RE: [Wizard Jail] (mini-battle)
08-08-2017, 01:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2017, 01:19 AM by Pharmacy.)
“Request?” Vocifer inquired. “Strange that requests are dealt instead of punishments. Regardless, I, Vocifer Vox, shall request the delivery of his FINEST MASTERPIECES to the honorable Vanth. Also a falafel. Vocifer Vox loves falafel.”
“Way ahead of you, big boy.” Tittifer cracked her whip. Two kytons, wearing more chains than clothes, pushed in a food cart, filled with a tantalizingly oily aroma. The succubus sashayed to the cart and proceeded to prepare a falafel wrap in the most excruciatingly slow fashion. Then it started to turn for the excruciatingly slow and sexy fashion. Three minutes pass before a nonplussed Vocifer wondered if he was going to receive a falafel at all.
“What? What is this madness?”
At this point and time, the succubus languidly sprawled on the cart, her high-heeled feet waving salaciously in the air. Tomato and lettuce were everywhere and for some reason, she was completely covered in hummus. Not that Vocifer realized, all his attention was on the falafel in her hands – the chickpea balls browned to perfection, nested in mouth-watering condiments and vegetables. Tittifer knew.
She took a bite out of it.
“NO! THIS CANNOT BE!” Vocifer cried out. He would had raised his arms into the air if they were not already chained to the wall, eliciting a peal of mocking laughter/amused squelching from the observers and his squid prisonmate. Vocifer snarled and pulled against his restraints, but they were for nothing as the falafel disappeared into the succubus’s mouth. Like his hopes and dreams.
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1) Vocifer suffers falafel-centric purgatory.
2) Butterfly Gang are going to take Vocifer’s “masterpieces.” Of course, they’re not going to give to Vanth.
“Way ahead of you, big boy.” Tittifer cracked her whip. Two kytons, wearing more chains than clothes, pushed in a food cart, filled with a tantalizingly oily aroma. The succubus sashayed to the cart and proceeded to prepare a falafel wrap in the most excruciatingly slow fashion. Then it started to turn for the excruciatingly slow and sexy fashion. Three minutes pass before a nonplussed Vocifer wondered if he was going to receive a falafel at all.
“What? What is this madness?”
At this point and time, the succubus languidly sprawled on the cart, her high-heeled feet waving salaciously in the air. Tomato and lettuce were everywhere and for some reason, she was completely covered in hummus. Not that Vocifer realized, all his attention was on the falafel in her hands – the chickpea balls browned to perfection, nested in mouth-watering condiments and vegetables. Tittifer knew.
She took a bite out of it.
“NO! THIS CANNOT BE!” Vocifer cried out. He would had raised his arms into the air if they were not already chained to the wall, eliciting a peal of mocking laughter/amused squelching from the observers and his squid prisonmate. Vocifer snarled and pulled against his restraints, but they were for nothing as the falafel disappeared into the succubus’s mouth. Like his hopes and dreams.
--
1) Vocifer suffers falafel-centric purgatory.
2) Butterfly Gang are going to take Vocifer’s “masterpieces.” Of course, they’re not going to give to Vanth.