The Retreat, Madame's Bedroom
It was now late in the morning. Several servants had knocked on the Madame's door, but finding it locked, they had assumed she had found an adequately (if quietly) performing customer and was spending the morning "raising" more business. However, at this moment, the room was empty.
After a while, Gytis appeared with Strange Eagle in attendance, Madame Laura's corpse slung over his right shoulder. He rather unceremoniously dumped the body on the bed and, after bowing deeply to his master, vanished into thin air.
"Lord Flower Prince Fu-Sag, where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Gradually, the low burning candles in the room started to glow a soft and warm pink. Here I am.
Quit clowning around, wouldja? Take a physical form so we hurry this thing up. I've got to bless a battle against some uncooperative natives in a few.
No, I probably shouldn't. If I take a human shape on this planet, people (even men) tend to fall in love with me or spontaneously orgasm. No, that would be rather messy and embarassing.
Alright, but let's get this show on the road.
Sure thing. Lord of the Dead?
The shadows seemed to speak. Yes?
Do you have the soul I asked you to bring?
Right here. Suddenly, the body started convulsing. Fingernails clawed into the bedsheets, her face twisted in pain, and the graceful body bent itself backward, lifting the torso off the bed in an ungainly arch. The skin, already cold and white, grew a grisly gray. A thin trail of red smoke was rising from the body. Stepping closer, Red Smoking Mirror saw that the smoke was the blood around the wound, which was slowly retreating. Finally, the flesh mended itself, and as blood started to flow, her skin gradually grew from the timid, delicate pink to its previous spendor.
Without warning, a shadow of light flew into the room and rammed itself down the body's throat. The ex-corpse gasped for life-giving oxygen and, after a brief coughing fit, sit upright. "I have returned to this world?"
Yes, Delicious One.
Why isn't her heart beating?
People have not been sacrificing so much to me lately, so I don't have the strength to spare a beating heart. Good day, brothers. And with that, the shadows calmed themselves.
The new born woman tested her limbs and senses. Rising from the bed, and finding that her legs could sustain her, she tried a simple dance to please the gods.
Bravo, my child.
"Thank you, my lords. It is I who should be grateful to you. But why am I wearing so much clothes?" At this juncture, she started to remove all of the unnecessary layers only to find she didn't know how to even get started.
Oh dear. We'll have to give her a crash course in how to act like a European lady, if we are to have any use for her. I'll return shortly. The candles briefly reverted to their original yellow-white before turning pink again. Gytis found himself holding the black obsidian dagger which contained the real Madame Laura. He moved toward Delicious One, who stood with head bowed, half-afraid of what the god would do with the knife. This ceremony was totally new to her.
When he was only a foot away, the knife sprung out of his hand and aimed itself at Delicious One's heart. But few can outwit a god, and Gytis snatched the blade away at the last moment. Naughty girl. I'll have to teach you a lesson later. But first... He squeezed the knife so a drop of blood fell on his outstretched finger. Presenting the finger to Delicious One, she licked and swallowed the drop.
"Ooh!" Like a tidal wave, the knowledge of how Europeans behaved, dressed, and interacted rushed through her mind. She understood how to handle court scandels (and how to start some of her own). She knew all Madame Laura knew about European history and politics. And there was even a chapter on her considerable experience pleasuring men and women.
Why can't we tell her how to remove her clothes without teaching her about European "modesty?"
The light coughed. I now have to return the knife to Angry Bumblebee. However, before I go, a gift to you. The pink light in the room started to coalesce into a swirling ribbon of light, which wrapped itself around Delicious One. Although her clothes didn't stir, she could swear a wind was caressing her body, wrapping itself around her arms, legs, and hips. Finally, the wind disapated. Your gift, Delicious One, is that every bundle of days you have the power to seduce any one man simply by performing the dance I taught you. If the gods approve of your target, of course. Brother, behave yourself. With a wink, the pink light disappeared, taking the obsidian knife with it, leaving only the mortal and the god alone in the room.
It was now late in the morning. Several servants had knocked on the Madame's door, but finding it locked, they had assumed she had found an adequately (if quietly) performing customer and was spending the morning "raising" more business. However, at this moment, the room was empty.
After a while, Gytis appeared with Strange Eagle in attendance, Madame Laura's corpse slung over his right shoulder. He rather unceremoniously dumped the body on the bed and, after bowing deeply to his master, vanished into thin air.
"Lord Flower Prince Fu-Sag, where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Gradually, the low burning candles in the room started to glow a soft and warm pink. Here I am.
Quit clowning around, wouldja? Take a physical form so we hurry this thing up. I've got to bless a battle against some uncooperative natives in a few.
No, I probably shouldn't. If I take a human shape on this planet, people (even men) tend to fall in love with me or spontaneously orgasm. No, that would be rather messy and embarassing.
Alright, but let's get this show on the road.
Sure thing. Lord of the Dead?
The shadows seemed to speak. Yes?
Do you have the soul I asked you to bring?
Right here. Suddenly, the body started convulsing. Fingernails clawed into the bedsheets, her face twisted in pain, and the graceful body bent itself backward, lifting the torso off the bed in an ungainly arch. The skin, already cold and white, grew a grisly gray. A thin trail of red smoke was rising from the body. Stepping closer, Red Smoking Mirror saw that the smoke was the blood around the wound, which was slowly retreating. Finally, the flesh mended itself, and as blood started to flow, her skin gradually grew from the timid, delicate pink to its previous spendor.
Without warning, a shadow of light flew into the room and rammed itself down the body's throat. The ex-corpse gasped for life-giving oxygen and, after a brief coughing fit, sit upright. "I have returned to this world?"
Yes, Delicious One.
Why isn't her heart beating?
People have not been sacrificing so much to me lately, so I don't have the strength to spare a beating heart. Good day, brothers. And with that, the shadows calmed themselves.
The new born woman tested her limbs and senses. Rising from the bed, and finding that her legs could sustain her, she tried a simple dance to please the gods.
Bravo, my child.
"Thank you, my lords. It is I who should be grateful to you. But why am I wearing so much clothes?" At this juncture, she started to remove all of the unnecessary layers only to find she didn't know how to even get started.
Oh dear. We'll have to give her a crash course in how to act like a European lady, if we are to have any use for her. I'll return shortly. The candles briefly reverted to their original yellow-white before turning pink again. Gytis found himself holding the black obsidian dagger which contained the real Madame Laura. He moved toward Delicious One, who stood with head bowed, half-afraid of what the god would do with the knife. This ceremony was totally new to her.
When he was only a foot away, the knife sprung out of his hand and aimed itself at Delicious One's heart. But few can outwit a god, and Gytis snatched the blade away at the last moment. Naughty girl. I'll have to teach you a lesson later. But first... He squeezed the knife so a drop of blood fell on his outstretched finger. Presenting the finger to Delicious One, she licked and swallowed the drop.
"Ooh!" Like a tidal wave, the knowledge of how Europeans behaved, dressed, and interacted rushed through her mind. She understood how to handle court scandels (and how to start some of her own). She knew all Madame Laura knew about European history and politics. And there was even a chapter on her considerable experience pleasuring men and women.
Why can't we tell her how to remove her clothes without teaching her about European "modesty?"
The light coughed. I now have to return the knife to Angry Bumblebee. However, before I go, a gift to you. The pink light in the room started to coalesce into a swirling ribbon of light, which wrapped itself around Delicious One. Although her clothes didn't stir, she could swear a wind was caressing her body, wrapping itself around her arms, legs, and hips. Finally, the wind disapated. Your gift, Delicious One, is that every bundle of days you have the power to seduce any one man simply by performing the dance I taught you. If the gods approve of your target, of course. Brother, behave yourself. With a wink, the pink light disappeared, taking the obsidian knife with it, leaving only the mortal and the god alone in the room.
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