Enter Eli and Elden: Part II
For Part I, see the link below.
Edward AJ Drakon
Edward: Alright, listen up, you two. The Imperial Inquisition is not a group to mess around with. They take their responsibilities very seriously, and yes, it consists entirely of Doll-3 females, the matriarchs and their followers. You definitely don’t want to attract any attention to yourselves. They can sense fear and naivety. This is precisely what happens if you give them a reason; they will seize the opportunity to conduct a more thorough inspection.
Elden: ...........um, is this a bad thing? I mean, isn’t the goal to be caught, bent over, and have our balls fondled? Asked to cough while they probe our bodies for any "forbidden" contraband?
Edward: You watch too many porn movies, Elden.
Eli: Besides, isn’t the Imperial Inquisition just a fancier term for "whorehouse"? I mean, you’re practically a legend in there. You make it sound so terrible, yet you keep going back. Why can’t we experience that same warm, sweet nectar? And why are we even in London to begin with?
Edward: Whoa!! Watch your language! Don’t say that! (sighs) I need to show you both something while we’re here, before we head to Oslo.
After disembarking from their private jet, Edward, Eli, and Elden take a private cab. Edward is welcomed with a hug from his good friend Reggie. After giving him an envelope of cash and a case of fine Kentucky bourbon, they set off towards downtown London. They stop at a specific cafe to grab a bite to eat. It is there that Edward begins to speak again.
Edward: Look over there across the street, you two. Do you see that gaudy building? That’s the Soria Moria, a famous pleasure house. Many wealthy donors and working men love to squander their money for a few moments of pleasure. This is also why so many of the local women here in London despise them. It’s filled with nothing but Doll-3 exiles seeking sanctuary. A very profitable business in the city, and the main reason for so many divorces.
Eli: So we’re talking about enjoying some ripe Nordic Viking delights?
Elden: Seriously? Why didn’t you mention that sooner, old man?
Edward: Did I say anything about engaging with prostitutes? We’re here to observe, not to satisfy our urges.
Elden: We’re just... window shopping. Damn you, Dad! You can’t wave candy in front of a baby and not expect them to cry. You’re way too cruel, dude!
Eli: I feel like crying myself now!!
Edward: (exhales) Just wait! Right there!! Do you see the auburn ponytail? That’s Trude Rosendahl. She’s an Inquisitor in the Imperial Inquisition.
Elden: Correction: She’s my next conquest, Dad.
Eli: And my personal plaything. Just look at that backside!
