Soul Hall glows with warm steam and amber light, all polished rails and rippling poolwater. Rosmira and Cleara step in together, black and white silk catching every glance from the incubus staff.
At the pool edge, Rogue waits as if he has been there all night. He is immaculate, composed, and very aware of being watched.
Rogue
You two made the right entrance. I was told to expect someone discreet, and you both look expensive enough to be taken seriously.
Madam Cleara
That is the idea. We are here about a companion, and I prefer directness over games.
Rogue
Good. Directness saves time. Tell me what kind of match you want, and what kind of disaster you absolutely refuse.
A server passes with bottled resonance and a tray of bright drinks, then quietly keeps moving. Rogue gestures to a pair of seats near the water, inviting them into the conversation.
The room is listening, but Rogue seems calm enough to be trusted for now.
“ros leans over to CLeara and whispers to her sis he is hot i think he is checking you out.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +0)
Rosmira leans closer to Cleara, keeping her voice low over the steam and music. Her whisper lands with a sly, easy confidence.
Rosmira
He is hot. He is definitely looking at you.
Madam Cleara
Rosmira.
Cleara’s composure holds, but her eyes flick to Rogue, then back, just long enough to betray surprise beneath the polish.
Rogue
That was not subtle. And, for the record, I am looking at both of you.
He slides one chair out with a smooth hand and tips his head toward Cleara, amusement sharpening into interest.
Rogue
But if you mean the Queen’s recommendation, I think she may have sent me for the wrong sister.
“Couch couch um yea. Sis is looking for a man i kinda have all my books filled thanks. YO sis ros leans in closer i think you should give him a try. Just dont drain him dry.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled -2)
Rosmira eases back from Cleara and lets the words land. The steam curls between them while Rogue watches, visibly entertained.
Rosmira
Sis is looking for a man, and I think you should give him a try. Just do not drain him dry.
Madam Cleara
Rosmira, you have an astonishing way of making this sound like a challenge.
Rogue
A challenge I accept. For the record, I do prefer an introduction with honesty.
Cleara’s chin lifts a fraction. She does not smile, but her attention settles on Rogue instead of the room.
Madam Cleara
Then tell me plainly what you are looking for, before Rosmira talks me into trouble.
Rogue
Someone steady. Someone curious. And someone who can keep up with a woman who does not apologize for her standards.
“Yo sis if you dont take him now ill be using him in 10mins. Waiter can you get me a bottle of wine no glasses”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +1)
Rosmira
If you do not take him now, sis, I will be using him in ten minutes. Waiter, bring me a bottle of wine, no glasses.
The line lands cleanly, and the pool bar goes still for a beat before the closest server nods and turns away at once.
Madam Cleara
Rosmira is unbearable, and somehow exactly right.
Rogue
Ten minutes is a very persuasive deadline. I should probably beat it.
Madam Cleara
You are incorrigible.
Rogue
And you are not leaving this to chance, which I respect.
Madam Cleara
Then keep talking. If you are serious, I want the truth in your own words.
“Look you two ill leave yall alone for a bit i got wine and time. Plus i can make a phone call”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled +1)
Rosmira
Look, I will leave you two alone for a bit. I have wine, and I have time. I can make a phone call too.
Rosmira eases back from the pool edge and lifts the bottle when the server returns, claiming it with a lazy little smile. The offer lands as permission, not retreat.
Madam Cleara
Finally, a sensible decision.
Rogue
I appreciate the mercy. I will try not to disappoint your sister while you are gone.
Cleara angles toward Rogue, attention narrowing to him at last, while Rosmira steps aside and turns her shoulder toward the quieter end of the bar.
The phone is in Rosmira's hand before the first sip, its screen bright against the amber steam. Behind her, Rogue lowers his voice and Cleara listens without looking away.
Rogue
Your queen sent me because I can read a room, but I did not expect her sister to be the room.
“I slowly walk outside and call jews to see how everything is on her end. THe leon and nayla should be out of the room but something tells me they are still going.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled -1)
Rosmira slips away from the bar, quiet sandals on stone, and heads outside with her phone already lit in her hand.
Rosmira
Jews should know how the room is holding.
Steam and amber light fade behind her as she reaches the corridor edge and dials. The call connects at once.
Jews
Rosmira, tell me you are calling with good news.
Rosmira listens, eyes lifting toward the entrance while the bar murmurs softly behind her. The phone crackles with a nearby laugh and a low voice she recognizes.
Jews
They are still together, yes, but they are talking. No fight, no scene. Just... a very intense conversation.
The answer settles the air around Rosmira, easing the tightness in the evening. Inside, Cleara and Rogue remain in their private exchange, and the match is still alive.
“Wait so they did all that for 24 hours and they are talking?! Jews please tell me the room at least is heavy scent of love making its a succubus's favorite smell.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled -1)
Rosmira
So they really spent all that time together and they are just talking? At least tell me the room smells like love making.
Jews
A little. Warm, tangled, and very private. Not enough for me to call it scandalous, but enough to make the air feel thick.
Jews
Cleara is still holding her ground, and Rogue is paying attention. That matters more than perfume.
Rosmira
The booth must be carrying their scent even from here.
Jews
I would say the room is charged with affection, yes. Not chaos. Just two people deciding whether to be honest.
Jews
And for the record, Rosmira, your timing is terrible and charming as ever.
“Jews unless your in the middle of leon and nayla i cant say my timing is to bad. Besides cleara is here flirting with a hot guy. If i didnt have leon i would hop on him myself.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled -3)
Rosmira
Jews, if you are in the middle of Leon and Nayla, I cannot say my timing is too bad. Besides, Cleara is here flirting with a hot guy. If I did not have Leon, I would hop on him myself.
Jews
That is a dangerous sentence to say out loud, Rosmira.
Jews
And yes, your timing is terrible, but I admire the confidence.
Jews laughs under her breath, then softens, her attention still anchored on the room beyond the call.
Jews
Cleara looks steadier now. Rogue is not just flirting, he is choosing his words carefully.
Rosmira
The corridor smells like steam and expensive soap.
On the far side of the wall, the booth stays quiet enough to feel private, while the bar keeps its warm, polished hush.
“Um jews ill call you back i have a strange feeling and im not happy about it.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +0)
Rosmira
Jews, I call you back later. Something feels wrong, and I am not liking it.
Jews
Then go. I will keep watch here.
The call cuts cleanly. Rosmira lowers the phone and the warmth of the bar feels thinner all at once.
The corridor ahead is quiet, but the silence has a shape.
She turns toward the booth entrance, where steam curls around the polished stone and the private room sits sealed in its hush.
Rogue
Your timing is just enough to be interesting, Rosmira. Something has changed inside.
“I smell black magic and alot of it. Where is CLeara now Rogue?! I was gone not even 5 mins.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Perception, rolled +1)
Rosmira inhales once, sharp and certain, and the black magic stands out from the steam like ink in clear water. She spots its trail immediately, leading past the booth threshold and into the back passage.
Rosmira
Where is Cleara now, Rogue? I was gone not even five minutes.
Rogue’s posture shifts. He turns from the booth and points toward the service corridor, where the floor glistens darkly under the amber lights.
Rogue
Cleara is not in the booth anymore. She followed that reeking thread toward the rear rooms.
Rosmira catches the source of the spell on the air, a stubborn stain of black smoke and perfume tangled together near the doorway, fresh enough to have passed only moments ago.
Rogue
And before you ask, that contact is not the Queen’s expected match. Someone else arrived wearing the invitation.
Below, the booth layout becomes clear from above, Rosmira at the corridor mouth, Rogue angled toward the back passage, while the sealed dining space sits half-hidden in drifting steam.
✓ Quest Accepted
Expose who wore the Queen’s invitation
“With worry and fear Ros takes her true form and follows the trail. On the way Ros uses magic to contact the queen of Clearas disappearnce. The queen suddenly went silent and with that the world of Dimmerra felt its queen power and rage for the first time since its creation.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled -1)
Rosmira lets the aura dampener fall away, and her true shape blooms through the steam. Wings unfurl in a dark sweep, her tail curves behind her, and she slips into the service passage after the black trail.
Rosmira
Cleara is moving. The stain is fresh.
She threads one clawed hand through the air and reaches for the Queen’s presence, a silent call carried on old Dimmerran instinct.
Queen Voloria
...
The reply never comes. The silence hits like a slammed door, and far away, Dimmerra seems to hold its breath.
A pulse of raw queenly force rolls through the realm, not a message, but rage made visible. Even here, the air trembles with it.
Rosmira turns back to the trail and follows it deeper, her focus pinned to the black perfume ahead and the sudden absence behind.