It took a while for Rose to realize I wasn't trying to pull some sort of elaborate scheme against her, but once she finally relaxed, she completely cut loose! Her heeled shoes was the first to go, soon followed by her polite language. As she relaxed her facade more and more, the true Rose started to show herself, and she was more Thorn than Rose!
A vocabulary that would make a drunken sailor blush in shame, once Rose relaxed, she couldn't fucking say a god damn sentence without cock-sucking cussing at least one tits-on-an-angel-licking time! Next time we come visit, I'm going to bring a notebook and a tape recorder! Some of the things she said was utterly priceless!
"Cum-guzzling ass-pole. Piss-bathing tit-zit. Dog-fucking ear-grease. Priestess-touching cock-monkey. Pus-licking hole-plugger." These were just some of the epitaphs Rose used when describing people.
Me? Apparently she liked me. I was just a "Pucker-holed fat-ass."
Once the snacks and drinks were done, Rose was apparently too much for Tabitha to handle anymore, as she ended up bolting out of the room to "see if she could go help Maria". The same Maria who she couldn't understand a single word from out ofher mouth…
Chuckling evilly, I couldn't help but take the opportunity to taunt Rose in return, now that we were alone. "Dare to call me such a thing," I growled at her. "Now that we're alone, I'm going to toss you down and rape some respect into you!" It was the same nonsensical banter which I'll threaten Maria with from time to time.
"Fine. Just don't rip my ren-sucking clothes," Rose shrugged, flopping back on the couch and sprawling her legs wide open.
"Fuck." Sighing, I sat down at her knees and then moved to straighten her legs out to rest them in my lap. "You truly are just like my damn Sister, aren't you?" I said sadly. Reaching down, I reflexively found myself massaging and caressing her legs gently.
"What the demon's dick do you mean by that?" Rose asked, while relaxing motionlessly under my touch.
"She's broke," I told her seriously. "We both are, in many ways, but you remind me of her. Maria doesn't care what happens to her body," I explained sadly, "because she *can't* feel it."
"Lightning hit her. Ran throughout her whole body, but it didn't kill her," I explained softly. "It just burnt out the part of her that can feel… Well, anything," I admitted with a heavy heart. "She can't feel her body, so she doesn't care about her body, and you remind me almost perfectly of her."
"Maybe," Rose sighed, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "Did I know, I'm royalty?" She asked me suddenly.
"Not at all," I replied honestly. "You don't exact fit my image of royalty."
"It's true, nonetheless," Rose chuckled softly, lost as she thought back on some old memories. "A Farwalker such as you probably doesn't know, but it's common enough knowledge here," she shrugged uncaringly.
"When I was ten years old, my father was convicted of treason against the crown," Rose told me suddenly. "Of course, it's illegal to kill a nobleblood, so he was sentenced to live the rest of his days in prison. Mother and me, being his blood, were also found guilty, but to a lesser degree. Mother was sentenced to a lifetime working at the Royal Whorehouse, while I was given the lesser sentence of working for *only* ten years, with an income of one copper ren per customer."
"Of course, even if I serviced twenty men a day," Rose snorted disgustedly, "that only earned me two silver – of which half went to pay my taxes. That one silver that was left wasn't nowhere near enough to cover my meals, clothes, rooming costs, healing fees, and everything else."
"Six hundred customers a mooning – *every* mooning – and my debt just kept rising ever higher and higher. At first, I was full of anger and rage at all the people who put us in that situation, and at all the people who took advantage of us in that situation. But, over time, that was beat out of me. As was any hope or dreams of escape or freedom. All I was left with was despair and torment," Rose said dispassionately.
"Despair and torment, up until I realized there were those who were enjoying and getting off on that," Rose snorted. "After that, I just let it all go and I completely quit caring."
"I'm not your sister's twin," she told me sadly. "I'm her opposite. Her heart's just fine, but her body can't feel anymore. In my case, my body's just fine, but my heart can't feel anymore."
"I truly don't give a damn about what happens to this worthless husk of a shell," Rose admitted nonchalantly. "Use it. Abuse it. It doesn't matter. It's all nothing that hasn't been done to it already."
"Ten years punishment," Rose said forlornly. "And another ten years wenching to pay off my debt afterwards. Just so I can become the Royal Slut Rose Pink. No children. No family that would claim me. I'm the last of my line, and in a few dozen years, we'll all be gone and forgotten. Just a dust speck in the side notes of history."
"Fuck that," I told her, snorting disgustedly. "That's not going to happen to you. Do you really not give a shit about what happens to you anymore?" I asked her, staring Rose directly in the eyes.
"Truly, I don't give a fuck," she sighed, exhausted; beaten down completely by life.
"Well I don't know how you earned this shop, and everything else after you got your freedom," I told her firmly, "but it doesn't matter anymore. It's all mine. I'm taking it from you, and I'm taking everything else you own as well. You're no longer some Royal Slut. You're now my second Nister! Everything that was yours is now mine and I'm taking you out of this fucking kingdom."
"You might not can have children, or have a family *here*," I told her, "but nobody in hell can stop you from having one where I live. I'm the fartherest fucking Farwalker who's ever fucking farwalked. I'll take you to a land so damn far away from here, even the damnable gods won't be able to find you. You can have children if you want. You'll be mine and Maria's Nister. Find you a husband. Build a new life."
"You won't be here and you won't be bound by either the past, or any shitty rules of this world," I promised her solemnity.
"Its too late," Rose sighed defeatedly. "As you said, I'm broke. I really don't give a fuck about being saved anymore.
"Well fuck you," I told her, laughing lightly. "Do you really give enough fucks to refuse what I'm offering? Or does life truly not matter right now to you?"
"It truly doesn't matter," Rose sighed, completely lost in her depression. "Just do whatever you want. I'm tired. I don't care anymore."
"Fine," I agreed. "From this moment forth, everything of yours is now mine – including you, yourself. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Rose shrugged uncaringly. "Except it won't all be yours," she sighed heavily. "The vast majority will go to the Royal Bastards, in the form of taxes and fees."
"Not this time," I told her, smirking evilly. "I'm a Farwalker on my thirty day visitor's pass. I'm still tax-free for now. In fact, the kingdom is going to lose money," I told her, smiling brightly. "From what I was told, Sergeant Briggs at the Travel Zone should be earning a small percentage of all my business transactions as a soft of finder's fee for talking me into visiting the city here. I imagine that bonus has to come out of the royal treasury, since it's not coming out of my taxes."
"He. Heh he heh! It's a shame I can't give you everything I own a hundred thousand times over," Rose laughed shamelessly, relishing the idea.
"Don't worry, Nister dearest," I assured her. "We'll have plenty of chances to stick it to the Royal Bastards, before this tax exemption expires. We'll get even for you, you can bet on that!"
"That… That, I would love to see," Rose admitted breathlessly.
"Come." Leaving the sitting room, I walked back to the shop area at the entrance. "Maria, you can stop bartering now. We won't be buying or selling anything at all here anymore," I told her firmly, trying not to let my evil smirk twitch across my face.
"WHY??" Utterly exasperated, Maria snorted heavily in disgust. "I can understand that other damn shop, but I was almost finished with negotiations here," she glared at me hatefully.
"Why? Because it's now *our* shop," I told her, laughing lightly. "Nister Rose gave it to me."
"What?!"
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"Wait!"
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"What the hell do you mean, Nister Rose?!!"
For once, I had completely flabbergasted Maria.