Angel Tongue

sex

sorry for the late update!

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Pax and Sierra, Isaac decided to hypothesize, were not turning out to be terrible people. Save for the fact that they called his home city a breeding ground for hedonistic pleasure seekers, that is.

As they passed through the multitude of corridors, they encountered several people going about their work who the two introduced him to. First, there was a man named Cosimo, who was hurrying away from something as if he had seen a ghost. They had only needed to reach the closest turn to find out why. Just by the corner, there was a man not much older than then pressing a woman into the wood paneling (they stopped briefly to introduce themselves as Thiago and Gracia). Isaac had quietly asked Pax if their brand of hedonism was about as righteous as the Ignazians', to which all he got for a reply was a grunt and a red face. Then there was a middle aged woman Sierra called Giovanna who looked at Isaac as though he was a piece of dust stuck on the tip of her nose. On the way to the kitchen, he repeated the names in his head, making sure that he remembered them, and not suddenly mix them up the next time he saw them. He wasn't so sure though, because by the time that they reached the first landing, the names had begun swimming about in his head until they were nothing more than a stew of different letters.

Cosimo. Thiago. Gracia. Giovanna. Covanna. Thiabauchery.

The Sanctuary, as Pax and Sierra called the place, was colossal. It was not a secret that he was born with the silver privilege only afforded to those with affluent parents, and thus had experience with living in a large mansion, but this place was building itself up to be something else entirely. The ceiling on the first floor was about as high as any ceiling he had ever seen, and the corridors winded and twisted to such a great extent that one could possibly get lost simply trying to find the way out.

Soon, they found themselves at a set of doors at the end of a hallway not much different from the others.

"Are you certain this is the place?" Isaac let out, taking a glance at the rest of the corridor which featured a row of similar looking doorways.

"We live here, you're the guest," Sierra responded as she opened the doors. Almost immediately, the heavenly smell of something over the fire wafted into Isaac's nostrils, making him swoon as he realized how hungry he actually was. Quite unsubtly, a grumbling sound emerged from his abdomen. He was almost disappointed by the fact that this was still breakfast, and all that he would be having is a meal of bread and wine, but he did not care. He was too famished to think any way.

Pax and Sierra led him as they took two steps down into the brick walled kitchen, where they were alone. Once they were inside, Isaac smelled the aroma of past meals on the walls, captured in the creases between the bricks that surrounded them. Usually, this made his stomach lurch, but strangely-perhaps it was his hunger numbing everything else-it did not bother him that much today.

They seated themselves on wooden chairs at a round table beside the counters used for the preparation of food. On the table were two bowls covered with beige cloth. When they removed the cover, he noted with surprise that along with the usual bread basket filled with different types of baked flour products, there was a bowl containing roast meat.

"What is with the meat?" he asked as he was handed a wooden plate and a silver two-pronged fork. "It is breakfast still."

"Just eat. We've finished," Sierra responded at the same time that Pax said "Divide the bread and put the meat in between."

Looking suspiciously between the two of them, Isaac put his thumbs in the center of a bread bun he took from the basket, using them to pry it open before taking the fork and skewering the meat (he almost cried in delight at the sight of the juices that came out). Sierra, by now, was miming putting the meat in the center of the bun, which Isaac did, but not without keeping his narrowed eyes on her as he did so. He put it in his mouth, after which it was a long moment before anyone spoke again.