Author's Note: We're nearly back to it! Bubbles will be back to light-hearted antics, next time.
The catgirl song, "The Sands Beyond", comes from back in Ch. 9, if you want a refresher.
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Sana took the lead as they entered into the palace halls, being the only one of the three of them that was actually part of the adult industry.
The rushing servants barely spared the three of them a glance as a guard led them down the service corridors. Bubbles clutched Ninaein's hand tightly, putting on her best performing face, smiling and trying to appear confident.
Her bolt upright tail, with all the fur standing on end, might have undercut that a bit.
It also didn't help that she was still wearing exactly nothing under her cloak. Ninaein and Sana had stripped down similarly, to help sell the impression that they were just sex workers, and totally not insane enough to try and seize control of a whole city.
Three cats, a rat, a dragon and a succubus.
Trying to take over an entire city without a rebellion or any kind of backing forces except maybe a bunny that Bubbles wasn't entirely sure was going to mesh with her chaotic troupe who thought about rules and laws as often as they considered the meaning of life.
That the buneko could go toe-to-toe with her salamander was not exactly comforting, either. If Avician decided that Bubbles was more trouble than she was worth, or some kind of evil slut or something, then the catgirl was pretty sure she was going to end up getting severely dead.
The goddess wasn't exactly reliable on the not-getting-hurt, front. Bubbles had the feeling that Luna wouldn't care, even if she died. The Silver Neko would probably even be happy about it. She could claim Bubbles' soul and fuck her whenever she felt like.
Being a divine's plaything sucked.
The goddess might be able to make everyone else seem downright boring, but it was really beginning to not feel worth it. She really, really, didn't want to have to care about other people. All she wanted out of life was to be able to kiss her wives, her Edric, and to be able to eat fish.
Diplomacy, politics, economics and war were not the kind of shit she wanted in her life. She already felt guilty about being responsible for Inny-Inny, and he was a singular soul. Feeling it for an entire plague ravaged city? Royalty sounded like a curse.
She had no problems comprehending how Erientyara had given up her bloodline to be with Sharhalla. Being a doctor's wife instead of a queen sounded positively dream like.
"Stop being depressed." Ninaein snarled under her breath, "Whores always smile. They're looking forward to the fun with their clients. Especially when they aren't."
"Oh, a little resentment works, too." Sana spoke audibly, "Everyone likes a bit of back and forth. Men adore that kind of flirting. Bratting tends to go over well, for those with titles."
Ninaein's aura instantly became one of revolted disgust. Bubbles was glad that she was the only one who could feel her wife's true emotions. She was also curious how the Coiner had managed to train her tail to keep looking happy and playful, when the woman wanted to hurl.
"Do not antagonise the king." The guard in front of them said with an angry tone, before dropping his voice, "Personally... I like brats. But he has a habit of... Killing those who annoy him."
Sana sighed and flicked her tail back and forth, "The king would never ask for us, just because we're cute, sir. She might not be a Temple Companion, but she knows how to make all the dreams come true."
"Does everyone dream of pie? Freshly baked?" Ninaein couldn't help herself, sarcastically poking at the catgirl.
Her sistren smirked and grinned at the thief, "Of course! There's nothing better than to fill the oven with a nice wholemeal dough. Though, she's never been into multigrain. Thankfully, she doubts his majesty will want."
The Coiner swallowed painfully.
Bubbles eyes jerked to her wife, "F-furball?"
"Nope." Ninaein shook her head, squeezing her hand reassuringly. The thief telling her that she wasn't sick, anymore. However, Bubbles was still nervous. She had no idea if the healing spells of a warrior were any good, even if they were a paladin. If any trace remained inside Nina's head...
She blinked back tears and tried to pretend to be happy. She needed to look happy for the jerk who was such a horny git that nobody even questioned three nekos turning up out of nowhere to fuck him.
Three little catgirls, playing in a palace.
"First comes cycle, then comes bracelet." Bubbles lightly sang under her breath, feeling herself relax a little.
"Better be out the window." Ninaein looked at her strangely, not understanding.
"Whores don't get bracelets." Bubbles rolled her yellow eyes. "Not from the titled ones."
"Titled, are the worst." Sana disagreed, "They always fucking propose. Like you want everyday to get their dick, and no gold for it, either. Just smile sweetly, and say you're not allowed, when he says it."
The guard stumbled half a step, and Bubbles smelled a hint of guilt on the man.
The Coiner smiled softly, "Oh, she doesn't know about that. Smiling all the time can mean they keep asking. Ninaein could get what she wanted, when she wanted. But no one asks to keep her around, forever. Not unless they're crazy."
Bubbles trod on the woman's toes, and smiled sweetly as she did it.
Ninaein gave a half-laugh and squeezed her hand.
A thought occurred to the blonde, "Nina guilted her into the Rock Den thing. Tail down. Ears flat... Bubbles thought no one able to fake that crap. But Nina can, can't she?"
"So can Sana." The whore said, and smiled sweetly back at both of them, "And now is not time for domestic. We're working, remember?"
"Teach Bubbles, one day." She glared at her sistren, "She got some vengeance that she owes Nina. She also still owes her for the kitsune thing."
Ninaein grinned at her, "The temple was so much fun. But Bubbles also still owes Nina a song, too."
"Bubbles lost Jackie's earrings." The neko mumbled glumly, "Had to leave those behind. Does Nina remember those? She wore them to Rock Den. Bubbles called them lucky."
