May The Best Dealer Win

A meeting had been called in an odd place, but Aoshun was ready for it. Someone aware of the busy schedule of a medical professional and scientist had approached with a wonderful notion. It was said that there was a lovely lady looking for work, and willing to be a housekeeper to someone who could inspire perfection and pride. Who better than Lucifer's dragonic child? Aoshun was aware of the perfection that he was, with the luscious body of a female, sexy enough to turn heads everywhere and be mistaken for an angel from up high. This was perfectly acceptable, even if the place to meet up before going to a better location to discuss business would be an alleyway. To be honest, being this prideful being of light needed someone to be his glamorous and elite maid. Someone who was capable of doing what was trained for in early days, to clean up and serve.

He would be dropped off not far away, and would walk, focusing the aura around himself so that it would hide with in the darkness for a few moments, as he prepared for his entrance, when he saw glowing red eyes, he knew it was time. Almost like a light switch being turned on, a halo of light appeared from above Aoshun, and rained light down over him, like an Angel stepping out of the darkness. Eyes partially closed, and each step a practice of grace and poise, he would step forth, dressed in a simple business suit, the skirt was a nice touch. The blonde hair and fair skin allowing for the golden eyes to stare forth. A mask of an Angelic Hanya was being held in his hands, marked with the symbol of pride. The mask that showed the signs of the clan that the dragon male was most affiliated with.

He had been informed, that because of his royal relation to the Naritoloth clan, was why he was being offered this servant, who would be paid handsomely, for one with pride needed to show pride to their servants. Still, he needed to appraise her himself. He needed to see that she was glamorous, fashionable, and capable. Someone who pride could fill him with even more pride. Someone who could help him develop even more on his vice of narcissism and self indulgence. If she could inspire lust, all the better, as he needed to be able to perfect all revelry of desires of this mortal plain, if he was to move up as a Masked Demonic Dragon. He exemplified pride due to his father, but other vices needed to be fulfilled as well.

He would wait for the Information broker, while looking over the woman, she definitely had a nice body, but would she be up for working for him? It was not that he did not trust the information, so much as was uncertain due to the look in her eyes. She seemed to be in a bad mood. Well, better add some oil to the fire. "I see you are here as well, now where is that broker? I thought he said that a servant would be the one I would be meeting with, and not someone who looks kind of like she ought to be fighting in the pits." he would comment, an interesting smirk would be passing on his beautiful face.

She was a dragon, he could tell that much, as his pride and narcissism started to seemingly grow.

Klaus made for a lovely puppetmaster, connecting his own desires and those of others together with a great deal of care.

There was a particular pride demon that the kingpin hadn't met in person yet (and he hadn't even given his identity and full intentions away to him, either- ha, Naritoloth clan, that wasn't the true focus here), and was shining very brightly within that sin. He wanted, needed, to impress him through a proper, showy gift. The resources he now had access to, and the timing, lined up with that necessity.

The warding, connected to his magic and mostly for alerting purposes, set up made him aware first of Aricia's presence, and soon after, Aoshun's. Now to get this show on the road.

A concealed door opened in the alleyway, spilling warm light onto the scene. It seemed out of place both with the demonic dragon's flashy entrance, and the alleyway's grime and darkness. Klaus, dressed up in his usual gang boss look, peered out with a chipper expression on his face. "As much as I'd rather not ruin the wonderful dramatics you have going, neither of you deserve to spend too much time out there. Come inside, quickly now, and you'll be relieved."

The hidden space, if they were to follow his instructions, would prove to be quite pleasant. It was a cozy little hidey hole, a nice lounge and meeting spot. It was made to be discreet without truly sacrificing comfort, and a placement to mislead and repulse any prying eyes. Since Klaus was using reputation as blackmail material, of course he was going to be careful not to carelessly or accidentally damage anything with Aricia Draganarakta. If he did that early on, there would be nothing to hold over her head, and all the appeal behind offering her to Aoshun would disappear.

Surely a caught princess, of the purest blood and highest standing, would be attractive to a pride demon. That was hard to resist, if one was truly indulgent. It was possible the arrangement would benefit them mutually, since the woman had been looking for a job. That was his hope, at least. He really couldn't help but play matchmaker.

Klaus addressed Aoshun first, who was absolutely dazzling, his thick greed magic openly appreciative of that. "Your reputation serves you well, not at all exaggerated! Just as stunning as they say, if not more so. Now, I need to apologize. You weren't contacted for your dragon connections, not in the slightest. This, this is an outright demonic matter."

His grin widened. "Surprise! Hello, darling cousin. Pleasure to meet you. Name's Klaus Rosales, the top greedster on this island. I would've sought you out earlier than this, but I had to get you a fitting present first. Let me give you all the details, and then you'll see why I think you'll enjoy her." He gave Aricia a smug little wave, tipping his sunglasses up to wink at her. "Hey there, princess, nice to see you again."

Aoshun did not ignore the girl with the glowing eyes, nor the nice claws she wore. He felt that it was fitting, kind of like the mask he kept on his person at all times. Adjusting his skirt, he would give a slight extending bow to the would be servant. She deserved at least that much for inspiring the pride of the dragon with in him, as well as possibly other feelings. He wondered how many sins she had with in her at the moment, would she possibly be a good mother to another generation of such when she passed from this life? He did not know. What he did know, was he sensed wrath, anger, and other such feelings off her, and it was exquisite.

When the demon arrived and revealed he was a cousin, Aoshun could not hide the amusement in his smirk. It was definitely an interesting turn of events. He would take his time going into the portal and sitting down comfortably, crossing his legs, just to see if the girl would take a nice look at the perfect skin of his legs. He knew he had great legs to offer. Still, he was most interested in this "Princess" and was not bothering to hide the interest.

"So, you summoned me cousin, on the pretense of offering me this lovely Princess of Dragons who smells of blood, as a maid, I do not think she is amused, though if she wants the job, I could easily enjoy a nice interview." he would smile, his womanly wiles playing on his voice in a seductively playful way that still screamed superiority. Why should he ignore that he was feminine, even if he was a guy? "Though cousin, I hope you do not mean to affront me, the son of Pride with an attempt to push this Princess into something she did not want, the smell of blood, the claws she wields and her glare in the alleyway made me think she was more interested in fame, fortune, and death." he would explain, his playfulness dropping for a moment, before giving an angelic smile to the lady he spoke of. "No offense intended, other than a playful jab, if you cannot be more relaxed, then how can I enjoy your presence, oh Pride riser?" he asked her directly.

He studied his cousin for a moment, before a genuine smile appeared again. "So the blood of my mother is not the reason, I am glad to hear that, I much prefer the blood of my species, that of the Masked Demonic Dragons, Oh! You would love this miss, my species is not a hybrid, even though we come from mixed parents... think of it like Lycan children, they can still result as pure human or pure lycan from a pairing of mixed blood." he would explain, a lovely remembrance of some genetic testing done on behalf of such a couple a long time ago, just to prove paternity. Still, there were other creatures like that, and the clan that birthed this Mask carrying diva was one of them. "Oh, but I knew you knew that cousin, otherwise you would not be so comfortable with me, would you?"

He enjoyed the toying mannerism that was playing in the voice. If he had embraced his womanhood, he would have been a manipulative type, who used her wiles to charm and skate through life, but that was not befitting pride. Pride was much better for someone who worked hard. So he was the busy body type most often. Still this situation amused him. He was being offered a rather nice looking woman, a Princess, as a potential maid, and meeting with a cousin, who probably knew a lot about him, as the Pride Dragon knew nothing really of the broker but what was revealed so far. He was quite amused.

So he would wait, and learn, but he was mostly wondering who the Princess would target first, if she got violent, would she come for Pride, or go for Greed? That was the fun thought. Still, it did make him wonder if he could seduce her out of her rage, and into a more docile state. He would do so if she went violent on him, otherwise, he would try to be cordial. So he waited, wondering what his cousin, and what this princess would do. That planned to be fun.