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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Dec 30, 2022 17:38:06 GMT
Mr. Phrixos had been lounging in the private baths of his new St. Helena apartment, contemplating his brilliant luck. First a cushy job in the council. Now her. The Tanysiran maid he’d had his eye on since he showed up at the palace that first day. It had been a relatively simple affair getting her on his staff. Whenever he was in the presence of the emperor, he merely brought up how efficient a worker she was. How he admired her skill with… whatever it was she did again. Women of the Empire were fond of course. He had settled down with a lovely Rigelian lady. But with so many beauties out there, who could resist the allure. Was man made to enjoy only one painting or sunset his entire life? No. People are art in the flesh. And art, after all, is to be admired. Men paid for art!
In a flash he hopped from the bath, grabbing a tunic from the maid and sauntering off to the phone closet. “Paula! I’ve got a proposition. Business venture. I think you’ll like it. We’ll need advertisements. Yes. As many papers as we can get to publish it. Here’s the idea…”
And so the advertisement went out. Classified ads in some of the more socially stuffy locales, and full page affairs for others.
“Divinian Financier seeks aid in obtaining working women for new business venture! Women from across the globe are encouraged to be brought forward to Mr. Zephyros Phrixos at his office on the Via Corso, St. Helena. Guaranteed wages and housing for the women. Competitive pricing for suppliers based on origin, abilities, and visage of women supplied.”
“Special Notice: Due to rarity, pricing for a woman of Dunwiki origin will start at 40,000L as well as coverage of costs incurred during her collection.”
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Post by Dunwik on Dec 30, 2022 21:16:03 GMT
Mr. Phrixos had been lounging in the private baths of his new St. Helena apartment, contemplating his brilliant luck. First a cushy job in the council. Now her. The Tanysiran maid he’d had his eye on since he showed up at the palace that first day. It had been a relatively simple affair getting her on his staff. Whenever he was in the presence of the emperor, he merely brought up how efficient a worker she was. How he admired her skill with… whatever it was she did again. Women of the Empire were fond of course. He had settled down with a lovely Rigelian lady. But with so many beauties out there, who could resist the allure. Was man made to enjoy only one painting or sunset his entire life? No. People are art in the flesh. And art, after all, is to be admired. Men paid for art! In a flash he hopped from the bath, grabbing a tunic from the maid and sauntering off to the phone closet. “Paula! I’ve got a proposition. Business venture. I think you’ll like it. We’ll need advertisements. Yes. As many papers as we can get to publish it. Here’s the idea…” And so the advertisement went out. Classified ads in some of the more socially stuffy locales, and full page affairs for others. “Divinian Financier seeks aid in obtaining working women for new business venture! Women from across the globe are encouraged to be brought forward to Mr. Zephyros Phrixos at his office on the Via Corso, St. Helena. Guaranteed wages and housing for the women. Competitive pricing for suppliers based on origin, abilities, and visage of women supplied.” “Special Notice: Due to rarity, pricing for a woman of Dunwiki origin will start at 40,000L as well as coverage of costs incurred during her collection.” Minister Jones stared at the hastily translated missive on his desk, looking it over a few times. Idly chewing some gum, letting the mild psychoactive properties of the resin reduce the feeling of tension in his shoulders and neck. The paper had come from some Divinian man of high wealth, and if he understood properly, the missive read as follows: "[A wealthy man from the Imperium Divinum desires females for a business venture. Females worldwide requested to be brought to Mr. Zephryos Phrixos at his home on the Via Corso, St. Helena. Certified money and home for females. Good money for pimp based on origin, abilities, and visage of female supplied. Pricing for Dunwikki[sic] female will start at 40,000L, as well as coverage of cost for obtaining." Female... what? There were many potential things that could be female. Jones rubbed his tongue over his teeth as he thought. Clearly it wasn't a desire for female humans. There was no shortage of them in Dunwik. Arthur had been parroting the number of Dunwikki constantly - 77 million - and if that was the number, then there should've been more than 38 million Dunwikki women. Clearly, that wasn't the issue. Ah! Of course. This was a man making a zoo! But why female? Jones looked at the paper and stared for a while. Did the Divinians... do things with animals? Jones groaned and put his head in his hands. 40,000L was 40,000L. Whatever an L converted to, he needed that money badly. A response was sent before he even realized it. "From the office of the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Dunwik to Mr. Zephyros Phrixos: We understand your request and provide the following offer: Name: Beth Lucas. Female, 19 years of age, of good intelligence and refined breeding. A gem of the Dunwikki eugenicist movement. Pristine red [crown]-" Jones wondered how well the word would translate, but kept writing. "Obedient, upbeat, and with a beautiful voice. Robust. A picky eater and in need of constant attention. A note: she only responds to commands in Dunwikki. Unremarkable medical history. 55,000L or better offer." |
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Jan 4, 2023 23:36:30 GMT
“Umm sir… the Dunwiki is here.” Farah attempted her best rendition of Greek with her new master, though the words sounded gutteral to her. Phrixos seemingly understood though, as he hopped up from his couch with childlike glee.
“Oh! Do bring her in here! I want to get a proper look!”
“Yes sir. But well…” She produced for the man a bird. The Dunwiki “girl” was a bird. Pretty to be sure. But decidedly not what her master had ordered. Farah winced, waiting for the reaction.
Instead, Councilor Phrixos chuckled. The chuckle turned into a cackle. “Those Dunwiki DOGS! They’re sick! I mean they- with a BIRD? Gods above! They’re a riot! Gods what a find!” He clutched the maids arm, causing the animal to reel back from her new owner.
“What should I do with her sir?”
“What should you do? Find a seamstress willing to make her some of the finest lingerie! She’s going to be a starting attraction in my new joint! Beth you beautiful thing, we’re going to give Divinium a taste of the exotic!”
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