Rennac x Colm

Support C

Colm: YOU! I know you're secret!

Rennac: Huh? My secret?

Colm: You're a male prostitute too, aren't you? Do you think that's acceptable for someone in the princess' harem!

Rennac: Haha! Where'd you learn a big word like harem, boy? Not that it's any of your business, but her highness already knows about my . . . after hours job. You're not, by any chance, trying to threaten me, are you? That's funny. I never thought I'd be reprimanded by a boy!

Colm: Hey, old fart, don't talk down to me! I'm not "boy," either, my street name is Sugarplum, and I wasn't threatening, I was only surprised because you dress so nicely.

Rennac: I assume you're in the same trade. That poor little orphan costume is a dead give away. Well, you may not have any pride and go in for the whole "role-playing" thing but I'm different. Do you see this jacket? It has silk embroidery, a trend I started in Carcino. The stitches are hidden on the inside; a truly cultured man cares about every detail! I am no ordinary dime-a-dozen whore, but a veritable gaisha! There's no point trying to explain to the likes of you, you little tavern wench.

Colm: Why would you brag about something so lame? Anyway I'm not a tavern wench! Man, I've never met someone as annoying as you!

Rennac: Oh, don't be so sensitive, little tavern wench. If you want to be like me, make more money. Improve your skills, learn the art. Take drugs to stop yourself from hitting puberty, your innocence is the only thing you've got going for you. Work hard and maybe one day you can grow a pair.

Colm: First of all, I don't want to be like you! Second of all, I already have a pair, so there!

Rennac: Well, don't pull a muscle, little tavern wench.

Support B

Rennac: Hey, manwhore, have you made any money yet?

Colm: Stop calling me that! I heard your Dad is a wealthy pimp in Carcino.

Rennac: Yes, so what? My father is a wealthy pimp, and his son is a prostitute. It's a family business, see?

Colm: If you're rich, you don't need to sell your body, you can afford what ever you want.

Rennac: You are so innocent boy, more innocent than a twelve year old virgin.

Colm: What's that supposed to mean? I've never been a virgin so I don't know.

Rennec: Oh. . . okay, that doesn't really make sense . . . but anyway, listen, tavern wench, pimps are always stingy. It's part of who they are, and my father was especially stingy. He gave us nothing for free.

Colm: We had to work for everything we had. So my brothers and I learned the value of hard work from a young age, and this just happens to be my chosen career, got it? It's not easy being the son of a pimp, huh? Forced to work at a young age? Well you should have seen what MY pimp made me do! I guess our lives aren't so different, huh?

Rennac: Er, a little street work is quite different from real work. You can see that by the differences between you and I.

Colm: Well, I'll show you! Maybe you'll wake up in the middle of the night to find that a certain someone has crawled into bed with your princess, eh! Consider yourself warned, old fart.

Rennac: You know, warning people of your plans is very anti-productive. Anyway, I look forward to seeing how this turns out.

Support A

Rennac: Hi there, manwhore. I haven't seen you strutting around our tent for a while, I thought maybe you gave up on your big plans.

Colm: I'm more persistent than you think I am. I came to see if you remembered- wait, you didn't notice?

Rennac: Notice what?

Colm: MWAHAHAHA I am the master!

Rennac: What? Did you actually seduce her? Don't tell me . . . A-ha!

Colm: So you finally realized! Yes, I secretly deflowered your precious princess. So, how's that for charm? That's some pretty fine seduction if I do say so myself.

Rennac: I see, I did hear something in the middle of the night. . . good work. There's little to celebrate, though. The girl had brown hair, right?

Colm: Uh. . . yeah. . .

Rennac: Unfortunately for you, that was an impostor! I knew you would try something, so I replaced her with one of her chambermaids beforehand. The real princess has green hair, you see?

Colm: You! That's a cheap trick!

Rennac: In this business, anything goes. However, I'm impressed that you got as far as you did. I definitely don't want you for a rival.

Colm: Heh heh heh heh . . . . same here, I guess. It's hard to compete against such high-class goods. Now stop fondling my ass!