[Vile] Maiden of Pain's Redemption

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"You simply will it to move, and the dress will shift slightly to accentuate the feature you desire. I would advise a bit of practice in it, of course," Madame Silversilk points out. As Loviana strokes the dress, the water does seem to move slightly with the pressure of her fingers. It feels cool and soft, almost like dipping one's hand into a basin of water. "Would you like to try it on? These dresses only truly come alive when worn."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Intrigued with the way the dress feels Loviana gives an absent smile as she agrees, “Yes, of course Madame Silversilk.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*With a gesture, the dress seems to compact itself into a ball. Madame Silversilk floats it over to the dressing room and waits outside for Loviana to disrobe. When she indicates she is ready, Silversilk floats the dress down over her head, where it flows around her body. It's just like diving into water. In a moment it lies elegantly against Loviana's body, showing off her skin, figure, and hair quite well.*

"Do you like it dear? I thought you would," Madame Silversilk says in a strange tone. Loviana feels a thrill of alarm run through her nerves as suddenly the dress comes alive around her. She's quick enough to keep her arms from being bound, but the dress flows into her mouth and nose, cutting off her air.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

She wasn’t sure what had tipped her off but Loviana realized that she needed to push back the urge to try and breathe or to scream, her most intimate desires at the moment.

Loviana knew she was in trouble but she counted her blessing that she was still able to react and she quickly did so by summing Skada from her glove and putting her shoulder and the strength she can muster against the door.

OOC: If she makes it through the door Loviana will attempt to wrap Skada around the assassin’s throat, whom she assumes is Madame Silversilk if no one else present himself or herself. Her desire is to kill her assassin in the same manor she is being killed. (and hopefully draw someone’s attention to help her.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Loviana hammers her shoulder into the door, but it remains stuck fast... or did she lock it? Skada hums in her mind, eager for blood, and snarls with Loviana as the door bars their way. A burst of fear and anger floods through Loviana and into her ring, hopefully echoing in Orshallan. The dress flexes again, but Loviana is again able to keep her arms and legs from being tangled up in the murderous garment.*

"I'm sorry child, but the price on your soul is far too much to pass up, even for a simple dressmaker. Hush... hush... go quietly and it will be easier for you," Madame Silversilk's voice floats over the walls, soothing as warm milk. Her voice seems to be echoing in Loviana's head, and she finds her limbs starting to go slack...

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

As Loviana’s arms go slack her legs grow weary beneath and she promptly allows herself to slide down the wall and unto a seated position, but she does this not at Madame Silversilk’s request but in the hopes of saving herself as Loviana was no stranger to suffocation, in fact one would be hard pressed to find one of Loviatar’s flock that wasn’t unduly familiar with suffocation as it’s painful repercussions were important in both acts of violence and love.

With little recourse other than to fight without the aggression that would rob her body of its needed strength Loviana concentrated upon Madame Silversilk’s words of, “You simply will it to move, and the dress will shift slightly to accentuate the feature you desire” In the hopes of pushing the dress from her face...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Loviana puts all of her will into trying to force the dress off her face. She feels it move slightly, and a breath of air goes into her lungs. However, Madame Silversilk's voice continues to echo inside her head, and Loviana feels herself go slack. Though she cannot move, she can still see through slitted eyes. Silversilk enters the surprisingly well-built dressing room, and manipulates a carving near the corner of the mirror. It swings open to reveal a secret passage descending into the depths. Two other people, elegantly-dressed elven woman, pick Loviana up and begin to carry her in.*

"What about the man?" Silversilk inquires. "We left him sleeping in an alley, Mistress." Loviana sees Silversilk give a curt nod as she's taken down a set of stone stairs, lit only with glowing fungus on the ceiling.

*From her ring, she feels a sudden surge of anger, fear, and determination. Orshallan is coming. Silversilk directs her apprentices to place Loviana on a slab of stone, and then secure her with iron manacles. The other women leave, and Silversilk leans over Loviana and makes a gesture with her hand. Abruptly she is back in control of her body.*

"There are many questions behind your eyes, child," she says softly. Out of the corner of her eye, Loviana spots Skada lying on a table nearby. The scourge seems to vibrate with anger, eager for blood.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Loviana let none of her anger, at herself and at Madame Silversilk's treachery, and the simple relief at still being alive cross her face as her mind noted with some satisfaction that the Madame seemed to be underestimating her… Something she wouldn’t do herself.

“Well how many of them have answers? Better yet how many of them have answers? Are you really a simple dressmaker Madam Silversilk or are you something more?”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I am no more a simple dressmaker than you are a simple bride, my dear. Everyone has two faces, and sometimes many more than that. One of mine is a kidnapper of sorts. My employer desires your soul, and I was paid to deliver," Silversilk says with a mildness that belays the subtle horror of her words.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Loviana nodded her head in understanding, their could only be one interested in her soul but Loviana realized that talking, and the time it would take, was in her favor, “Well you do have talent the dress was quite lovely… I would have loved to wear it for my wedding… So how much?”

She gives a mischievous grin, “For my soul, not the dress and how do you plan on taking my soul?”

OOC: If Silversilk advances on her she will call Skada to her side and attack.