"So what's this about you bringing me 'exotic' entertainment, brother?" The older woman stated before taking a drag from her long handled pipe. Then blowing a puff of smoke into her younger brother's face. She was dressed more like a nobleman rather than a noblewoman. Her short silver hair glinting off the natural light of her foyer.
"Well... Xena, it's been so long sense I've seen my darling older sister!" He said nervously. "I thought I'd offer you some gifts in the forms of extra grand entertainment for your party. I know the soldiers and Baronettes would love it!
"I don't take slaves anymore, Zack. Not since it was outlawed years ago." She blew another puff of smoke into her brother's face. Her serious, wrinkled face turn more and more into a scowl as the conversation continued.
"They aren't slaves. They are my personally hired help that will make every effort to insure your party is the grandest it as been in the longest time!" Zackaria tried his best to keep a poker face, but his sister knows him better than anyone else. She raises an eyebrow. "Show them to me."
Zackaria opens the front door of her mansion where he has stashed the "hired help". The door opens to reveal Vanity, dress in more formal noblewoman's garb. A nice red dress that fully covers her legs, but still ends just under the clavicles. Gala, in the attire of a foreign dancer which in reality only required a single change of headwear and a lot of gold jewelry. And lastly Whistle, in a wine-dyed nobleman's suit. He refused to wear any other colors. All three bowed upon Xena's entry.
"So these three are my extra entertainment for tonight?" Xena stood eye to eye with Vanity, sizing her up. Then pulling on one of Gala's wings. Then over to Whistle gently grabbing his chin before smiling. "Zack..." She pauses, causing every to stiffen in preparation.
"I thought I told you NO GUARDS." Xena grabbed Zack by his collar. I said THIS would be a SAFE event to put everyone's minds at ease."
"I just want to make sure you're safe, sister! They are just here to help! They are unarmed and able to work! Just think of them as a little back up in case of the absolute worst that will never come to pass." Zackaria stated in a panic. "Please... for your worried baby brother?" He put on the puppy dog eyes.
Xena couldn't resist her little brother's charm... even if he was in his early 50s. She pinched the bringed of her nose and rubbed along her brows while letting out a contemplative sigh. "Fine, but I will appoint them where I want. You..." She points to Vanity. "... will be helping catering. Feel lucky that I don't give you anything worse."
"You should feel lucky I don't have my entire nation to run you into the ground for such a slight." Vanity thought silently keeping her royal mask on.
Xena then moves to Gala. "We're going to get you properly dress to help man the guestbook."
"Youcandressmehoweveryoulikemistress." Gala replied quickly and quietly. To both Xena and Zack it sounded like a mumble, but Whistle who heard every word had to contain his laughter. Which Gala noticed in return.
"And you..." She runs the back of her index finger against the fur of Whistle's cheek. Whistle only now noticing just how much she keeps touching him. "You are puuurrrrrfect for something special I have planned..." She let's out a devilish little giggle before putting on her serious face once again. "My servents will fetch you all when the time arrives, for now there's a sitting room in the east hall. First door on the right." She takes her leave up the stairs and out of sight.
Zackaria leads the three to the aforementioned sitting room with the door slamming behind him. Vanity and Whistle seem very upset. "So much for not blowing our cover." Vanity spoke firmly staring at Zackaria with crossed arms.
"Okay, it was a slight hick-up on my part, but the mission can still go on. I expect all of you to treat my sister and her guests with care and respect." Gala runs around Zackaria gripping him by the shoulders.
"I don't know Z. I think Xena's gonna be 'treating' Whistle rather than the other way around." Zackaria looks over to the cat, and remembered an important detail he forgot on the way here.
"My apologise, Whistle, but it seems that you will be spending most of your time with Xena. She has a fixation with beastfolk. It's why she never got married as they aren't allowed to hold noble claims on Arkheim."
"So I have to fuck you sister? Whistle asked seriously.
"No! No, that's not something -- "
"I'm going to fuck your sister." Whistle turned to start taking his leave.
"Wait, no you don't! -- "
"~I'm a panther hunting cougars!~" He sung whilst high fiving Gala as he exited the room.
Zackaria stood stunned, confused as to what his next course of action should be. Thus prompting Vanity to walk over to Gala. "Did you two plan that?" She questioned sternly.
"I'll never talk, you'll have to torture the info out of me!" Gala said teasingly pushing out her chest plumage.
Vanity simply stepped back and turned with hands covering he exasperated face. "Why?" She quietly whispered. "Why the hells did I get put on the same team as the horny children?"
"You know I'm only two years younger than you, right." The bird chirped smugly.
Vanity screamed.