Ironsides Family/Bowie/Debauchery
The Debauchery of Port Raviel
The First Evening
Black Bowie entered Port Raviel in a wretchedly drunken state. He left his squire Goofon in Paisly to await news from the Grand Duke.
That night, he entered into a secluded, secret brothel off one of the main ways of the city. Here, he encounters a group of low born women, who work the skin-house.
“Hello ladies, are you ready for the most profitable night of your careers? Do you know that I am the living dead? Does that mean I cannot indulge while I live, and still inhabit the body of a corpse? Hahh? Whoever said that dead men can’t dance? Let’s prove them wrong tonight!”
The women swooned to the sound of gold and they set up a table for drinks and socializing. The night hits off with many rounds of liquor. The Procuress happily serves them.
While they indulge, one of the women says,
“Master, may we ask who you are? It is not every evening we receive such a wealthy patron. Your clothes alone are divine.”
Bowie replies,
“Divine? What is your name dove?”
“Ohh, I am called Nadia the Head-turner.”
“And yours peach?”
She replies with a seductive smile, “My name is Delana, Sir.”
“And you? Yes you, speak your name.”
“I am Melani, a specialist. Are you in need?”
“I am! I am very much in need Melani. Do you ladies wish to know who you are entertaining? Perhaps it is best you do not. For this evening, you may call me Amilcare.”
“Are you a nobleman Amilcare?” Melani asks.
“I am.”
The women give a cheer. Then Nadia grabs a lyre and plays while Melani dances. The night furthers.
Bowie, in an advanced stage of inebriation, says,
“Do you know who my father was? I bet you don’t! Let me tell you. He was; this is my father I am describing now, so pay attention. My father was a noble man from the East Continent. He was well travelled all around the lands, visited all of the cities and was popular in every social clique from Itorunt to Sirion. Each town he would visit, and each rural village, even each remote farm house or inn, he would make with a woman and spread his seed. We of the Ironsides family are unsure of to what quantity he produced bastards, and it is very difficult for us to determine who is and who is not a spawn of Jagur. I am one of those bastards. As a young man, in my naïve youth, I could not understand how a man co-“
Delana, who was sitting beside him, interrupted,
“Highborn Amilcare, what does quantity mean?”
“Ahh, never mind, the word would be of no use to you.”
Melani, while she shook and moved her hips, answered,
“It means ‘how many,’ Delana.”
“That is correct hip shaker, Melani was it?”
“It was.”
“The specialist?”
“Yes, Sir, that is my profession.”
“Excellent.”
Melani winks.
“Go on nobleman, go on!” Delana insists.
“Right, so myself, my brothers and my sisters in Dulbin are what we call the Proven Inheritors. Those are who the family know for sure are children of Jagur, proven by having our births witnessed by my uncle and father together, who gave confirmation. Other than us, the rest we consider Speculative Inheritors.”
“What will you inherit?” Delana asked.
“So that’s a word you can understand, eh? Well, we inherit the legacy of my father of course, in all its spanned glory. Now I stand in these shoots and think to myself, “damn it man, my father had it right all along!” Bowie bursts out laughing hysterically. The women join in. Bowie kicked a chair over he laughs so hard. Then he snaps his fingers and says,
“Melani! Specialize me.”
She perks up, takes his hand and leads him to the private room…The others frown.
