Impeccable Mansions and Crumbling Ruins. You and Me.

Yura looked like shit.

It had been a while since she had last seen Malara, and it was entirely intention on Yura’s part. She has been avoiding the people in her life who she didn’t need to directly contact for business reasons. She hated how she looked, how she felt, what she was becoming.

Her skin had become so much paler than it was before, and her suits that once fit her impeccably were now loose on her emaciated frame. Her eyes were perpetually blood shot now, and beneath them were massive dark circles. Her mouth always tasted of blood. She looked like she was on death’s door—and as far as she knew, she was. And for others to see her in such a weak state…it disgusted her.

But she needed to know what happened to Jafar. He was her business partner, after all. He was loyal, driven, and always prompt in contacting her when it came to the club. Something had to seriously be wrong for him to just drop contact.

She had texted Malara earlier, informing her that she was coming over. She came to the door of Malara’s mansion, rang the door bell, and waited.

Even though spring was in full swing, Yura was bundled up in a heavy coat. She was always cold now. The embarrassment of being seen in her current state made her nearly want to turn and run from Malara’s home. Something about being seen by this Goddess who she had spent so many nights with was particularly…grating.

Perhaps because Malara was as impeccable as her beautiful mansion, while Yura was a crumbling ruin.

“The strong stuff, please.”

Yura typically avoided drinking, because alcohol tended to have a…strong effect on her. It made her rather…unprofessional.

But if she could even muster up the energy, Malara would be the last person to care if Yura became aggressively horny and violent. So no matter.

Yura shrugged her coat off. Her suit underneath was too large on her now, too loose. Was it even worth buying new suits at this point? Yura suspected not. She hung her coat up and followed Malara to the penthouse.

“I want to know what is going on with Jafar,” Yura said, to the point as she always tended to be.

Yura raised an eyebrow when Malara started going on about herself. Yura was all business—straight to the point. She didn’t do small talk.

“Wish eating my mother turned me into a God,” Yura muttered before taking a swig of her brandy. It was a warm taste that burned down her throat. It had been a long time since she last tasted brandy.

When Malara finally explained what had happened to Jafar, she was not happy.

"So, all we can do is wait," Yura said with a sigh, as if to say how dare my business partner get kidnapped, the ass.

"Britta will just have to continue taking on his duties for now..." she added. Yura hated to admit that she...needed Jafar. She hated to admit that she needed anybody, but...in the condition she was in, it couldn't be helped. She needed help to keep her three businesses functioning. She needed other people. And now one of them was gone. Britta could only do so much while also maintaining her photography career with Malara.

...But, the brandy was starting to soothe her. There was little else she could learn about Jafar, at least for now. Now with the alcohol coursing through her system, she had questions about...other things.

"So...what are the new benefits of your Godhood? Can you hit me even harder now?"

Yura smirked.

Yura smirked as she watched Malara show off her new form. Right away, a hundred sexual scenarios filled Yura's head. Nobody could ever say Yura was not creative.

"You're always a fun one...A shame I've been so busy. We really need to spend more time together."

And as if on cue, Yura started to cough--as if to disprove that Yura hadn't been around simply because she'd been 'busy'. She could have passed it off for just an ordinary cough, if there hadn't been a splatter of blood all over her hand after. At least it was just 'ordinary' red blood and not her toxic black blood that would stink up the entire room in a matter of seconds.

"Yes, 'busy'..." Yura mumbled under her breath, calm as she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to clean the blood off.