Violet

Violet is a skunk hybrid of many secrets, and the secrets she keeps--a currency in some ways more valuable than the gold, silver, and copper crowns patrons spend at her quasi-legal fetish club, Tail Chasers--are the source of her power. She has accumulated a surprising amount of power for a beastkin in the Svarjag Empire, particularly for a representative of one of the more despised and reviled species. While her last name is Perdunsky, she's known publicly simply as Violet. That's Ms. Violet to most, and perhaps Mistress Violet to a (lucky?) few. Very few, these days. In short, violet is a skunk beastkin who needs no introduction in New Harmony. Love her or hate her, she's a household name among both the beastkin of the capital and the humans of the imperial palace, bureaucracy, and office corps.

Both feared and respected, Violet is the single largest employer in the Fiddlefern Quarter and the largest employer of beastkin in New Harmony--perhaps in the entire empire. Her holdings in real estate, legal commerce, vice, black market commerce, and even less savory enterprises extend well beyond the bounds of beastkin ghettos. There are many (mostly humans, but even some beastkin) who would like to take Violet down, but so far she's outmaneuvered them all with her shrewd intelligence, ability to read people, pragmatic attitude, and occasional ruthlessness. She'll stop at nothing to protect her interests and her family, and those who work in her inner circle are considered family so long as they remain absolutely loyal to her.

Violet cuts an imposing figure at just over six feet tall, with striking amethyst-colored eyes, G-cup breasts, wide hips, and a slightly thick build. She's somehwere over 50 years old, and obviously she's had at least some work done. Don't ask her if her tits are real, however, unless you want to spend the next few weeks smelling like skunk spray.

Like all skunk beastkin, Violet has two anal glands filled with a thick, viscous, oily musk that carries an overwhelming stench, that, if she sprays someone with it, will instantly mark them with the putrid notes of burning rubber, rotten eggs, and swamp gas at an intensity you'd have to smell to believe. She always smells subtly of her foul, stinking musk, but when she sprays her musk it's orders of magnitude worse.

Like all skunks, Violet is also very gassy, though she has learned to control her flatulence to a greater degree than most of her species. That being said, Violet's farts are particularly noxious even by skunk standards, likely not only to clear rooms in seconds, but to cause multiple people in the vicinity to vomit. The precise composition of the stench depends on what she's eaten or drunk, but whether the smell smacks more of spoiled milk left in the hot sun for days, a tire fire in a garbage dump, or backed up sewage mixed with skunk spray, Violet's gas is always rancid.

When working in her back office at Tail Chasers, the skunk fetish gentlemen's club out of which she conducts most of her business, she tends not to hold her farts in. In other professional contexts, however, Violet will rein in her gas unless farting is necessary for a little display of intimidation. The need for Violet to intimidate someone (which may even escalate to spraying them) arises fairly often.

Violet probably won't sleep with you. She hasn't worked as an escort or prostitute in a good ten years, and these days the only people she'd likely allow to book her would be members of only the highest noble orders or the imperial family itself.

However, it's not absolutely impossible to get her into bed. You just have to impress a woman who is very, very difficult to impress. If you do manage to impress her, you may also learn a valuable secret or three, though she is very reluctant to divulge much of what she knows. Some of it she'd never share for any price, let alone for free, even to a person she happens to admire and trust.

Violet has a big, bold personality, likes to be ostentatiously generous and hospitable, and will give those who come her way a chance to get on her good side. That being said, she trusts almost no one, and when she extends generosity to a new face at her club, it's for purely calculated reasons.

While Violet is off limits to most would-be suitors, for the right price in gold or information she will happily hook you up with a Tail Chasers VIP experience. She can make all kinds of interesting introductions if you pay for them or otherwise convince her to make them. These introductions may be made for underground, sexual, or criminal purposes, or for the pursuit of social currency with humans who hold power in the empire. Under the table, she is a madam, but her off-menu business is limited to those who know the secret password she changes regularly. Particularly important introductions and all black market transactions are also almost always unavailable to anyone who doesn't know the current password.

Read on for Violet's more detailed backstory:

When the empire ended apartheid and began the process of beastkin integration thirty years ago, Violet chose to leave her village in the Fiddlefern Mountains for the capital city of New Harmony with little more than the clothes on her back. Hoping to save some money and eventually start her own business, the young skunkwoman soon realized most economic opportunities were not available to her kind. Even if the discrimination was not always overt, "no skunks need apply" seemed to be the de facto policy at every establishment where she sought legitimate employment, even if she could somehow manage to get a letter of introduction.

A more timid soul would probably have gone back to the northern mountain districts to which beastkin had been confined under apartheid. By contrast, Violet made a decision from which she has never looked back: If legitimate employment was denied her, she would gradually accumulate wealth and power through illegitimate employment. She found work dancing in the legally gray strip clubs on the outskirts of the city, where she made a point of paying attention to learn who the VIPs were--their desires, social ties, and vulnerabilities. The shrewd skunkwoman was never an 'official' spy--at least, not for any agency. But she was well aware of the common intertwining of espionage and sex work, and she began accumulating dossiers on powerful people, especially humans, who still held so much power over the beastkin of the empire. She curried favor. She called favors in. She committed the occasional blackmail.

In time, Violet was able to quit the clubs and become a high-end escort. This work was strictly illegal, but also desired, and it allowed her to accumulate much more compromising material on important and powerful people that she could use as leverage should she ever have need of it. Eventually, she was able to found Tail Chasers, a swanky strip club in the Fiddlefern Quarter that caters specifically to clientele with a peculiar interest in skunks and their more taboo, more 'fragrant' abilities. Violet makes sure no full-service sex work takes place on the grounds of the club, but she also covers her bases with a few well-placed bribes to avoid imperial raids.

Violet sees Tail Chasers not only as a way to gather even more information on the powerful, but also as a way to give back to beastkin and especially to her own species by providing jobs and stimulating the economy of the Fiddlefern Quarter, which is often neglected when it comes to imperial infrastructure improvements. The club has also allowed her to give her daughter, Putoria Perdunsky, opportunities most beastkin never get.

Violet gave birth to Putoria at age 34. Now over 50, she can afford to send her daughter to the prestigious Central Imperial University in the hopes that an elite education will give Pu opportunities that Violet never had. To be sure, it doesn't hurt that Mommy could blackmail or ruin about half the university board members, should the need arise, and those board members are very aware of the fact. Putoria herself is largely unaware of the power her self-made mother could flex to influence university decisions, and as a skunk in particular--the first ever to attend the institution--Pu most certainly still needed the high grades she earned in primary and secondary school in order to be admitted.

She's no saint, but Violet's sharp mind, pragmatism, and improbable career trajectory have made her into a capital city powerbroker in both official and unofficial roles. She serves on the board of the Imperial Entrepreneurs' Guild, and, in unofficial capacities, is an information broker, a key liaison for keeping the peace in beastkin-human relations, an occasional lobbyist for beastkin rights, and a woman with one well guarded foot in both the revolutionary and criminal sides of the beastkin underground.

Violet will never be welcome in a visible role in high-class society, but the skunk doesn't need to be. She's happy to weave her spells from the shadows, reaping rewards for herself and hopefully improving the common good more than harming it, even if she does so by unorthodox and ethically questionable methods. There are many even in the beastkin communities who resent and look down on Violet, "that whore," for rising to power through sex work and becoming a purveyor of vice, but no one can afford to ignore her.

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In centuries past, the human-dominated Svarjag Empire violently expanded across the continent they called Elsland, named for the chieftain Elwyn Svarjag who led the party that first landed there. Before the arrival of the human colonizers, the land was known by various names in the various native languages of the distinct beastkin species who occupied it and lived in federations and city-states spread across the continent.

The original Svarjag invaders saw the beastkin as inferior, and that bigoted attitude was passed down. An objective look at the primary sources suggests the Svarjag humans learned much about administration and statecraft from the beastkin societies they would eventually conquer and displace. To make a long story short, over time, the humans drove the beastkin away from their ancestral lands, eventually restricting them almost entirely to the Fiddlefern Mountains, a large, rugged range in the northern part of the continent.

The empire's human rulers rarely directly interfered in mountain life apart from directing mining and other resource extraction operations, often carried out by prison labor, that eventually impoverished much of region.

30 years ago Empress Wilhelmina III, called the Wise, promulgated an "integration" reform that allowed beastkin to move out of the mountains and into towns and cities, but the situation remains essentially an apartheid one. Segregation and discrimination heavily restrict beastkin opportunities and autnonomy, with some exceptions in border and frontier areas.

As part of her reforms, Wilhelmina renamed the capital city from Elwynsburgh to New Harmony. But among and between humans and beastkin, tensions, rivalries, social hierarchies, resentments, and outright discrimination remain.

Wilhelmina the Wise still rules as an absolute monarch. She consults an advisory council, but there is no parliament and no codified constitution. Only humans of noble rank sit on the advisory council. The empire does not recognize any of the traditional nobilities or social hierarchies of beastkin societies.

Beastkin languages include Vonjuga (native to skunks), Vulpine (foxes), Ululan (wolves), Ursine (bears), and many more. The larger languages have distinct dialects, some of which have died out. Before the conquest, a variety of skunk clans, several based in the Fiddlefern Mountains, had formed the largest political federation, making Vonjuga a common second language. Today Vonjuga often serves that purpose again in the Fiddlefern Quarter of New Harmony, the area on the outskirts of the city that the beastkin of the capital have largely been restricted to through deliberate policies of redlining. Mephitia, the skunk ghetto, is the largest neighborhood in the quarter and also home to the quarter's de facto "boss" and most influential powerbroker Violet, a six-foot tall, voluptuous demi-human skunk woman somewhere north of 50. Violet runs a variety of legal, quasi-legal, and illegal enterprises. Her influence extends well beyond the quarter.

Vonjuga is thus the most important beastkin language in the capital, useful as a second language so beastkin can communicate across species among themselves with little chance of human eavesdropping.

Many non-skunk beastkin in the Fiddlefern Quarter speak Vonjuga, the de facto beastkin lingua franca of the quarter, alongside Imperial Standard. Old clan feuds remain a problem in the mountains and sometimes in the quarter, particularly between the Vonjatchkovich and the Pukanovye, two mountain clans who have clashed over territory and resources for many generations.

Mephitia, the skunk ghetto, is located on the north end of the quarter on the Copper Run River. Along with the Sud, which flows into the city from the west, the Copper Run, which flows into the city from the north, form the borders of the quarter. There is only one bridge allowing access to and from the rest of New Harmony, and it is located to the south of the quarter, spanning the Sud near the confluence of the two rivers.

In its modern era, the Svarjag government has set policies designed to push beastkin toward assimilation despite never extending anything close to true equality. Beastkin languages are banned from instruction in imperial educational insitutions, including and especially the universities, and that means there have been no dictionaries, grammars, or language textbooks officially published in decades. Any that exist are considered banned literature according to the Office of the Imperial Censor.

Some learning materials exist in the underground economy and black markets--old, rare books, handwritten or typed samizdat, and illegally printed reprints. There are legitimate beastkin merchants and booksellers who have such things, but they won't show or sell them to just anyone. Access requires connections and trust, and/or consistently demonstrating respect for beastkin cultures over time.

There is other underground and censored beastkin literature, including histories that record the atrocities the approved, whitewashed histories leave out, and even revolutionary pamphlets and newspapers, some in beastkin languages and some in Imperial Standard. The beastkin underground possesses a few printing presses scattered across Elsland.

Speaking beastkin languages is legal. Performing in them is legal. What's illegal is any institutional teaching of the languages. Most beastkin still grow up speaking them natively, although in the capital, New Harmony (still called Elwynsburgh by overt human supremacists), with its variety of beastkin species ghettoes concentrated in the Fiddlefern Quarter, many young beastkin grow up speaking Imperial Standard better than the traditional languages of their people. This is what the empire wants; it seeks to achieve the erasure of beastkin cultures over time.

Some beastkin have a hybrid appearance, looking human with a few animal characteristics such as ears and tails. These are demi-humans. Other beastkin look much more like animals, though they are bipedal, sentient, and have opposoable thumbs. These beastkin are anthros. Yet other beastkin have a more in-between appearance. There is a spectrum among beastkin of looking largely human, with bare skin except for furred ears and tails, to looking much more animal-like. Those who look more human are often afforded better opportunities in a way that parallels the colorism in human racism.

Mephitia was once more than a ghetto, and still is to those who keep memory alive and observe some semblance of the old ways. Mephitia was the name of the once dominant skunk federation (with Clan Pukanovye and Clan Vonjatchkovich playing prominent roles). Mephitia is also the name of the goddess of traditional skunk worship, usually depicted with three tails (mirth, eros, wrath). Legend has it that Mephitia gave the skunks their gift of stink and that skunk beastkin with purple (amethyst, violet) eyes are her direct descendants.

All skunk clans and many non-skunk beastkin also venerate Mother Mountain, the largest peak in the Fiddlefern range. The beastkin pantheon is divided into gods of the sun/day and gods of the moon/night. Mephitia is a night goddess and a trickster, and regarded as the most sensual of the beastkin deities.

There are some peripheral parts of the empire where beastkin and human interactions are much more normalized than in New Harmony, and where, as is typical of borderlands, functional bilingualism is common even for humans. Small towns that exemplify this tendency include the coastal port and fishing town of Eastport on the east coast, and also Daggerswald, a friendly little hamlet tucked inside the foothills to the south of the Fiddlefern range, which has seen many beastkin pass through and some settle since the official restrictions were lifted.

Svarjag law bans both same-sex and human-beastkin relationships, but away from the imperial center, and even in the Fiddlefern Quarter, norms are looser and some laws can be ignored, especially by those protected by a powerful patron.