“You’re doing to do this right now?” (from Theo, because I need cat to drag him to hell lmao)
“You’re going to do this right now?” He had asked.
“What better time?” Catlina purred at the prince, aware of the rumors that had been swirling since the attack. His older brother was losing the battle for his life, his remaining siblings scattered to the wind. And there was at least one rumor of fratricide surrounding him.
So when she’d run into him during the little raid, no doubt another organized mishap, rebels searching the Magaesterium mostly for any who would defy their cause, or perhaps to recruit others, she’d had her doubts of his intentions. None of the Stonewards, in all their stuffy propriety, had taken to the Nightshade, nor the Shrieking Clam before it. Even Theo, though he seemed interested in more than one of her staff, had ever visited. But the candles had flickered black. So she was keeping him occupied in the courtyard while the others retreated and escaped to the beach where they could hide. She was also sure Eri was probably hiding behind a door, waiting on the dumbass to make a stupid move.
Cat ran a manicured finger over his jawline, putting on her best pout and batting her long lashes. “I thought you were looking for mages? Ones supporting the rebellion?” Her lips twisted slightly upward, “Why would you need to come to a brothel?” Her movements were deliberate, as she saddled up to him, drawing her hands down the front of his jacket to push it slightly open. If she’d never installed that little warning system, she might have paired him with one of her more beautiful women, one whose disposition was sweeter, one who would be pliant to a mainlander. But she didn’t trust him. “The only magic here is what happens between the sheets... but if that’s what you’re looking for...” She said sweetly, honey coating the venom behind her words, “I can help you out.”
The diminutive madame had angled Theo, leading him into a corner where they kept some of their rowdier guests. She pushed the Stoneward prince into a chair, leaning against him, her hands pressing into his shoulders. “Lay back and enjoy this, hmm?” She smirked, sliding behind him to massage his shoulders, then his arms. Reaching his forearms, she pulled them behind quickly, locking them into cuffs at the back of the chair. Quickly, she darted around, a wicked grin spreading on her lips. “Oh... sorry... I don’t know where the key is.” A laugh spilled from her lips, “If you EVER think of coming back here to disturb my staff, you small cock, dimwitted, piece of mainlander dog shit, you won’t get off so easily. I’ll let Gemina cut your fucking dick off you brother killing coward FUCK of a prince.” And with that, she turned and ran, grabbing Eri and bolting for the hidden entrance.
