Up Where They Walk (Mo' and Others!)

[Sinsae Niniane]

The last few hours had been strange for Sinsae. At first, it seemed horrible. The sand, the heat and the 'light eyes' wouldn't be something Sinsae would ask for in a vacation away from the colony but as Sin was dropped into the lake and set to fend for herself, Sinsae felt like this wasn't just a vacation.

Being a fable and a mermaid meant several things. First, Sin would never know the torture of packing in order to move. No, she was hauled in a giant tub. Secondly, she was tethered to the water as a life line. Thirdly, she would never speak, her own particular weakness. these things had never bothered her before, but now, surrounded by all these people and not a word to say...it sucked.

The lights, little suns as she called them, in the Sanctuary had dimmed. Her eyes adjusted quickly and all was calm...until she felt the burning. From her waist to her fins, it felt like pins and needles. She squirmed and twisted, trying to make it stop and her wordless mouth opened in a silent scream. Suddenly, Sinsae sank in the water, unable to catch her breath. She clawed at the lakeside, trying to kept her head up and finally she could breath. Now...her tail felt funny.

Sin looked down to see warm chocolate skin on her chest, and further down to see that her tail had split! She opened her mouth to give and shout and a croaking sound came out! Excited about the sound, Sin let go of the lakeside and threw her hands up into the air before quickly falling below the water's surface. Before panic rose in her throat, Sin smiled and gave a feeble kick of her new torn tail and to her chagrin, she gave a bob to the surface.

Sinsae kicked with all her might, rising to the top of the pool as she pulled herself out and lay on the grass. She took a large gulp of air and bounded up. She could escape! Taking off on her own (wobbly) legs, Sin tried to coordinate her steps and ended up looking like a baby giraffe. She carefully sneaked around until she found a door, sliding out with the utmost care as the earth shook and guards left their posts to see what was all the ruckus!

Sinsae stuck to the shadows, her chocolate skin and dark mass of hair hanging down from the weight of the water she had been in. She looked down to see tiny little toes, just like a human and horrible knobby knees. How did humans think legs were attractive? Sinsae blinks, looking up and trying to find her way out of the city.

However, the little mermaid wasn't aware of two things. One, she didn't know this city and two, she was naked as a jay bird. Dusk was still setting and Sin heard bodies waking and moving, she she sprint off in a dead run into the worst possible place for a young and impressionable mergirl.

Hades.

Outside the establishment, clothed only in her skin, Sinsae looked at the building's facade with wide and scared eyes. Her mouth fell open and she spoke her first words.

"What is it?"

[Asmodai]

Mo had just concluded a meeting. How, precisely, the incarnation of Lust defined a meeting was probably best left to the imagination. Three of the six men she’d been seen with earlier were lounging around Asmodai by the bar. Now that the ink was dry it was time to unwind. They were chatting idly, all of them in various stages of disarray. Mo is wearing a man’s suit jacket. It’s a very nice looking jacket in fact, in black with wide lapels and pinstripes in crisp, clean white. It was buttoned closed, but because it’s cut wide at the top this displays a generous portion of caramel coloured cleavage pouring from a leopard print bra. Between her manicured fingers she rolled an empty shotglass, no trace of the contents on the bottom. Mo ‘mmm’ed slightly to herself, unheard perhaps by most due to the throbbing music of the club, and licked the remnants of the buttery nipple clean from her lusciously full lips. So far tonight was going beautifully.

Asmodai’s eyes were brimmed in darkness, her crisp orbs as glistening as black diamonds and edged by thick, spidery black lashes. They slid along the faces of the crowd, casually but carefully as they took in the details of those in the room. Something was coming. Mo realized that more the closer Sin was to the doors of Hades. She had recently gorged herself in the crowning glory of her Sins: lust. Because of this The Princess was sharper, more in tune with the echos of those tiny little threads that wove into the fabric of this delicate reality. People really had no idea what delicate work temptation was. A little push here, a tiny nudge there… but you had to know when and how to exert your efforts.

When Sin read the sign outside and allowed herself to ponder the nature of this place, Mo’s lips moved into a wide smile. She set down her shotglass and adjusted the loose, tumbling tresses of her chestnut hair before making her way through the club. Her steps were sure, each runway ready step displaying the thigh high black boots she’s wearing. Mo stops a few paces shy of Sin and looks the girl over. She was not the only one with that idea, however, and a man stepped in to grab Sin’s arm.

“Hey sexy, you wanna party?” The man leered with noxious breath, his fingers gripping at Sin’s arm.

“Ahem.” Came a voice from behind him. “What do you think you’re doing? Obviously, the lady is here to see me. Now, you.” She pointed to the man “Piss off. And you.” She looked to the girl, a warm and dazzling smile on her face. “You come with me.” Mo curled a finger at her and lead her into Hades with a hypnotizing sway of her hips toward a more quiet VIP section.

[Sinsae Niniane]

Sinsae blinked, pulling away from the men with wordless fear in her face before the woman came. Sinsae watched the woman flaunt her beautiful curves as she lured the mermaid inside.

"And you. You come with me."

Sinsae, still quite wobbly on her feet, followed with cautious steps. Maybe this woman could help her escape! It wasn't out of the realm of possibility since the beautiful woman had saved her from the strange man. Sin's head gave a curious tilt to the side as she followed the demon of lust into Hades. She even attempted to give her hips that sway, but instead, she bounced off the door and jumped back with a pained look on her face as she rubbed her arm. Her cheeks colored a lovely peach under her chocolate skin and she followed quietly behind Asmodai with her eyes taking in the room.

It was dark, something Sin was perfectly fine with, and her eyes adjusted accordingly. She was a beautiful girl if one were to look at her. Her height only topped out at 5'5", long dark hair falling in waves and braids down her back, just enough to cover her pert ass. She had many shining beads and glass all wrapped up in her hair as it fell over her long neck and slender shoulders. She was young, that you could tell by first glance and her large brown eyes were deep set and naturally smokey. She blinks, giving a small cough as smoke invaded her lungs in bits. It wasn't horrible but something she wasn't use to.

"Where are we going?" Her brow was pulled together in question as the naked mermaid traipsed over the floor of Hades for the first time.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai lead her new ‘friend’ to the stairs. It was a tight fit, with the occasional person trying to slip by to go down. She made a point of going first on the stairs not simply to lead, but because it also offered what many heatedly argued to be the best view of her. Asmodia’s curving body was luscious, though compact not overly thin. Mo was just enough to hold in your arms- any extra padding neatly packaged into all the right places. The kind that made you want to trace their shape with your hands or get a taste of them. The smile on her succulent mocha lips lifted just slight more to one side as she fended off a smirk.

Though she heard the girl just fine, she offered no audible reply yet. In the back of her mind Mo was forming a plan. She wasn’t sure what she’d found yet, but she was determined to riddle it out. After ascending a few levels Mo turned to the left and made her way across the floor. The doorway she leads Sin though has a wide, curving archway with dim, coloured light across the top. Rather than a door there was a shimmery pink curtain which Mo closed behind them once Sin followed her through. It is just slightly sheer- just enough to see the outline of anyone should they approach. The space had a plush, round ‘seat’ large enough to sprawl across with an assortment of pillows in soft and vibrantly coloured fabric. The walls were draped in similar cloth, giving the whole space the feel of a private tent. Music filtered in through this opening, but otherwise the room was blessedly quiet.

Mo climbed onto the round seat, taking up the space in the dead center, and pat the space beside her. “You look a little lost.” She offered casually, wrapping a bit of hair around her finger. “New Vegas isn’t the best town to wander about like that.” Her eyes moved up and down along Sin’s body with no attempt at subtly. Mo ran her tongue along her teeth. “Still, better that you ended up here I suppose. I’d hate to see a sweet thing like you get mixed up with the wrong sorts. I’m Asmodai, by the way, or Mo if it pleases you. Who are you?” She lifted a perfectly sculpted brow at her, her curiosity written across her face. But there was something else there too, just behind her eyes- mischief. But then, with Mo, when was there not?

[Sinsae Niniane]

Sin watched the room as she moved through it. She still had the shaky walk of a newborn foal, but it was getting better. Leg were way more fun than fins. She sat next to Asmodai without looking at her, her interest was on the world around her. She had seen beauty in the form of multicolored coral on the great reef. Although coral didn't have curves for days and a sexy twitch to it's hips, she new that Asmodai would claim her time soon. She finally met Mo's eyes with her own deeply chocolate ones.

"I'm Sinsae. I came from the ocean. Over sand and decay." She gave a simple smile, tilting her head to the side as her hair moved and made it's own soft music. The words felt to strange to say with her lips and not her mind. Sin pushed forward with her mind to Asmodai....and got nothing. Did this mean that Sin couldn't use her wordless speech while in this form?

Sinsae wasn't quite sure how it all worked, but she had the urge to scratch a fin she sure didn't have anymore.

I wonder if there's a time limit?

[Asmodai]

Asmodai hummed under her breath lightly “Sinsae, hmm?” she almost seemed like she was tasting it, the name as much a purr as words. It made her smile just a little more. Asmodai extended her hand and gently rand her fingers through some of Sinsae’s hair. Between two fingers she rolled one of the beads. Then she combed her fingers through the bottom a little, only ever so slightly letting the tip of her fingers trail along the skin on the small of Sinsae’s back. She does this attentively at first and then almost absentmindedly as she returns her focus to the conversation once more. Her inky black eyes look into Sinsae’s. They are as endlessly captivating as they are impossibly dark.

“New Vegas is not quite the ocean, is it?” her voice is gentle, comforting with its subtle breathiness and tone of compassion. Yet she also sounded a bit dreamy, and the beautifully rhythmic nature of her Hispanic accent could easily make anyone long for travel to distant places long forgotten but forever in the heart. “Tell me, how do you like it so far Sinsae?” She moved just closer and brushed a strand of hair from Sin’s face. The back of her finger caresses her cheek as she does this, her caramel coloured skin warm, soft, and sweetly scented. “Does it please you?” she asked the softly. She meant New Vegas, but if the girl did misunderstand Mo was hardly worried. After all, this was all just warm up.

Asmodai knew that if the girl was half as lost as she’d looked that her current tactic of being pleasant and sweet would be eagerly accepted. But alas, Mo isn’t Sin’s rescue party. Still, for now Sin is as safe as she could be given her location and situation. Mo had yet to make a determination of what she would like to do with the mysterious girl. It was a common misconception that because Asmodai was the Lady of Lust that she was easy. That was utterly ridiculous. Nobody got into Mo’s pants that she didn’t let there and the entry fee was generally set somewhere around your immortal soul.

Lust wasn’t simply about sex. It was a hunger. Hunger for knowledge, for power, and pleasure. The trick to being a successful broker of such things was easy. Mo simply made sure that her ‘clients’ were dying of starvation before she gave them exactly what they asked for. If, at that point, they could not handle the merchandise that was their own fault. All sales were final.

[Sinsae Niniane]

Sin gave an innocent little shiver as Asmodai caressed her gently by her hair. She gave a shy smile. "So, what is your name?"

She looked up to the myriad of texture upon the ceiling, marveled at the intricate design of the sculptures around here. This place was like a castle! A very....dark castle. Oh, why did I come here of all places?! She just wanted to run away, as fast as she could and suddenly, she had legs! It must have been something in the water, Sin thought. She gave a few nervous blinks and watched Asmodai with hooded eyes.

The phantom itch in her fins continued. She curled and uncurled her toes, wanting to sprint again so soon after sitting down. Her naked bottom shifted, quite liking the feeling of being so free. Sinsae gave a simple smile, watching Asmodai carefully. "Are you like me?"

She looked so young, so impressionable. Her arms were slender and pulled around her body. Sin couldn't help her curious mermaid creature and her eyes kept wandering around the room in wonder.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai chuckled lightly to herself. This was going to be fun. The amount of innocence in this creature was fascinating to her and it inspired all manner of dark thoughts within the demon princess. Still, to properly proceed she’d need more information. “My name is Asmodai.” The name spills from her lips like a well placed purr. Her Hispanic accent and velvety voice make it linger on the ears like a caress.

She leaned back, lounging on the pillows and letting her long, legs spread out a bit across the seat. The men’s suit jacket did little to cover her and it is only through her careful motions that she manages to keep from being completely indecent. The thigh high boots are slick and the dim light glistens in a way that seems to highlight the shape of her never ending legs. “And as to your second question, that very much depends on what you are like, now doesn’t it?”

She smiled with all the contentment of a cheshire cat and twirled some of her thick chestnut hair between her fingers. She’s coaxing the conversation gently, purposely saying less so that Sin will say more. Still, she needed bait for that hook. “Primarily, however, I help others find that which they want most.” Asmodai was a master of subtly and negotiation. She understood how women communicate- what body language and subtle twists of phrases make her seem more welcoming, less threatening. There were ways of saying things that subconsciously connected with intimacy and friendship- sometimes as simple as saying ‘we’ as opposed to ‘you’. Whether or not Sin realized that such tactics were being used on her was a separate matter.

“That said, I find it not at all surprising that you happened onto my little business here.” she chuckles lightly, using her hand to fling her hair back over her shoulder. “Lost souls have a way of finding their way to where they need to be.” Asmodai sits up again, leaning in closer so that the endless black pools of her eyes are more easily seen, around them the shadows seem as though they are ready to breach the banks.

[Sinsae Niniane]

Sin smiled, "I sure am lost!" She gave a little giggle, blushing behind her deepened cheeks. She had her hands resting on the couch beside her, toes reaching down to caress the floor as if she still can't believe she even has toes.

AND HOW HER PHANTOM FINS ITCHED!

She reached down to scratch one knee as she thought. "I think I'm a mermaid." She said plainly, looking to the floor for help on what to say. "That's what the pale-eyes said I was. I just always thought I was a fish. I different fish, but close. Maybe more like a squid!" She smiled, eyes alight with humor. Her hands quickly came up to craft a makeshift beard of fingers under her chin and she wiggled her digits quickly with laughter.

"Are you a mermaid too?!" She quickly shifted her weight so that she was kneeling on the couch just close enough to touch. Her skin seemed to shimmer in the low like as if she was covered in water, though she was dry. Her hair made a slightly musical tone again and Sin reached out to pet Asmodai's jacket lapel. "What is that? Why do you wear it?" She was confused to why Asmodai was wearing anything at all. Mermaids didn't wear clothes. She didn't know what those thing were and why everyone seemed to enjoy wrapping their limbs in it.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai watched the girl with genuine wonder and glee. A mermaid? Seriously?! HA! Now that really was something. Of course, that did complicate the matter a bit; but Mo had every confidence in her ability to handle it. It was no wonder the girl was so pure. It was easy to see that this was a very early shore leave for her… perhaps even the first judging by her wobbly walk and nudity. It was a rare treat to have a soul so unblemished and so naïve walk right into her web. Especially of Sin’s caliber. Though Sinsae didn’t know it, that information had probably saved her life tonight.

She giggled girlishly at Sin’s squid face, unable to contain her amusement. “I am not a mermaid. But nor am I like the others you saw tonight, I am sure.” Mo winked at her playfully but didn’t expand on her answer just yet. Instead she moved to the second part of Sinsae’s inquiry. She adjusted the jacket a bit. “I wear it because I want to.” The phrasing is simple but key. She wanted to, so she did. There didn’t have to be any other reason behind it. “And when I’m tired of it I’ll take it off. For now though it pleases me.” Mo’s casual and carefree attitude combined with her raw, sexy confidence would surely put ideas into the mermaid’s head. After all if Mo could do as she pleases couldn’t Sin?

Mo’s lips slid into smile and she arched a brow over one of her inky eyes, her voice spilling forth like a purr. “Would you like to try it on?”

[Sinsae Niniane]

Sinsae nodded quickly. She pulled her arms up about her middle, filled with energy. "What is it's name? What do I call it?" She was so excited that she bounced happily in her spot, vibrating with excitement. Of course, this bouncing did wonderful things to her athletic swimmer's body and the mass of her curling hair.

Sin reached out again and lovingly rubbed the fabric. "It feels nice on my hands. I have never felt things like this until coming here." Sin absently scratched her knee again, a frustrated look on her face for only the briefest of seconds before taking a piece of the jacket in her hands. "Do they come in sparkle?"

Of course 'sparkle' wasn't a color. Sinsae saw the jacket as another collectable to save and keep. Something different. I'm sure in another life she'd find 'human' treasure from sunken ships and store them away in a hidden, underwater cave with the life-size statue of a prince. Instead, she was sitting next to a half naked demon and petting her coat. Strange.

But Sin didn't find this strange. She did find that having legs was very strange, fighting with a centaur was strange. Sitting next to a kind woman who was willing to let Sin wear a pretty thing wasn't strange. In Sin's eyes, they were as good as friends. Little did Sinsae know about demons, vampires and the way of the world.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai chuckled lightly at Sinsae’s excitement, a plan coming to mind instantly. The idea of having a bit of sport gave Mo that warm tingly feeling inside. Not happiness per say, but impish glee that made her little black heart feel aflutter. She slowly unbuttoned the jacket and slipped out of it, letting it fall away from her skin gradually and almost hypnotically. Mo’s compact little body had all the slick curves of a deadly mountain highway. Underneath the jacket she had been wearing only her leopard print bra and a matching thong. The smooth, sweeping lines of her body are the perfect hourglass in living flesh.

“This is a suit jacket.” She informed Sinsae. “Here, turn around, I’ll help you put it on.” Mo held the jacket up for Sin so that she could put her arms into it. With a few feathery touches once more she moved the mermaid’s hair for her as well. She circled around the girl a bit, fussing with the jacket to make sure it was sitting on her in a way that she liked. She hmmed a bit. “It does look lovely but you’re right. I think you need something in sparkle.”

She grinned knowing full well that she had just said a magic word for this creature. Her eyes had lit up at the thought of something sparkly before, and now Mo was dangling that for her to bite at. While there was a certain charm to keeping the girl naked, there was also a good deal of sport to be had at the expense of her naivety. The trick of this game was, however, that Mo had no intensions of making Sinsae uncomfortable. Instead she would string this girl along with sweetness and make other people sweat for sake of it.

[Sinsae Niniane]

“Sparkle?” Sinsae grinned, her eyes shimmering with possibilities. Her hands ran over the fine material of the suit jacket, letting all the little threads run under the pads of her fingertips. Sin still didn’t understand why people wore suit jackets, but it -was- pretty. The hem of the jacket skimmed her round bottom, it’s sleeves were just a bit too long. Sin didn’t care. She didn’t know how things were to be perfectly fit. To Sinsae, this suit jacket was a princess gown and she had been transported to a world of wonder.

Sin stood, looking down at herself and spinning in a circle, as if trying to see the whole thing. She spotted her own feet and quickly caught Asmodai’s gaze. “ ‘Modai, can I see?” Her brows lifted in question as Sin looked down to her toes and back up to Asmodai. “Can I see what it looks like?” She repeated, brows now furrowing. This whole talking thing was a bit hard, Sin thought. It was much different just to think or imagine something. It was even more different when she spoke with dolphins. Those mammals were a rude, snarky bunch. Whales were nice, but a bit pushy.

“Do you have sparkle I could see? I’ll show you mine!” She grinned, quite happy with all the beads, glass and strange bits of calcified metals all woven into her hair. She gave her head a quick shake and reached out to take one of Asmodai’s hand in hers. Her face was like a tiny kitten, eyes large and bottom lip quivering just so. Sinsae had never run into a demon. She didn’t know if her face would even work on her, but she knew that the few times she had used it on the others from the colony back home, she had gotten her way for just a bit.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai licked her lips with a smug sense of self satisfaction. “You can absolutely see what it looks like.” Her voice purred again, and Mo’s took Sinsae by the hand. With a wiggle to her step, heightened from the display of her luscious bottom, Mo lead Sin to the side wall and pulled aside a piece of draped, sheer fabric. Behind it was a large mirror with an antique gold frame that though rather distressed from years of neglect, had a certain antique charm. Asmodai guided Sin in front of it and then fussed with her hair a bit again. Her fingers had a way of lingering, as though the slow caresses were treasures to her. Mo’s attentions made many girls feel like princesses.

“Anything that you see in this place, if it pleases you to wear it, you may. All the people that you saw on your way in? If anyone has anything I can get for you, name it. I can get it for you.” She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind Sin’s ear and leaned close so that her lips were close to her ear. “Or we could get it together. Like treasure hunting for the perfect fashion.” In a closet of living dolls. Asmodai didn’t want to come on too strongly, however she did want to have her fun. She hoped that Sin would be as adventurous a playmate as she was excitable by new and fabulous things. If so, then Mo could see much potential in her. Much indeed….

[Sinsae Niniane]

Sin simply stared at the mirror. She had seen her own reflection before, but never with such clarity. She had seen her own face always like a fun house mirror, in the rippling waters of the ocean, in the shiny silver flower, the sheen from a pearl but never in such a way to make her speechless. Sin stood only inches from the mirror, had to her warm chocolate colored face. She had never seen this side of herself. Her eyes were wide, struck by whatever magic consumed with wall. Sinsae watched Asmodai’s gentle hands comb through her hair, playing with each bit of treasure. Her heart was struck. This woman was willing to give her all the sparkles she desired?

Sin turned to look at Asmodai with her large eyes, innocent and kind. “Are you an angel?” Sometimes, Sin had the emotional maturity of a young girl. She had been stunted by her tight knit colony who never let her do things for herself except when Sin would run away and hide in the skeletons of dead ships.

Sin waited for her reply, toes twisting together, giving her an adorable pigeon toed effect of shyness. She looked as Asmodai with as much of a critical eye as one so simple and naive could. This woman was beautiful, mature, dark looks and curved figure. She could see why this woman had many treasures within her home, and Sin assumed they were given to her by hopeful suitors. She had watched penguins search for the perfect rocks one day, the air had been cold and the sky was a pale blue. She watched penguin after penguin go to the same female, all presenting her with a rock. She would carelessly throw them to the side until one caught her attention. Perhaps Asmodai had suitors bringing her pebbles?