Pleasure City of Dis

[Apollymi]

The Pleasure City of Dis is a circular ringed city set up in the middle of the Desolate Sands. This place is considered the crown jewel of a Kingdom of centered around whores and pleasure. Sex is a bought and sold commodity and the city itself is tinted red in the light of the desert sun. Each ring of the city a level which can only be reached by donating a certain amount of profit to its patron Queen. The city itself is arranged by her designed with the least profitable whores towards the outside in the slums while ones she or her clients favor are closer towards the center. In the middle of the city during the nightly show on a large pole a certain woman can be seen dancing for the crowd for contributions to her coffers. The place is a seedy underground which looks like the average red-light distract on the surface but is full of seedy and less than savory practices just below. There is only one bridge leading in and one real exit. At the center ring of 10 such places, is a grand palace which contains the personal pleasure palace of the Queen as well as a building made up for VIP guests and one special for one for a very particular guest and his entire crew. As one goes out from the center the place becomes more dirty, desolate and volatile.

[Bloodedge]

Fresh off the Argo, a small group was finally at their destination of Dis. Leorio, former king of Zuria, was silent and contemplative. His beloved wife, Kolin... he'd seen her in a state he could never have imagined before the past few days, and he wondered if that was his calling─ his chance at last. This would be given a great deal of consideration over the coming future, but he was the only thing thinking as such. Lot, Leorio's own brother and last remaining knight from Zuria, would rather have erased his memory of that entire blasted trip. Ah, but there was one who would not forget a thing─ who could not forget. Charles-Henri Sanson, the Executioner himself, walked with the one called Kolin. The young-looking man who normally seemed so stoic, now appeared... more annoyed than anything. Only two paces behind the blonde queen, he stared endlessly at her lower torso, just above her hips. His bounty was so close, yet it had become so far away due to one repulsive decision made between two people. Damn. He'd have to wait even beyond the time he'd normally have to take her life by the world's own will, and there was no choice at all. Lot seemed to take note of the white-haired male's staring, but his words to Kolin were for a different purpose. "My queen. Are you... well? It seems you've had one hell of a trip, and I wonder if that enchantment is wearing off. Your... employee seems extra-attentive, after all."

[Apollymi]

Each step away from the Argo gave Kolin peace... but also anxiety. Why? It was probably something to do with that bitch Nerys, managing to still be aboard and near Jason. Why should she get to be happy when Kolin herself the actual Queen still had so much work to do? Maybe she could take solace, considering the treatment that Leorio had seen, as soon as Jason bored of her, she'd be food for the rest of the ship, yes... she could happily think about that part. Besides all of that, there was also the matter of needing to replace Nerys as her servant. She'd lost so many good potential people, as they made their way towards the center city, Kolin was more than a little displeased. The only people she'd managed to drag from Zuria were, Lot, Leorio and Charles. Much to her surprise that man was visible and very close to her. Perhaps the death of Hector had been worth a bit more bad karma than she'd thought. Surely it couldn't have had anything to do with her behavior on the Argo.

"It's good of you to worry but I feel fine. Physically there isn't anything to worry about," Kolin said of herself. Mentally was an entirely different ordeal, but she could lie to these people so it wasn't going to be bad to give a bit of information. "As for the enchantment, at this distance without being able to see him... it's not even a thought. My employee as you call him, is as close and attentive as he is... because of the nature of our contract. This face is still slated to die... but such things aren't the end for those of us who know better," she said as if she had some means of escaping a death handed down by the world. The truth of the matter was, she fully intended to sacrifice this avatar at her earliest convenience. In the meantime, she needed to replace the missing manpower of her lost knights and the court mage, and prepare for the debut of her newest face and... prepare accommodations for the crew of the Argo. What she needed now more than ever, were male servants... no more women in her close circles... she couldn't be shown up by any more women... her psyche couldn't take that anymore. Ah, but there was still one. One singularly trustworthy woman in the entire world. A nun was making her way towards Kolin she gave a little bow. Her eyes were golden in color and narrow. She looked as if she was up to something but otherwise she was quite modestly dressed. "Queen Kolin, I expected your arrival with a small army is all well?" she asked completely shocked. "Things don't always go to plan but we must move on. Beatrice, I assume you're still doing your part yes? You'll have to take the place of my court mage for a while. Congratulations. Don't disappoint me," Kolin said. Her haughty attitude returning with every step taken away from the Argo. Oh, how high and mighty she could act when no one knew her misbehavior. "Of course not. This way ma'am. Surely your travels have left you weary. Is there anything you need me to do for you as you settle in?" She asked this question as she led Kolin and her Knights towards the Pleasure Palace at the center of the city. Here the originals of Kolin's forces would be found doing various jobs and keeping up her 'work' while she was away conquering Zuria. She'd expected to add several knights to her roster but now she had only two, to show for her work. Ugh, Zuria had been almost a complete failure aside form the cash it allowed this place to collect.

[Bloodedge]

Physically, Kolin was fine. Lot could see that much, but he wondered how much of her earlier behavior had been due to an alteration to her mental state. Kolin now boasted her usual demeanor of superiority, so he could assume much of it. "I see. Apologies for being so forward with the question. I should have realized, even something that could affect you, shouldn't do so for very long," said Lot, who then bowed his head in apology. As for the situation with the Executioner, Kolin revealed the fact that her current form would die eventually. That didn't register to Lot as something which mattered; she would always find a way to persist. One such as Kolin would never have signed a contract that brought about her proper end. "I look forward to seeing your future self, then," he added. An audible noise came from Charles thereafter, as he clicked his tongue and clenched his fist. Things shouldn't have happened this way. There should have been nothing between the world's guillotine, and Kolin's end... yet there was. In her current state, the world would not accept her death. Why? Charles was disgusted by the truth.

While Kolin upheld a discussion with some unsavory nun, Charles' gaze averted. That woman was her own sort of atrocity. There was something about her karma as seen by the world, that just... didn't sit right with him. He couldn't possibly know the reason, but his attention was on things deemed more important.

Onward and into the aforementioned Pleasure Palace, there were many at work. One particular male figure did nothing, however. Tall, well-built, wearing the garb of an old samurai sans any armor, was a man with a dark and shaggy ponytail, golden eyes, and just a bit of stubble adorning his chin. He smoked from a long pipe while sitting atop what appeared to be a throne surrounded by numerous large pillows at the top of a long staircase, which itself had multiple platforms up either side. Upon seeing the blonde queen enter the palace, a lackadaisical voice passed his smiling and... slightly unnerving, devious lips. "You changed your face. Is it just me, or did your rack get smaller while your ass got thicker?" he asked, speaking as if he hadn't a care in the world for Kolin's position. In fact, he didn't. She was a means to an end for this particular male, who sat upon what would be her throne while others worked diligently to construct her... kingdom.

[Apollymi]

Kolin found it interesting that Lot chose to apologize. Being on Jason's ship, she'd forgotten that she'd all but suppressed most of the Knights, attitudes. Well, she'd also forgotten that Lot was pretty soft outside of moments where he wished to challenge other Knights and men for her attention. "You definitely should have known better. I only did what was necessary to get us across the desert without risk of life. I'm feeling generous though, so I'll accept that apology," Kolin said. Yes, this was the lie she was telling herself. That what she owed to Jason as far as oaths were concerned was done only to satisfy her desert crossing and continued safety. Nothing else really mattered long term, her goals hadn't changed and nothing about what happened would ever change what she was at her base. Moving on the words of the shady nun were met with a scoff. "I need you to tell me how I am replacing the fighting potential of half a dozen Knights and replacing that traitorous bitch as my court mage," she said Kolin. It truly didn't matter to her that she'd been the one to free Nerys, she was a traitor because she'd chosen Jason and his crew of criminals over continuing to work for her.

Before she could get too worked up over anything though, there was a sight she didn't expect. A young man sitting in her chair making jokes about one of her previous appearances while seeming more than a bit careless. When she wore her other face, Kolin was a bit less of a stickler for such things. As an aside this man had been very good at killing and could be counted on in a fight in a way that many others failed. As such, she gave him quite a bit of leeway in the things she let him say to her. As a matter of fact, she greeted him a bit closer to what one would expect of an old friend than one of the ones she just ordered about. "I don't believe I asked your opinion. Every form has a different shape. I'm trying to reach the perfect ratio but it seems impossible without the proper title..." she mentioned casually. "If you preferred that one though, my next will likely make you pretty lively, now... out of my throne, Izou. I'm not really in the mood for this right now..." she said as she moved forward. She did intend to flop down into that chair as soon as he vacated, and she fully expected him to vacate. He might have been using her for his own whims, but he still followed directions at least he had the last time she'd seen him. Kolin had a very specific order to answer things in. Staffing problem, building the VIP section for Jason and the Argonauts, doing something about her current visage. Strangely, unlike when she was aboard the Argo, she had no problem organizing her thoughts and getting to work... obviously Jason was the distraction there that she didn't need. She'd never been more relieved to be rid of someone.

[Bloodedge]

Izou. Okada Izou, to be more specific, had been in the company of Kolin prior even to her identity in Cornwall. Perhaps her form had changed a few times since he last met her, but no matter how different each version was, it was always obvious to him that she was the one he knew. The woman claimed her next form would be more preferable to him if he enjoyed the one he'd met more than the current visage, but it honestly didn't matter to him. Why she was seeking a better ratio of bombshell, he hadn't the faintest idea. What could the point have been? She was already the type that men all over the world wanted nothing more than to shove their rods into for days on end, but he couldn't be bothered to question the queer decisions of others. Out of her throne, she said. Pulling that pipe from his lips, what more could he do than toss both hands into the air and grin. "Don't want my lap then? Suman, suman," he said with a chuckle. "I thought this was my chair, and that I would be the throne." Nevertheless, Izou stood. He didn't move very much, though, interestingly enough. Once out of the throne's chair, he stepped only once to lean against its side instead, still taking the occasional drag from that pipe of his. "Why the sour mood then, huh? Bad lay? I tried to tell you, picking out a king doesn't mean you'll end up nabbing a king-sized johnson. Set the bar lower; no room for disappointment that way~"