Thelema

Thelema's mansion was only a few minutes' walk away. Thelema had barely finished her third afternoon tea when Tsavorae broke into the lounge. Thelema: "Well well, if it isn't Tsavorae. You can go through the front gate - I gave you permission to the feast." Thelema was lounging on her couch. The luxurious room was adorned with red tapestry and symbols made out of pure gold. A large door made out of glass was behind Thelema, the sunlight shining through it and onto her, making her pale skin even brighter. Tsavorae: "I'm here to investigate," she deadpanned. Thelema: "Oh? And I thought you came here for a friendly chat. You're always on a mission." Tsavorae: "I have some questions for you, Thelema." Thelema: "What's the hurry? Sit down and take a sip of tea. I'm on the verge of giving up on teaching you etiquette, but learning never hurts, right?" Tsavorae: Before Thelema could continue, Tsavorae swiftly dashed towards Thelema and pressed the barrel of the gun against her waist forcefully. "Imagine a bullet churning in your stomach before you scream." Tsavorae wasn't one to waste her time. To her, the ends justified the means, and violence happened to be her most persuasive tool. "You know I'm not into this whole 'etiquette' thing. Now that I've made myself clear, are you going to take this seriously?" Thelema: Despite Tsavorae's show of force that would make anyone piss themselves, Thelema was completely unaffected and her smile only grew wider. She was the Shu of Pleasure, after all. Intimidation wouldn't work on her. "No manners, no patience... You should consider yourself lucky that your power is still with you, otherwise... Never mind, what brought you here?" Tsavorae: Tsavorae scoffed, withdrawing her guns and tightening her necktie. "I found an invitation to your Frenzy Feast - right at the center of a shadow calamity outbreak." Thelema: "Your point is?" she asked, sipping on her tea nonchalantly. Tsavorae: "It was among other things left behind by someone. We have good reason to believe the owner has something to do with the shadow calamity, and he's one of your guests." Thelema: "Fufu..." She giggled, amused by Tsavorae's investigatory skills. But her smile faded and she pouted instead. "So you're worried I might be sheltering the culprit of this shadow calamity. But pray use your little brain... someone who's so barbaric as to ditch my invitation inside garbage has no place in my corridor." Tsavorae: "... You have a point, but you do know something about the guest, right? After all, you never invite a stranger to your feast." Thelema: "You're right about that, Tsavorae. My butler puts down every invitee's name." Tsavorae: "Would you kindly give us a copy of the list, then?" Thelema: "Why should I help you?" she asked, her smug expression returning. Thelema enjoyed teasing people, especially Tsavorae whose stoic exterior made her enjoy it even more. She reveled in the idea that Tsavorae, the Shu of Destruction, would owe her a favor." Tsavorae: "What's your price?" Thelema: "Haha, honestly, your straightforwardness has given me quite a few good laughs. But that's not enough, I want you to please me more, to give me pleasure unattainable in my usual days."