This was all supposed to be a standard supplement, one he had gotten used to doing as of the last several months. Sularia was the “home” of his lead captain and they were welcomed there, well as much as a Rosenite pirate that made her own goddess mother slightly afraid of her could be. And he and his crew were always welcomed due to the latter’s involvement with the yellow court and their….preferred business. The Kingfisher landed at the airship dock and his men were off, some collecting the supplies while others were conducting maintenance. He knew that Furtuna wasn’t too far away up in the clouds. This wouldn’t be too hard, aside from having to drag the men from the brothels and the temptresses that made good coin from them.

So much for their salaries.

Setting foot on land, Vincent brought with him the report of what they were loading up onto their vessel and quickly read over it as his eyes would lift up to match said item as it was loaded. After a bit, he noticed some of the men were missing? “Fabio? Conner? Dez?” He called out their names but there was no answer and he sighed and hit himself in the head with the report. “Wait here, and no one go to the Yellow District!”

“Aye, Cap’n!”

He rushed further into the city, annoyed that he would have to drag half-naked men out of the damn beds and likely have to deal with half-naked if not nearly or fully naked women scorning him for their payments. But the streets seemed a tad…weird for his taste. He was used to the Rosenite’s being sensual creatures, but some of the displays of affection they were undergoing was a bit extreme with the worse being some of them copulating in alleyways, their groans and moans of pleasure were all the clues he needed. “Hm, must be some sort of holiday… ”, he muttered as he reached the Yellow District where to actually got worse. It was…surprising to see all of this and he shielded his eyes as best he could before he bumped into one of his men. Stripped down and entangled by not one, not two, but three women all over him.
“Dez? What the hell!?” The captain looked to him sternly as he was “attending” to the women. “Put your damn clothes on and say goodbye to your friends. I have to find the others and then its the night shift for a week for you lot.” His crewman looked to him for a moment before facing away and continuing with his deeds. Vincent was getting beyond peeved and nearly yanked him away only to see that he looked like he had the life sucked out of him and released him. Whatever was left the man went back to indulge the pleading women while one of them drew away from him and headed to Vincent.

“You look like the strong, commanding type”, the raven-haired woman spoke, licking her plump lips as she drew her finger against his chest. “Uh, sorry but I have no time for this”, he retorted before she gripped at his shirt roughly, her eyes narrowing darkly. “But there’s always time for time. I won’t even charge you for the first couple of sessions… “

When he went to refuse, she immediately pressed her lips against his and he pushed her away. “Oh come on”, she purred and before he knew it, the other ladies were off Dez, who looked like he was unconscious and headed for him. “What the hell?” He would have fought them off, but the raven-haired one had him good and tight as they felt up and down against his body.

Help!