"Sir. We found a few hundred dollars of illicit substances, including ecstasy, LSD, amphetamines and several questionable aphrodisiacs. We also found a small case full of Cabergoline. The illegal variation."

Lieutenant Sky Graphic stood outside the Golden Star, coordinating the raid upon the bordello. Sky was only recently promoted to his position, and was put in charge of this raid as his first command. Under guard was the staff of the Golden Star, or most of them. In his hooves was an employee list. Even those that hadn't been working that day were in the group of staff. However, there were a few missing staff members.

"Well, it'd be a disappointment if we hadn't found any," He answered, looking down at the list in his grasp and then back up to the set of staff members before him, "Gild sent us here to find these ponies and we suspected the possibility of illicit substances."

After his guards had formed rank, several of them standing around the staff members to keep them in check, Sky strolled over to the staff members, walking across the front of them and peering at them carefully.

"Listen up!" he called out so all could hear him, "My name is Lieutenant Sky Graphic, I'm in charge of this operation. We were sent here by Guard Captain Gild because we received complaints concerning possible criminal activity and this establishment."

He paused to let that sink in before speaking again.

"Now, what I have is an employee list. I am going to call you each by name, one by one. As you hear your name, call out to let me know that you are present and accounted for. We'll start with the obvious."

He looked at the clipboard in his hooves and cleared his throat.

"Ambrosia."

No answer. He sighed.

"No surprise," He muttered softly, "Bubbles?"

More silence. He rolled his eyes.

"Anypony know where Bubbles is?"

Gilded Thread hesitated momentarily and looked around at the other girls, who shot fearful looks back at her.

"She..." Thread began nervously, "She was doing things for Mistress Ambrosia... We don't know where she went."

Sky Graphic nodded with a gentle smile to Thread before looking back at the list.

"Caress."

Silence. At this, the girls looked around, confused. Sky noticed this and frowned.

"What?"

This time, it was Valinor who spoke.

"Caress was here... She shouldn't be missing."

Sky frowned and looked over at a pair of guards. One was a grey unicorn with stormcloud like mane, complete with lightning blue streaks.

"Arc. Take Gloss, go inside and search the premises. Take the blueprints with you. While you're at it, see if you can find Twinkletoes. He's been gone far too-"

"Sir, I thought we 'greed not t' call me that."

A big, hulking stallion strode out of the building. His armour could have probably been melted down to make a solid statue of gold. His Amber coat under his armour blended quite nicely with his golden armour, but the purple pegasus on his back was certainly not as difficult to see. She was unconscious and her jaw was swollen shut. Tear streaks on her face and her feathers were bedraggled and limp.

"Caress!" came a voice from the crowd of girls. Despite this, none of them moved.

"Shatter!" Sky yelled, "What happened?"

"Found like this," He answered, his accent thick, "Client got violent. Got rid of him."

Sky Graphic looked over back at the unicorn named Arc and he nodded, running over to the bigger pony.

"I understand you're all worried," Sky addressed the staff sympathetically, "And I know the last thing you want to do is sit through me calling names out. But I need to get this done. We will take your friend to the Canterlot Main Hospice where she will receive the best care we in the guard can afford to give, which should be the best she can get, I promise. Arc is taking her now. But I need you all to calm down and help me through this."

Sky's wings ruffled, agitated, before he looked down at his clipboard again.

"Cabaret?"

"Ambrosia, please. Calm down.There's nothing I can do about it here, and certainly not now."

Ambrosia whirled upon the hapless Tipstaff.

"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down!" She snarled, "I was just told, in no uncertain terms, that my bordello, My Star, was raided by that bastard and his personal army of loyal attack dogs! I don't know what they've done, I don't know how far they went!"

Tipstaff and Ambrosia were back in his office. It had been long since the attendants for Tip had left, running for the hills as Ambrosia had stormed into the office, face like a thundercloud and hooves like the wrath of god. After the meeting for parliament had adjourned, after being told without doubt that there was no way the new movement was going to be revoked or changed, not even re-held for re-consideration. No, the new law was there to stay, and there was nothing they could do to prevent that.

Ambrosia, understandably, was livid.

"Amber..."

"Don't you 'Amber' me Tipstaff!" She growled, "That bastard is after me, and he's after my girls. If he's hurt one..."

"Calm down, please!" Tipstaff said desperately, "Gild might be a devious bastard and a scumbag, but I swear, not all the guards are the same as Gild! I promise, most of them are very nice, gentle stallions and mares."

"And those that aren't?" She growled darkly, "What about them? You and I both know that they aren't all like that."

"Amber... It's not that simple and you know it. Ponies go through intense psych evaluations before being allowed to even train in the guard, it's not..."

Ambrosia groaned in frustration. She'd been pacing the length of the office for some time now and, if Tip didn't know better, he'd have sworn that there was a rut being walked into his floor.

Which is when, for the second time that day, the door burst open and an assistant ran in. But this time it wasn't one of Tip's.

"Mistress!"

"Bubbles!"

Ambrosia's sour disposition seemed to vanish as Bubbles practically flew into her forelegs, hugging her tightly.

"Mistress! They've taken away the Star! Guards came and..."

"I know..." Ambrosia said softly, stroking the hysterical mare's back slowly, managing to keep the iron from her voice, "I know dear."

She looked at Tipstaff over Bubble's shoulder.

"Is there any way I can get it back?" She asked him. Tip hesitated before answering.

"You... could take it to GIld's superiors. The Princesses have been known to take audience on the matters of the citizens, especially those she thought was unfair."

Ambrosia nodded slowly, stroking Bubble's mane gently.

"Could you give us a moment Tip?" She asked quietly over Bubble's shoulder. Tip nodded before walking out slowly.

"They found the drugs..." Bubbles said softly, "They've taken the girls to the barracks... And they've taken the Star away from us..."

"I'll figure something out," Ambrosia replied, "I'll talk to a princess as soon as I can... in the meantime, I want you to find someplace to hole up, stay out of sight. There's no reason you should be imprisoned for no reason as well."

"B-but... w-what if they lock you up?" Bubbles blubbered, "W-what'll happen to us?"

Ambrosia didn't answer, setting her jaw grimly as Bubbles cried into her shoulder.

"Let me out!"

"You can't keep us here!"

"I haven't done anything wrong!"

Canterlot barracks hadn't seen this much action for years. The cell block also hadn't seen so many mares for ages. Well, not since Sky had brought a girl down here back as a private when he was drunk. But nopony brought that up anymore. Now however there were twenty-two ponies in lockup. Not all of them were mares, admittedly, but most of them were. The block was in a row, with almost all of the employees of the Golden Star Bordello shouting and calling. Some of them were cussing, some of them simply crying.

Despite this, everypony that Shatter passed as he patrolled the cellblock went silent, too scared of the immense stallion to actually say anything. A few of them drew back from their restraints.

All except one.

Gilded Thread was one of the few ponies that had been put in a cell on her own. And although the others were put on their own due to necessity given their past activities, Thread was on her own because, put simply, there was too many in the other cells. Cells only held up to four ponies, and policy dictated no more than four per cell regardless how full the cells became. And instead of panicking, yelling or screaming like the other ponies, Thread had been silent the whole time. Her mind clicked and whirred as she thought about her predicament.

So when Shatter passed the cell, seated calmly, she called out to him.

"Excuse me, I'd like to speak to the guard who arrested us, Lieutenant Sky something rather I believe it was?"

Shatter paused in his rounds and turned to face the bold mare who decided to dare calling to him.

"Silence, whorse," he drawled, heavily accented, "You see nopony unless called."

Thread barely flinched.

"It's my right to request an audience with our jailers," She replied coolly, "In the case that there's an important matter to be spoken of. And there is."

By this time, the jail was becoming quiet as hushed voices went around, telling the rest of the staff what was happening. Shatter snorted.

"I'm not stupid," He said smugly, "You not coming out."

"That's funny," She replied coldly as he began to walk away, flicking her mane theatrically and somehow managing to make the golden inhibitor ring on her horn look good, "You could have fooled me."

What noise had been left in the block vanished and, if one listened hard enough, one could have heard a pin drop, or a fly sneeze. Shatter turned back to Thread with a dark, angry look on his face.

"I must have heard wrong," He snarled darkly, "You say something whorse?"

"Are you deaf as well as stupid?" She shot back icily in return.

Shatter's amber face turned red with rage and he put his forehead against the bars of Thread's cell.

"You're treading on thin ice," He growled "Shut your mouth, or I shut it for you."

"You don't have the balls," She snarled back, standing, her old blood unicorn tail sweeping through the space, whipping through the air menacingly. Shatter roared, his temper flaring and his massive hoof crashed into the bars of her cell. A few of the girls screamed and most of them fell back. Thread held her ground as he scrabbled for the keys at his waist.

CLANG

With a thunderous clap of metal on metal, Shatter's head snapped to the side and his eyes glazed over as he was thrown off his hooves, hitting the floor with a resounding crash of metal on concrete. The clearer sound of metal hitting concrete that came soon after as the hammer that dented the helm of the massive guard was just as attention grabbing.

"What is going on?"

The voice rumbled through the barracks jail like an avalanche down a mountain, gravelly and rough. Thread tore her eyes from the unconscious Shatter to the origin of the voice as it stooped down to pick up the big hammer. The stallion was gargantuan, larger even than Shatter. He had to stand at least head and shoulders taller, and he was broader as well. His crimson coat hung down over his hooves, his fetlocks unshorn. Tightly folded on his sides were a pair of leathery wings. His golden eyes stared intently at Thread.

"You making that ruckus?"

Thread swallowed heavily and nodded. Shatter hadn't scared her. Not really. But for some reason, this massive thestral before her scared her almost witless. She wasn't sure if it was the way he'd so easily knocked out Shatter, or his seemingly perfectly calm demeanor after such a violent reaction to Shatter's actions. The big stallion hummed for a long moment before rumbling quietly.

"My name is Forge," He rumbled quietly, "What is it you want?"

Thread hesitated. But, figuring he couldn't be worse than Shatter, she decided to speak to him.

"M-my name is Gilded Thread," She began, "I... I wanted to speak to Lieutenant Sky... The pony who had us detained? There's an important matter I must take up with him."

Forge hummed again. It sounded more like the earth quaking than a pony humming.

"Mm. I shall talk to him."

Thread blinked. That was easier than she thought.

"I... thank you."

Forge nodded to her slowly and turned away, walking away from the cell and out of the jail.

The room was clean, if nothing else. A little run down perhaps, but not completely derelict. The room was free of dust, and the floor was vacuumed, the wall was papered. It was a nice, neat, cheap hotel room.

And Ambrosia had bought it out for a month. Just in case.

"Alright. This should be relatively comfortable. Don't let yourself be seen, don't do anything memorable, don't do anything stupid. if anypony asks, use a fake name. I don't want to hear about you cropping up being arrested, you understand me?"

"Y-yes mistress, I understand. I already told you, I'll be alright."

Ambrosia turned to face Bubbles, a worried look on her face. Bubbles was smiling weakly.

"You taught me everything I know about everything I know. My skill with clients, lockpicking, hiding..."

"And none of this is to come to light," Ambrosia replied sternly, "I taught you that in case you ever were in trouble, but not this kind of trouble. Stay away from any guards, shop infrequently."

"We've been through this," Bubbles sighed, "I know. I promise, I won't do anything stupid or illegal. I know what I'm doing."

"Good," She replied shortly, "I am going to seek council with the Princess. Any of them will suffice if needed, although I would prefer to speak with the one whose guard arrested my girls. Then, perhaps I will visit the Barracks and tan Gild's hide so I can make it into a rug."

Without waiting for a response, the seething mare turned on her hoof and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

"So, Miss Thread. You asked for my council, so here I am. I trust I don't need to cuff you?"

Gilded Thread smiled at Sky Graphic. The pair were in his office in the Barracks. A relatively well furnished place with a small desk, a comfortable chair and a few other odds and ends. Thread was seated on one side of the desk, Sky on the other.

"No sir, cuffs will not be necessary. I simply wanted to talk. There are things that I must discuss, it's of the utmost importance."

Sky sighed and wriggled a little in his chair.

"Alright then," He replied, "I'm listening."

"There's a few things to speak of," She said primly in reply, "First and foremost is that I cannot remain incarcerated unless somepony looks after my sons."

Sky frowned and straightened a little in his chair.

"Sons?" He asked seriously, "The manifest didn't say anything about sons."

"Well, I didn't exactly wanting them knowing that their ex-model mother is now an employee that exchanges sexual favours for money," She shot back, "So no, I didn't bring up my sons even to my employer. If she'd known, there's a possibility the other girls would want to meet them and if one of them let anything slip... I'd lost the respect of my offspring, which is a horrible thing."

"I... alright," He mused quietly, "I'll... find somepony to take ca-"

"No," Thread cut him off sternly, "My sons will be cared for by my choice in pony, not yours. I think I've seen quite enough of your choices, and the lump of metal and muscle on the floor in front of my cell is quite enough to last me a lifetime."

Sky winced. He couldn't deny that.

"Alright... name your pony."

Thread smiled and replied quickly, "Fleur-De-Lis. If I remember correctly, she's currently bunking with the esteemed Fancy Pants. If you would please ask her on my behalf, or send for her immediately so I may ask her myself, that would be wonderful."

"Fluer-De-Lis?" Sky blinked, stunned, "How in Equestria do you know her?"

"Model darling," She smirked sweetly, "We all knew each other. Now if you don't mind?"

He stared at her for a moment, as if trying to process what she'd said before nodding.

"Y-yes, of course. I'll send Arc and his partner. Those two are trustworthy, I promise. I don't think Arc would even take a jellybean without permission from his superiors."

"Good. I will write the letter, but there are a few other things."

Sky groaned internally. This was going to be a long meeting, he could tell.

"First and foremost, the girls require some sense of privacy, so I'd like to..."

Yep, very long meeting.

"What do you mean I need an appointment!? There are three princesses! How difficult could it be to get me in there to talk to one of them?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but an appointment must be made. Princess Celestia is booked for at least a few months. Princess Luna is not taking council appointments right now, business with the Gryphon empire."

"And Twilight?" Ambrosia demanded angrily, "What of Princess Sparkle?"

The guard sighed. Ambrosia had already been here, arguing with him, for the past half hour. She didn't seem to care that she'd wasted half an hour of his life and he wasn't about to get that back.

"Look, ma'am, Princess Sparkle has barely held her crown for six months. She hasn't deemed herself as ready for council, and until she says so, she won't be taking visitors. Is it really that difficult to understand?"

Ambrosia rolled her eyes and groaned, frustrated.

"It's annoying! I can't wait a few months to see one of the Princesses! It's a matter of utmost importance! It simply cannot wait!"

"Well I'm sorry, it's going to have to. If you'd like to make an appointment, you'll have to talk to one of the senior guards or manage to catch Princess Celestia on her own, which is highly unlikely."

Ambrosia bristled indignantly and opened her mouth to shoot something back and he held his hoof up.

"Look lady, you think I like playing gatekeeper between the desperate masses and the politicians? It's not my job to babysit them, and I'm not here to hold your hoof. I'm just a guard who stands outside a set of doors all day and sends ponies just like yourself in one at a time. There's nothing I can do."

"Then stop wasting my time then and tell me who the hell I have to talk to to get anything done!"

The guard rolled his eyes and sighed. Again.

"Did you try Guard Captain Gild?" He drawled slowly. Ambrosia snarled.

"Oh, right. That's smart. Go to the pony you're about to slam. You're a fucking genius, you know that?"

"Well, I'm not a mind reader," He replied tiredly, "Look, just take it to somepony else will you please? I'm going to get a hiding if you keep yelling at me."

"If you told me who-"

"Look, lady, it's either you go take your problems to somepony else, or I lock you up for public disturbance. Now are you leaving, or am I walking you away in chains?"

Ambrosia fumed, glaring at the guard for a long minute before groaning and stomping away. This had not ended as she'd planned.

Meanwhile, in Canterlot General, A petite purple pegasus woke up again from her painful nap with a groan. Her jaw was wrapped, secured to her head via bandages. This didn't allow her to speak, nor did it allow her to move her jaw in any way. Another groan and she heard something.

"Hey, Ressy, you're awake!"

Caress blinked slowly and turned her head. She'd have smiled if it didn't hurt so much. Before her sat her favorite client. A Night Guard named Blitz Brazier. A unicorn stallion that hadn't yet decided whether or not to go through the transformation into a Thestral, Blitz had a dark red, almost maroon coat with steely hair and ice blue eyes. Emblazoned upon his flank was a fiery shield known through magic circles as a 'bubble shield'. There was a chunk missing from his left ear and, Caress' personal favorite asset, pierced genitalia. There weren't many ponies that opted to get a Frenum Ladder on their penis after all.

"Hey... I wanted to be here earlier, but I got caught up. When I heard what happened I came down as fast as I could. Star wanted to come with, but she had other things to do that were important, so I told her you'd understand."

Caress nodded, a tear coming to her eyes. Blitz, ever the gentlecolt, wiped the tears away as they fell.

"Come on.. no need to cry Ress. S'alright. We'll find out who did this to you, I promise... and when I do..."

The gentle look in his eyes gave way to cold, black fury and his teeth clenched.

"I'm gunna make him wish he'd never been born, you mark my words."

There was a pregnant pause as Blitz sat there for a moment, letting himself fume in his anger and Caress just sort of stared at him. This wasn't the usual proceedings of their visits, even when they met outside of work.

"Ahem... in any case, you need to be more careful," He finally said, looking back at her, "Official report says you were raped by a client. You have to be more careful. I thought you kept a knife in your room?"

Caress rolled her eyes. She DID keep a knife in her room, and not in an easily found place. But if you opened the second draw of her nightstand and hit the draw correctly in the right place, a butterfly knife would fall from its hiding place. It was Blitz's idea to begin with. He was worried that she'd be attacked, or something damn close.

"Well, why didn't you use it then? If you have a weapon, use it. Take advantage... I only wanted you safe."

Caress rolled her eyes again.

"I'd rather hear about you going to jail for assault with a deadly weapon than be here after... after..."

Caress sighed through her nose, resigned to the idea that Blitz was going to be talking like this for a long time. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Ambrosia didn't like it when she didn't get her own way. Most times, this resulted in her pouting a whole lot and making an adorable face until she got what she wanted. Sometimes it was more serious and she punished one of the girls for a stuff up. This time, she didn't bother to yell at anypony, or anything of the sort. No, this time she walked through the city streets, trying desperately to calm herself so she could think.

It was a clear night. Evidently, Luna wanted her night to be appreciated tonight. The moon was full, and the stars were twinkling gently. Not a cloud in the sky from what Ambrosia could see. The cool night air was a welcome addition to her attempts to calm herself, and the gentle chirps of cicadas helped too. It reminded her of her old home with her parents in the country. She may not have really enjoyed it with her parents, living by their rules, but she had liked the country itself... although not as much as the city.

Feeling the grass under her hooves, the faint smell of the oncoming rain, no doubt in preparation for tomorrow fresh from the Cloudsdale factory. She took her time walking through the unrestricting space. It felt like freedom, like she, for a little while at least, didn't have to worry about her problems. Didn't have to worry that she hadn't been able to fit in a schedule with Celestia that didn't make her wait for a month and a half, despite the pony behind her that managed to get in an appointment in the next week. No worries that her girls were in jail, and one in the hospital. She'd only found out THAT gem after her attempts at getting an audience with a princess. She tried to get in to see her, but visiting hours had closed almost two hours ago.

She hadn't had a good day.

Just as she thought she was the only pony that had to be out here, and she began to think it was later than she thought, she saw a light just by a tree. Curious as to who would be out this late (aside from her of course, she knew why she was out this late), she approached the light slowly. The source of the light, as it became clear, was a group of candles set at the foot of a picnic blanket. Laying above them was two equines. One, the mare, a blue mare with flaxen mane and an eye shrouded in purple mist for a cutie mark, had her head resting upon a Zebra stallion's shoulder.

"Zirqon?" Ambrosia asked quietly, "Is that you?"

The Zebra started and turned his head to face Ambrosia before breaking out in a smile. However, instead of speaking as she thought he would, he held a hoof to his lips and gestured carefully, avoiding waking the mare on his shoulder. It took a bit of gesturing before Amber understood that he wanted to meet her in a few minutes. She nodded silently and pointed over behind the tree. He nodded and winked. Ambrosia sighed and trotted away, waiting a little away from the tree for Zirqon.

Zirqon was a young, handsome zebra stallion with a lot going for him. A craftszebra of considerable skill, Zirqon was one of her best customers. He often came in with his older brother, Zubari. She knew him by name, but of course, hadn't known of his skill until Bubbles had told her so. She had heard from her girls that he was quite skilled in bed, and very charming. But he was always willing to pay good bits, so she didn't mind so much his idiosyncrasies.

A few minutes later, the zebra appeared from around the tree, trotting up to Ambrosia.

"Long time no see Amby... Not really, but y'know," He said with a smug smile as he approached. Ambrosia rolled her eyes.

"Zirqon. I was looking for you."

"For me? Amby, 'm flattered."

"Not in the way you seem to believe," She said tiredly, "Bubbles was looking for you to do some work for me."

"Really?" Zirqon asked, interested, "n' wha' could tha' be?"

"Nothing now," she sighed, "There's no need for your work. The Star has been taken away from me."

"What?" Zir replied, obviously shocked, "How? Why?"

"Seized by the guard," She snarled, "Because they got a 'complaint' that somepony in my establishment was partaking in criminal past times in my house."

"Were they?" Zirqon asked shamelessly. Amber hesitated and sighed.

"I... I'd scolded Caress a time or two... but she's Kleptomaniacal, it's nothing I can fix."

"Aye, tha's true," he replied, "Bu' tha' ain't enough t' take th' star from ya is it?"

"No... Some of our clients were.... Had very specific requests," She said softly, "Illicit drugs. Not much of course... Our clients bring their own, we just store it. That... makes things more serious of course."

"Hmmmh... Ah see..."

"I... I was just trying to give them a home," She said softly, "Most of my girls have nowhere else to go."

"Cept fer th' star," he finished for her. She merely nodded. Zirqon put a reassuring hoof on her shoulder.

"S'alright Amby. Ya seen th' princess 'bout it?"

"You forget. The guard control the appointments, and Gild, the captain, has it in for me. That's why I've lost the star."

"Oh."

There was a long silence.

"Zubari's going t' be very dissappointed," Zirqon finally remarked, "Y' were his fav'rite spot here 'n Canterlot."

"The only spot," She corrected, "In Canterlot."

Zirqon chuckled.

"Aye, th' only spot," He amended. He thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Ah may not be th' best zebra t' tell ya this," he said, "But Ah'll say it anyway. Yer an honest mare for the most part Amby, an' Ah respect that 'bout ya, and yer cute t' boot. If there was somethin' Ah could do t' help, ya know Ah would. But really, there isn't. So, instead, Ah'm goin' t' say this. Sometimes ya got to walk ye own path. Some ponies'll hate ya for it, some'll love ya. Ye just got t' go for what ya want, no matter what."

".... That's surprisingly deep Zirqon," Ambrosia said slyly, "You come up with that all by yourself?"

"Honestly? I think he did~"

The pair started at the new voice and turned. Facing them at the tree was the young mare. Her eyes were closed and she had a soft smile on her face.

"Spell?" Zirqon asked, his ears pinning back, "Did we wake y' up?"

The young mare giggled and shook her head gently.

"No dear, you didn't. Stop worrying."

Now that she was up and standing, Amber noticed she was almost dangerously thin. She wasn't supermodel thin, but she almost looked malnourished. She was remarkably clean though, Amber noticed idly. Normally there was some semblance of smudge or dirt on a pony's coat, but not on this mare.

"Heh, Can't help it princess," he smirked back, "Ya bring out th' soft side o' me."

"Liar~" She teased back with a flush, "You're a rogue and a scoundrel. You're lucky it works in your favour."

All this was said with a smile and Ambrosia was starting to feel a bit like a third wheel as it were. She didn't really want to be anywhere near Zirqon when he was getting his game on, since she was likely to ruin it. Not because she couldn't sweet talk, but simply because she knew she could out sweet talk Zirqon with a paper bag over her head.

"I should... I should go," Ambrosia said abruptly, "You know... don't want to intrude or anything..."

"Nonsense," The mare named Spell countered politely, "Come. I think we still have some wine left, if Zirqon hasn't drank it all whilst I was asleep."

Zirqon smiled sheepishly at that and looked to Ambrosia for her answer. Not quite knowing what else to do, nor could she bring herself to refuse such a polite invitation, Amber sighed and accepted. At least the night would be spent with ponies who weren't trying to put her out of business.

"Alright, alright. I get it, beds as well. Jeez. Can I send for Fleur now or should I just sit here whilst you ask more of me?"

"No, you can send for her now."

"Thank you! I trust you don't need directions back to your cell?"

"No, I know my way back. Tell Fleur I'd consider it a personal favour."

"No problem. Goodbye, Miss Thread."

"Till next time Sky~"

"......... Ugh, women."

Author's Note

Zirqon and brothers/sister belong to Jay, who is reading this, I know it >.> Spell is my poneh of course. Did I miss anyone?