The Midnight Prince

[GamesMaster]

Seiya keeps circulating; soon, the food is served (delicious) and the cake as well (also delicious -- one of the best things Rokag's ever put in her mouth, to be perfectly honest). Before too much longer, the family departs, having their servants row them back across to their own island where they can retire for the evening. 

Meaning it's once again time for Shisou and Rokag to... try. Vigorously. Worried, Shisou pushes himself, managing to make three attempts before he collapses beside her, exhausted. "A-a-a-are y-you o-o-o-okay?" he murmurs, resting a hand on his fiancee's chest. 

[Rokag]

Rokag gave a long breath. "Alright. Better." Rokag pauses. "A little fucking worse, but that's probably just nerves." Rokag moves her hand to brush at Shisou's hair. She hadn't had quite as...enjoyable a time, but that was probably due to all the shit that'd happened earlier. She lays there for another couple of breaths before speaking. "No. Fuck, I can't stop thiking about that damn ritual."

[Shisou]

"I w-w-w-w-w-won't l-l-l-let that h-h-h-ha-ha-hap-p-p-p-en t-t-t-to y-y-you." Shisou takes a deep breath. "I w-w-w-was th-th-th-think-ing m-m-m-maybe w-w-w-we c-c-can f-f-f-find where they have the r-r-r-ritual and d-d-d-d-estroy it."

[Rokag]

"...fuck, yeah, that'd be a good idea. At least we could keep him from making a copy of it or something." Rokag sat up. "Or at least we'd get a better idea of what it was."

[Shisou]

"It w-w-w-w-was r-r-r-r-r-rape. By a d-d-d-d-devil," whispers Shisou, shuddering. 

[Rokag]

"It could have been something...else." Rokag sighed. "But if that happens, I'm going to kill it." Well...she TRIES to sound tough, but there's a definite hint of fear in that.

[Shisou]

"A d-d-d-d-d-devil? Wh-wh-while b-b-b-b-bound?" Shisou shivers. "N-n-n-n-o. L-l-l-let's av-v-v-void th-that."

[Rokag]

"Hey, I've had to squeeze out of that kinda shit before." Granted that had been just regular rope and it was just some shop asshole that tied her up when she was 8 and was stealing his fish to eat, but no reason to bring THAT up. "But if we don't gotta, that'd probably be better."

[Shisou]

Shisou nods, rolling over to get up. "C-c-c-come on. L-l-l-l-let's ch-check his o-o-office."

[Rokag]

Rokag sits up and stretches. "Should I get something to cover my face or just...wait, where WOULD they keep something like that?"

[Shisou]

"U-u-u-uh.... p-p-p-p-pro-b-b-b-bably at his d-d-d-esk?"

[Rokag]

Great, so we gotta go into the snake pit. Rokag sighed. "Then we better do it tonight. Maybe we're lucky and he didn't stash it somewhere we'd have to break something to get to."

[GamesMaster]

Indou's office is locked, but Rokag makes quick work of it, letting them into the massive room. The moonlight shines in the floor-to-ceiling picture window, casting a shadow of the oversized desk chair along the bearskin rug. The desk itself is a huge solid piece, clearly inherited, made of solid mahogany with dragons carved into the front legs roaring from the corners. Above that is glass; on top it's nice and clean, save for a few paperweights and office supplies. 

[Rokag]

Definitely uses his coin to show off. Rokag frowned as he started heading for the desk, figuring the most likely place for something important. She turned her head back towards Shisou, whispering. "Surprised there's a room this big for one person in this whole place."

[Shisou]

"Th-th-th-th-this is j-j-j-j-j-j-just his o-o-f-f-f-f-ffice. H-h-he and M-m-m-m-m-om h-ha-have a w-wh-whole s-s-s-suite t-t-t-too." Shisou begins checking the bookshelves, letting Rokag take the desk. 

Rokag finds a locked drawer, but a sharp tug breaks the lock, revealing the contents of the drawer: papers, and a seal and sealing wax. As she rifles through the papers, the top one jumps out: a letter, addressed to Indou.

Regarding the willfulness of your charge, part of it says, that will be no trouble at all. We excel in breaking willful charges to heel. Should this daughter of yours be sent to our establishment, she will learn to mind as surely as the others we have taken in have learned.

Regarding the price, reads another paragraph, we can offer you only one hundred gold pieces, as you have indicated that the girl is both willful and a virgin, and much will be needed for her training. If she were taught the ways of seduction that she will need in her new role, however, we may consider raising the price. 

The letter is signed Madam Beaver -- not Lady Beaver, which is odder. What's this about, then?