THE PLEASURE COURT
"I've stabilized their conditions, but their poison is strong. Unless we can stop the poison, these people will die", Illiwyn told us about our poisoned staff.
"How do we stop the poison?" Rinna asked Illiwyn.
"This is a curse type poison cast from poison-based conjurers. Only they could remove the poison that they put on their victims", she replied to us.
"Damnit, killing them would be easier than to get them remove our staff's poison", I told them.
"Actually, if the conjurer who cast this poison magic is killed, the poison on these victims will subside. I can heal them then", Illiwyn told us.
"That is a solution. Where the hell did Ivior go?" I asked.
"I heard conjurer Ivior say they are going to the Pleasure Court for dinner", the staff who came to inform me told me.
"Pleasure Court? Where the hell is that?", I asked them.
"You cannot go there dear, you are the Emperor of the Southern Empire", Rinna told me.
"Maybe this Empire needs a Bully", Ratatouille replied to us.
Suddenly, another staff came to inform us about something.
"Master, there is someone here looking for Conjurer Ivior. The last guest on his reservation finally arrived", she told me.
"Perfect. Show me to him", I replied to her.
-------
The Pleasure Court stood as a counterpart to the reputable Heaven's Diner in Tarah City, though vastly different in its offerings.
While Heaven's Diner was a haven for families and adherents of kosher entertainment, the Pleasure Court lurked in the shadows, catering to darker desires.
Stepping through its doors, an unmistakable aroma filled the air—a potent concoction, not of mere perfumes, but of potent magic capable of inducing hallucinations and euphoria.
It was a scent that hinted at the illicit activities within.
Within the depths of the Pleasure Court, one could easily mistake it for an opium den of old, where forbidden pleasures were peddled alongside dangerous substances.
The corridors teemed with alluring women, dressed provocatively, their purpose clear: to cater to the desires of the excited male clientele.
It was a realm where decency held no sway, where the line between indulgence and debauchery blurred. The Pleasure Court was a place where the respectable dared not tread.
------
"Are you looking for some exciting entertainment, young and handsome master", a guy dressed as a woman asked me when I walked into the Pleasure Court as his hand seductively albeit disgustingly placed on my shoulder.
This cross dresser was one of the managers of this perverted establishment.
"I am not into women with beard", I replied to my guide.
"Oh, forgive us. Our dressing is our way of telling our customers this place is not the norm and not reserved only for the respectable. Anybody can enjoy themselves in our Pleasures Court", the guy explained to me.
"I am looking for Conjurer Ivior. He told me to meet him here", I told the cross-dressing guide.
"Oh, you are looking for Conjurer Ivior. He is already here with his guests in the VIP room. Let me bring you to him. May I know your name, sir?" the cross dresser asked me.
"They call me Bully", I replied to her, ermmm him.
"Yes, master Bulee", this way please.
The cross-dressed manager brought me out of the main building.
We walked across lavish buildings and ornate labyrinth gardens. This place was a labyrinth of extravagance.
"Nobody told me about a place like this in Tarah city. Why are there so many servants and maids working here", I said and asked.
The Pleasure Court was filled with maids and servants, all desperate to serve the customers who came here, with all means at their disposal, hoping to gain some petty penny from them.
Suddenly, we came across a group of women, naked women being chained and pulled by some chubby customers walking them around, slapping them occasionally with a small whip.
"What the hell are they doing?" I asked in shock.
"This is a new kind of entertainment in Pleasure Court. It recreates the apostles reforming the deviants in Elis", she replied to me.
"Damnit, what kind of sickos will want to mimic the fat slobs in Elis", I said to myself.
"Becoming like the apostles is a popular theme in the Pleasure Court", she replied to me.
"Damnit, where did you get so many people to work in conditions like this?" I asked.
"We were only recently established after the demon-invasion. There were many poor and desperate souls after the war and the ice incursion. This is one of the few places that has given many of us hope and a stable job", the manageress told me about the Pleasure Court.
"Doesn't the city provide for the poor?" I asked.
"The Church and the new Emperor don't care about us. Only the Kaleon family occasionally provide charity to the people but that is far from enough. The maids and servants here are the fortunate ones, at least they have a job and are well fed", the talkative manageress told me in whispers and complained.
------
The manageress soon brought me to a large, annex building.
"We are here in one of the VIP quarters. Your companions are waiting for you inside", the manageress told me.
Ivior booked a whole annex to entertain his friends.
The manageress took me inside the building and addressed Ivior.
"Conjurer Ivior, your guest has arrived and is looking for you", the manageress informed Ivior who looked up from where he was seated to see me.
"Who are you?" Ivior asked me.
"I am your Bully", I replied to him when suddenly all the tables and chairs flew into the air to the shock of Ivior and his guests.
"Upheaval of Greater Chaos"
Most of the naked server girls and waitresses were suspended in the air, including the cross-dressed manageress.
Only Ivior and several of his guests remained standing, resisting the force of my magic.
"Who are you?" Conjurer Ivior shouted at me as he struggled against my Upheaval.