Chapter 6: The Testament of Lady Karakahl, Archangel of Gold City, Chapter 2

I think you will find that my matter of retelling is a slight bit different from the other girls. Though I will try my best to keep only the most necessary details in my own telling. That is to say, you and I may have very different definitions of necessary. I assure you, the truth will be known, and you will be enriched by it. So whatever you do, write down my every word! You know what I am capable of. You’re not already writing are you? I see, you’re taking my word to the ‘t’, well good, then I know you will obey. Though I suppose I don’t hold the power over you as I once did.

 So where should my testament begin? In the Angel Kiss Manor, of course, my brothel, cabaret, burlesque. Whatever it is you wish to call it, it matters not. We entertain many, in many ways, pleasure is our business. Sin and Absolution are one in the same, that is our motto. 

The day that had started, though I suppose in my own case restarted, this whole series of events was turning out to be just like the many before it. I was with a client, straddled atop him, ready to deliver him to paradise, in a manner of speaking. “Be still love, you’re much too fidgety,” I purred in the young man’s ear, while running my long turquoise nails down his bare chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a bit nervous,” he stuttered. I often had that effect on men, and quite some many women too.

“Oh love, don’t be nervous, I’ve done this a thousand times. Trust me, I know how to make you purr,” I softly bit into his ear lobe, forcing a moan to escape his mouth. “Mmm, now that’s what I like to hear.” I pressed my body against his, “have you ever been with a Ferael before?” I asked.

“No, no ma’am, I always wanted to try though,” he blushed as he stammered out an answer.

“Oh, so what is it that you find so appealing about us? It’s the ears isn’t it?  You want to feel how soft they are?” I teased him. There was a reason so many of my kind got into the profession, though for me there was of course another reason. 

 “No, I mean, yes but,” his face turned an even deeper red. Ha, so predictable, I thought, giving his neck a little kiss.

“Relax, I’m only teasing you, darling,” I began to suck on his neck, his body shivering beneath mine.

“I heard you were the best,” he said between moans that bordered on pleasurable and awkward.

“Hmm, I assure you that you heard right, love.” Oh, why is this necessary you ask? I’m the one telling the story, am I not? Do not rush me, for story telling is an art. If you want information, and no entertainment, then I suggest you go to a sermon or lecture. Let the priests bore you, I however will always aim to please, in everything I do.

So, now as I was saying, a sudden knock at the door had broken my concentration. At first I thought to ignore it, but they knocked repeatedly, this time calling out to me. “Lady Karakahl, I’m sorry to disturb you, but it’s urgent.” My right hand man spoke in a hushed, but forceful voice from behind the door.

“Are you certain it can not wait, Dario? I am with a client,” I had hoped my annoyed tone did not put off my current companion. Though he still seemed mesmerized by me, and who could blame him?

“It is quite urgent, it would seem a customer is making a rather indignant scene,” he answered, no longer staying quiet, “he has the poor woman in tears, my lady.”

I sighed, and turned back to my ‘friend’ giving him a sweetly sincere smile, “I’m so sorry love, but it looks like you get the expedited treatment.”

“The expedited?” he began to ask, but could not finish his sentence as he let out cries of pleasure while I ran my finger down his abdomen. Another satisfied customer. 

I left the room in a bit of a huff, sending in an attending golem to help clean the mess. “Dario, this better be important, he was quite a high paying customer, and I just feel awful treating him like that.”

“From the sounds of it, he got his money’s worth,” my lumbering, mountain of muscles and chub, chuckled. 

“Yes well, my magic is like no other, but still, you pay for thirty minutes you should get thirty minutes. Don’t you agree darling?” 

“Ah but thirty seconds with your power is like thirty years with another, my Lady,” he replied.

“Dario, you old flirt, please do be professional, love.” I tapped his shoulder lightly, sending a pleasant shiver through his body, “now tell me, what exactly is so important that it needs my immediate attention.”

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“A rather unpleasant customer has been berating one of our cabaret girls,” Dario informed me as we walked the smokey, incensed halls of my bordello, “as I said, she isn’t taking it well.”

“Isn’t it the bouncers job to remove such wretched ilk?” I scrunched my nose in a displeased scowl.

“Normally yes, but this is one of our more high profile regulars,” he cleared his throat, “it could stand to hurt our reputation if we don’t handle this one more... delicately.”

“Our reputation you say?” I narrowed my eyes, “thank you Dario, you are right, this does require a more delicate touch.” So he led me down the halls of our most lavish and lovely business, until we reached the ‘Starlet Room’, which if you haven’t been, is where women and men would entertain guests while they dined. Long before we reached the door I could hear him, screaming and whining like a baby with a hernia, it was most unbecoming of a grown man. 

I took a moment to breathe, and opened the door. The performers on stage, and everyone else just there to enjoy themselves, stared in disbelief as a portly old man threw a temper tantrum at one of the corner tables. The girl he’d been harassing sat on the ground in a pool of her own tears. Poor precious thing.

“Lulu, what has this man done to you?” I asked, as I gently placed my hand on the crying girl’s shoulder. 

“What have I done? I have done nothing but demand that I receive exactly what I’ve paid for!” the disturbing old fool screamed.

“I told him Josie was not here tonight, and I would gladly be his company this evening, but he just went crazy on me and began demanding I bring him a ‘better woman’” Lulu explained between sniffles. 

“Ah, you’re one of Josie’s regulars, I see,” I nodded my head, “it’s as this poor girl told you. Josie isn’t here.” I had heard things of the men Josie entertained, and was not surprised by this particular man’s behavior. No, it only made sense. I love that girl, truly with all my heart, but she attracts the most toxic of customers to my house of love.

“If you don’t have the proper goods, then offer ones of equal value, and not this!” he gestured at Lulu.

I bit my lip, my ears perked back, and my eyes fierce. “Goods you say? And just what is wrong with these so-called ‘goods’?”

“I want an Ael girl, a goldie like Josie. Not a goat legged demon like this worthless girl,” he hissed.

“My girls, my men, everyone here, they are not merchandise. We do not offer goods. These are my family, and you have berated and belittled them,” I said in a low growl, “you do not like Kydael women? How about Ferael, would you prefer my company instead?” I sat myself on the booth beside him, and leaned over. Placing my hand on his cheek as I began to stroke his face. First he smiled, but it did not take long before his smile turned into a ghastly grimace as he howled out in pain. I pressed my finger on his forehead, and he shook. He convulsed as if I had a hot poker to his head, lamenting until he passed out.

“Get this garbage out of my sight,” I stood up and wiped my hand on a table cloth, “it goes without saying he is never allowed back again.”

“But lady Karakahl, our reputation,” Dario began to object.

“Dario darling, one single raving lunatic will not bring our empire down, not even a hundred like him could, so long as all the people of Gold City know that I am the Arch-Angel, the goddess of pleasure and sin. And if that reputation comes with the knowledge that no one who hurts my family goes unpunished, then all the better.” I walked to the doors, ready to leave the whole scene behind, but remembered one last thing, “Lulu dear, take the night off darling, full pay.”

“Yes Lady Karakahl, thank you,” she sniffled again, and picked herself off the floor, giving me a quick hug, before running off. 

Leaving the longue I made my way to the ‘throne room’, where I would await a most special guest.

“Don’t you think you were a little rough with the man, my mistress?” my familiar spoke in her sweet honey voice.

“No my precious Gentle, in fact, I may have been too easy,” I answered her with a grin.

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