Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

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Cressida pushes a tissue into the hand of the blindfolded girl, and then returns back to the couch to sit down.

"Danke" the girl thanks them raspily, wiping mascara tears from her cheeks, before noisily blowing her nose.

"De nada" Cressida responds in their soft soothing voice, readying another tissue, just in case.

The girl painfully readjusts herself in her armchair, her breathing hitches a little.

"I have some questions for you, if you don't mind, Miss...?" Cressida's voice trails off.

"Heidi" she answers.

"Heidi" Cressida acknowledges, picking up a clipboard from an end table to write it down. "That's a lovely name. Makes me think of Austria... or Alemania Germany".

"I am from Germany" she replies.

"Oh, sí? What part?" Cressida asks genially.

"Vhy are you pretending like ve are friends?" Heidi asks bluntly.

Cressida sighs from their toes. Germans.

"I need to know what town you are from, so that I can verify your Hurenpass. So, por favor, where are you from? What is your last name? What brothel are you working out of? What was the date of your last Annual Health Check?" Cressida rattles off in a more business-like manner.

"I gave all this information ven I vas hired" Heidi protests, her German accent getting thicker.

"Obviously, I am not the one who hired you" Cressida retorts.

"No. You are ze one who beat me. I vas not told my injuries vould be zis severe!" Heidi complains.

"Noooo, señorita. Yo no soy!" Cressida's usually soft voice has some bass creep into it, and they stop speaking abruptly, to clear their throat.

"Look, I just want my money, and zen I vill get out of here" Heidi says, sniffling.

"He didn't PAY YOU?" Cressida exclaims, appalled, their voice escalating several octaves.

"He said he vould not pay until after" she replies.

"Honey, always get paid up front. You're a pro, you should know this" Cressida scolds her.

"He paid for my ticket here. He said on the phone that he vould pay ven I got here, but zen ven I arrived at ze hotel, he changed it. He said he vould not pay until it vas done. I vas already here. I did not vant to go home empty-handed" Heidi explains.

"¡Guauuu!" Cressida's mouth remains open in an 'o' shape.

"Who... who are you zen? If you are not my employer, vhy are you bozering me?" Heidi demands to know, "and vhy am I still blindfolded?"

"MY employer is... uhhh... shy. Also, NOT the man who beat you" Cressida is careful to specify. "He wishes to procure your services in the future, as you are EXACTLY  his type, but he has a very stringent vetting process. Consider this a preliminary interview. If you make it through, you will never need to take another client. I'll pay you for your time, plus whatever Lars owes you, as a gesture of good will. Now be a good girl, Señorita Heidi, and answer the questions" Cressida coaxes her.

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The Overlord sits forward in his leather chair, resting his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers, and then pans his gaze around at the seven cloaked and hooded figures seated with him.

All of these men are much older than he in appearance. They have no way of knowing that he has traveled the stars for countless Aeons, and lived many lifetimes on this planet before this. All they know is that he is unnervingly mature for one so young, and remarkably insightful in matters of politics, and business dealings. He has earned their trust... up to a certain point.