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Dev Shadows of Atrisia

Development on Factory, Codex, etc. roleplay.
The other massaging along her calves and feet with reverent care. The severed spine from the brutal war against Mythos had stolen her mobility years ago, but not her command, her grace, or the quiet strength radiating from her luminous violet eyes. Kioshi Yarugata turned her head as Junko approached, a serene smile lighting her features regal, warm, unbreakable. "Sister," she greeted, voice like wind through crystal chimes. "You've claimed your gift well, I trust? Come, sit with me. The feast prepares below, but first..." Junko knelt beside the dais, taking Kioshi Yarugata's extended hand in a gesture of deep affection and respect, her own vitality a counterpoint to the Sansin's poised resilience.

Kioshi Yarugata's violet eyes sparkled with quiet amusement as she gestured subtly with one pale hand. From the shadowed alcove behind the dais emerged her personal treasure a breathtaking war wife and concubine gifted to the Sansin as one of the choicest spoils from the Imperial forces that had assaulted Jar'kai. The woman, named Topaz by Kioshi Yarugata's decree, moved with languid grace to kneel at her mistress's side, her rich ebony skin gleaming under the terrace's golden light. Topaz was a vision of conquered opulence: long, straight black hair cascading like polished obsidian over her shoulders, framing a regal face with sharp cheekbones, full lips, and piercing dark eyes that held both lingering pride and devoted surrender.
 
Her voluptuous form was adorned only in exquisite golden jewelry heavy chains of turquoise-inlaid gold draping across her ample breasts, connected by delicate links that shimmered with every breath, a matching crown-like headpiece with dangling gems, ornate earrings, bracelets, and a jeweled navel piercing that drew the eye to the smooth curve of her toned abdomen. She wore nothing else, her body oiled and presented as living art, the faint outline of Kioshi Yarugata's palace crest tattooed in shimmering aurodium at the base of her spine visible when she shifted. One of her hands rested possessively yet tenderly on Kioshi Yarugata's thigh.

Fingers tracing idle patterns even as the therapy handmaidens continued their careful exercises below. Topaz leaned in to press a soft kiss to Kioshi Yarugata's shoulder, her voice a low, husky murmur with the faint trace of an Imperial accent softened by time. "My Sansin insisted I greet you properly, Princess. The forces I once commanded would have crumbled faster had they known such rewards awaited surrender." Kioshi Yarugata smiled, reaching to stroke Topaz's hair. "She was a high-ranking officer brilliant tactician, unyielding in battle. Now she lends that strength to me in... other ways. A fitting tribute for the legions Xam'Chi sent to defend Jar'kai at your side, sister. We share mercy and victory alike."
 
Junko's gaze lingered appreciatively on Topaz, recognizing the parallel to her own gift the same blend of former enemy turned companion. The inherent beauty of what might be coming to them.. of the potential feast that they were going to have was important. THey had the chance to go off at least. Junko knew the war wives were questionable by people, they would be able to work on things and make it a transition but the danger of it all was more in preception of many others who came out. Kioshi was looking at her as she was lifted up with Junko helping her to her hoverchair. The sansin smiling o herself and she had fought in the battle in her own way.

With Lau she had come to Jar'kai and done overwatch and logistical support. She was checking on many parts there. The princess was checking on many more parts of it as they moved through the hallways of the palace. Xam'chi was different from Jar'kai in many ways but there was a sense of beauty to it all when she moved around. The grand feasting hall was filled with people, war wives and husbands, dancers, singers and the aroma of food and spice. Junko took herr place on cushions as Kioshi was being taken to her own area she could be propt up by serving girls and attendants. Junko took some of the food and a cup of a drink with a wider grin appearing on her face before she was heading into place.
 

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