The Girls

JP with Redsword, Lucian and Cindy

There was a pause as Vor grew concerned at the command. He almost looked to Sung for some sort of answer, but held himself firm. He instead allowed Ritikios to take his seat, signaling Sung to stand next to him.

Antinea escorted Ritikios to the stage and said nothing about his servant joining him on stage.

Soon enough Staniadis returned with five girls, all beautiful, all human. They all looked to maybe 18 - 20 years old, though it was difficult to pinpoint age. The girls were dressed nicely but in ways which actuated their more femaine features. Staniadis bowed, snapped his fingers and the girls all knelt with their heads down, facing Ritikios.

"You many choose any and as many of the girls as you wish for the entire evening." Antinea said to Ritikios. "This would be a great honor for any of them."

Here Ritikios receded, Vor taking control again as he realized what they meant. This was no linger an act for him and he wasn’t sure there was a way to outright decline.
Based on their view of his kind, he could assume to deny the girls company would shame them and this sect. Based on Staniadis’s willingness for punishment before, Vor knew it was likely that would await them as well.
Their appeared age alone was a problem for him, not only that but the implied actions were degrading to him. A part of him wondered if the event would be watched by the rest as well, something utterly violating to him. He enjoyed wearing minimal clothing, even around others, but this was too far for him.

He rose, still thinking of a way around this scenario while continuing the act. He wasn’t sure Ritikios’s harsh haughtiness would be of use, so chose to simply use parts of the persona instead of embodying it again.

Looking over the girls, he tossed his question into the air in Greek.

“Any of Greek descent?”

Sung followed his request and stood by the stage, not on it. Looking over the crowd which is what he really did not want. He slid off his leather case and placed it behind him slowly not to draw attention. Sung could tell Vor was contemplating the scenario. Sung would wait if things went too bad or back into a wall. He would act only then.

"Cassandra and Iris step forward." Antinea said, in Greek. Two of the young women, rose from kneeling and moved forward. The others didn't move.

Staniadis moved forward with them. "Cassandra, greet your Lord." A young woman, with hair the color of a raven, eyes which matched her hair, an a curvaceous body for her age, curtseyed deeply.

"Iris, greet your Lord." A more petite woman with, perhaps surprising blonde hair and brown eyes, followed suit curtseyed deeply.

Vor eyed the two, having to resist thinking of what they had been through to become so thoroughly enthralled in this practice. Ritikios’s stern disinterest helped as he spoke to them both.

“By whom was all life created?

"Mitera," It was the blonde, Iris who answered first. "The mother of all."

Cassandra on the other hand seemed to respond after, as if she had forgotten the answer and was verbally copying off of Iris.

“And what is her teachings? What does our mother expect of us?”

Here Vor focused on Iris, voicing the question openly in case Cassandra jumped to answer, but showing favor towards someone who knew the faith by heart.

It was Iris who answered first, once again. "To be obedient to those closest to her. To do what is demanded of us. To do what we can to bring down the Eldren so the Arundan's can take their rightful place on the thrones. And to be generous to the Children of The Sea to help in their quest for the truth." Nothing said was what the Vepo Son believed but it was clear that that's what this cult believed not just by the way Iris responded but the nods of almost everyone in the room.

Cassandra however never responded, she looked a little upset that Iris seemed to be winning this contest.

Vor let the pause that came sit. He postured himself as if contemplating some grand will, but internally he was breaking. To hear these words, that this would be Metira’s will was a vile corruption that would make any true Arundan weep bitterly. He himself could feel the need for tears coming, but had to swallow it down.

To continue took a mental effort, pulling himself back into a role he now utterly despised.

He turned to the so-called “Spiritual Leader”, wanting desperately to see her put in her place for perpetrating such vile acts. Instead, an interested curious played on his face.

“And the intended evening, where at will it be spent?”

"Your chosen companion for the evening. Will tend to anything you might need during the meeting. After the meeting she is to go with you to a place of your choosing at which point what occurs is up to your desire, my Lord." Antinea responded. Basically anything of a more carnal nature would happen after the meeting and not have an audience, unless Ritikios chose that.

Sung clears his throat softly stepping over to Ritikios "My Lord, May I speak?" waiting for Ritikios to nod. "To take her back to the... Your ship, My lord would be best for all parties and fulfill the requirements of etiquette. To show your superior manner." Sung paused "Only if that is your wish, My Lord." Sung talks in the tone he would use with the Duke or Lady Elizabeth of respect and reverence.

“You speak my thoughts, as always.”

He looked back to Antinea with a rare smirk.

“This does indeed please me to hear. I had believed for a second your lot expected a more open, savage display, but,” he moved to stand in front of Iris in an approving manner,” I wish to experience this one privately.”

Vor had hoped for an evening alone, especially after spouting such filth, but it seemed they had an out now and he wouldn’t deny it. As much as it pained him to do so, he allowed Ritikios to hold his hand out to Iris to accept her presence for the evening.

“Your dedication to the faith intrigues me, child.”

"Very well, an excellent choice, Lord." Antinea replied.

Antinea said. "Iris join the Lord Ritikios on the stage."

Iris did just that, climbing up the stairs. Taking Ritikios' outstretched hand with a pleasant smile.

"Thank you, my Lord," Iris said, with a tone of being greatly honored. "It will be my pleasure to serve you this evening."

Iris waited but once Ritikios was seated, she knelt beside him awaiting any orders he might give.

Meanwhile, Antinea left the stage for a moment. Spoke quietly to Staniadis, who nodded and then went over to the girls that were still kneeling. "Ladies, all of you, except Cassandra are dismissed. Thank you for your time." Clearly those girls would not be punished, because they weren't Greek.

However, Cassandra was another story, she hadn’t been able to answer questions that all followers should know and she knew it. The young woman had fallen back to her knees by this point.

Antinea said, " Cassandra stay there. You will be punished during penance."

"Yes, Ma'am." Cassandra kept her head down and didn't move.

Antinea then said loudly, 'Guards let them in. We are ready to begin."