Consorting with Chaos
Dust storms swept across arid land, amassing clouds of dirt and sand that blew with a devastating force against the industrial township. A presumably loyal establishment, thanks to the number of civilians traversing the settlement and conducting a number of ordinary tasks as they went about their daily routines; upon further inspection, however, one would discover the truth behind such a colony. The establishment reached below the surface, and as one would travel deeper underground, things would grow ever more disturbing to the standard imperial citizen.
Chaos sigils marked every corridor, accompanied by the markings of Slaanesh on the lower levels. Delightful and intoxicating incense filled the air ducts, accompanied by the very scent of passion. Pink curtains hung from rafters and walls, gilded torch stands resting at key locations to provide just enough light to allow the human inhabitants of these halls to see properly. Dancers and daemonettes alike paraded around the underground hideout, attracting the eyes of cultists both male and female in their drug-filled states. Pleasures of the flesh were had at every corner and room, the variety of which seemed near-endless in availability.
But, not all of those present were human or daemon; in fact, the likes of the Dark Eldar were present in small quantities throughout the subterranean sanctuary. Sworn enemies of Chaos they usually were, similarly to their Craftworld kin, and yet this band in particular were not only maintaining a certain level of peace with the daemons and their followers, but even friendship (and perhaps worship, too), if one could call it such a thing. This specific group of elven xenos were adorned in armor of white and gold, pearly feathered wings surgically attached to their backs. For the most part, these Dark Eldar were there if not only to entertain their carnal desires, for experiences with their own kin had left a sour taste in their mouths, but sometimes the kabal would even entertain a raid or battle with the aid of the heretics and their daemonic cohorts.
Amidst the halls that were filled with decadence of the finest quality, sensual pursuits of every variety were surely had, and after a lengthy encounter between a visiting Scourge and cultist had come to close, the Commorite sprawled out on his back across the luxurious satin bedsheets, wings easily hanging over the edges of the relatively large bed. The Slaaneshi cultist had left the xeno visitor to his own devices in his room, as to indulge in some of the wondrous foods the sanctuary had to offer, of which the Scourge politely declined. A rapturous experience they shared for a time, the heightened senses of the Eldar paired with the intoxicating qualities the very air around them possessed made for quite a sensual combination, causing even the slightest of movements to usher a new feeling so much better than the last as the two embraced one another. There was no emotion beyond the heat of the moment from either men, but while it lasted they tossed and turned in bed like lovers fighting in the most passionate and warmhearted manners. Marks were left on both ends, arranged across their bodies like a puzzling and disorganized map, which they were led to the numerous centers of earthly pleasures by. The Scourge was satisfied with his work, and that of his most recent fling’s, and for now was content with a blissful rest in the very bed they had conducted such amorous exchanges upon.