Amarrian Zen
Two Amarrian Holders were making their way through Dam-Torsad. It had been a gruelling day of politics and bargaining however Habib thought it had been worth it. At last he would benefit in power just a little more than Sissinius and after this last few years it was just. Sissinius was too cruel, too full of himself and even though society had been as solid as a mountain for centuries, things were changing despite the weight of oppression.
As the sun sank slowly toward the horizon, the dust of the streets became liberated as the winds swept toward them from the slums a short distance away, bringing with them the stench of the commoners and faint yet audible moans of ecstacy.
Sharp, pungent smells of outdoor cooking, spices with a subtle undertone of broken sewage systems wafted on the breeze. Wrinkling their noses in distaste they hurried on. It would not be long now before this segment of the city would give way to more salubrious surroundings. After all, one was not quite in the mood for a cheap whore.
Out of the dusk, a scrawny, scabbed and half naked women streaked with dirt ran at them both and fell to their feet. With imploring eyes and racked with sobs she begged to be taken with them lest she suffer more abuse.
Sissinius immediately kicked her to one side. The mite was even too weak to pick herself back up and just lay there, prone and whimpering. A broken being with no value left to her. He walked on, looking back at Habib to hurry him.
Habib looked upon her with a mixture of disgust and pity. How could one let themselves be at the mercy of another in such a way? Where was her self respect? Even commoners must possess some.
Deciding to help despite a disapproving glance back from Sissinius, he lifted the whore and started toward a medical centre he knew to be nearby. Battered, bruised and weakened to the point of collapse, the whore whispered, "Thank you" and passed out.
Later that evening while relaxing at home he received a call from Sissinius. Enraged at the cross of class, he wanted to know how Habib could have lowered himself to helping the whore and to what end. Habib replied he had ceased carrying the whore some hours ago, wasn't it time Sissinius did?
