"Let's go," ordered the Signless. The Psyoniic careened around at the bar, trying to look at the grumpy troll. He had a number of empty shot glasses scattered around him in his space at the bar, a silly grin on his face. There was a small yellow bruise about to form on his arm.

"Why?" he asked as he lolled his head about.

"Because I'm done."

"Well, then," the Psyoniic straightened up, seemingly more somber than before. "How'd it feel?"

"Fine," the Signless exhaled. He glowered off into a corner of the bar. "Can we please just go now? Because if you've already filled your pail for this morning, we have got no reason to stay. And I don't see the fake-jade blood around. You end up pailing him?"

"Urg," the Psyoniic moaned. "Yeah I sure did. I was just about as drunk as a squeak-beast. He sure was expensive. He specialized in blackrom sex though, which I'm not so sure I'm very fond of." He streched, making his back crack. He had another bruise on his neck, which the Signless was pretty sure was not such a bruisy-bruise as the other one.

"Good. Fine, then. If you're all pailed out, then I suggest we both go home."

"Hey, wait. You did fill a bucket, right?" The Psyoniic asked, his companion nodding. "Then, if you did, what happened whe-"

"I don't really want to talk about it. Let's just go home."

"You took the light green, right? She's not gonna tell anybody?"

"No. No she's not gonna. Please, please Psyoniic, let's just go home."

"It's almost exactly midday, Signless."

"We'll get you another cloak." And once they had secured the mustard-blood a long enough garment, they snuck out of the whore-house, their eyes squinting against the glare of daylight. They kept their eyes to the ground, so they would not get injured. Nobody was out so late at day, not with the hazzards it procured.

"The Dolorosa might be up. You know she has resistance to sunlight. This could end up being very, very bad for us," the Psyoniic mused. The Signless grabbed his friend's arm.

"Psyoniic. Please. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease do not. Tell. My mother."

"Don't worry, I won't. That'd get me in trouble too."

"Oh well, now isn't that a relief," the Signless snapped bitterly.

"Did it really go that bad?"

"... Yeah. It kind of did." And they didn't speak another word until they got to where they were staying. It was in a rotted, hallowed-out tree with fabric strewn all over it to block out any sun that might have leaked through otherwise. Sopor slime was expensive, as it was a rather new fad. The Signless had never slept in it, but some of his companions had. They said it kept the horror-terrors away. He might have given anything to be free of them for just one day. But as the sopor was expensive, they didn't keep any of it, and traveled with the old-fashioned kind of beds that were becoming more and more rare as time progressed. The Jade Figure had had them as well. You can't really fuck in slime. The whorehouses themselves were becoming more rare as well. Trolls were getting the idea that you should only pail trolls in your quadrants.

The Psyoniic most certianly did not agree with this.

"What is with these young whippersnappers and their crazy hipster ideas?" the Psyoniic chatted. "Why are they making fucking so fucking difficult to fuck?"

"You are stupid and also very drunk."

"Ha ha ha ha... Noo..."

"Yes."

"You win!"

"Quiet!" the Signless berated. "Everyone's asleep. You go to bed too, I'll see you in the evening." The Psyoniic staggered off to where he'd set up his bed. The Signless didn't make sure he got there safely. He was somber and that's all he cared about. He snuck over to the bed right next to the Dolorosa's. His mother's. She was sleeping with her eyes closed serenely and a slight smile on her full lips. She was very beautiful, and the Signless felt lucky to have such a wonderful troll in his life, even though they weren't in any quadrant. He curled up on the mat and listened to his mother breathe before drifting off to sleep himself.

"Good evening, my darling," the jade-blood whispered. The Signless opened his eyes and smiled. "Did you sleep well? The horrorterrors were not too bad?"

"Good evening, mother. No, not so bad today. I even dreamed a little."

"Really? How wonderful. What about?"

"Oh, uh, I can't remember," the Signless lied.

"Oh well, I'll go and wake the others. The sun has set," the Dolorosa said, and walked away. Her son stared after her. He'd lied to his mother. It wasn't a good feeling. But he couldn't tell her what he'd really drempt about. That green-blood girl from the whorehouse. In his dream, she'd held him, and kissed him, and told him she never wanted to leave him. Then came the horrorterrors, as always. He would never escape from them. But it seemed that girl could allieviate them somehow. He then berated himself. She was a whore, she didn't really have any real feelings for him. She was only trying to get him hooked on her so he'd come back for more. It was how she earned her living, afterall.

"Mother?" the Signless asked as he walked into the main section of the tree, where they met. The branches were where they slept, almost like they were rooms.

"Yes, my darling?"

"Can- could we stay here? You know, another day?"

"Why?" the Dolorosa questioned. "I thought that you didn't want to lecture here."

"Well, I um, changed my mind. I think I would like to try and teach some of the people here. Maybe, uh, one might even come with us!"

"What makes you think that, my darling?"

"I have an almost good feeling about this place. I really think these people might learn something from me."

"Okay, dear. We can stay here another day. We can stay here a couple days if you need to."

"Thank you, mother," the Signless smiled at the Dolorosa. He felt a little bad, but he still entertained the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, the girl would come with him. And then he realized he didn't know her name.

"Good evening, Psyoniic," the Dolorosa called to the sleepy hungover troll stumbling into the kitchen.

"Didn't sleep well, oh wonderful companion?" the Signless grinned maliciously.

"No. No shut up."

"Dear, would you like some food? You look like you might need some," the Dolorosa asked the Psyoniic.

"Yes please, Dolorosa."

"Allright then. I'll fix something up for the both of you." She walked out of the tree to go find some food.

"Okay, so what are we going to do today? When should I start packing up my stuff?"

"Oh, we're not leaving today."

"What? We're not? Since when?"

"Since I decided that I wanted to talk to the city."

"Signless, you and I both know that nobody here is going to convert. This city it hopeless."

"That's not the messsage I'm trying to put out. That's what I'm trying to discourage." The Dolorosa strode in with a strange beast on her back, dripping with tawny gold blood, and applied something to her lips and told the two to make a fire.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"I told you so," the Psyoniic bragged. They'd tried to just find a place to stand, but they were shooed away not even after five minutes.

"Shut up, you ass," the Signless snapped. They were sneaking out again. He'd woken up his friend because he was too nervous to go alone. And he also wasn't too sure of the way yet. "I should have never asked you to come."

"Well, you did. And I probably would have come anyways. I'm up for quite a romp today. I think I might find that tealish one."

"Can't handle all that black?"

"Naw, and that teal looked like a pitier. I hope there's another show today. Maybe there's a new troll I haven't seen yet. Someone very interesting."

"Oh, I'm sure," the Signless snarked as they walked in. Same as last day- band, dancefloor, whores. There was quite a crowd.

"See you later, Signless!" the Psyoniic called and merged into the crowd.

"Excuse me, is there a show this morning?" the Signless asked a waitress-whore.

"Of course there is, sweetcheeks. It's the biggest show of the week."

"Really? What happens?" The lights dimmed.

"Well, I suppose you're about to find out, now won't you?" The band began to play a different tune. The Signless sat down at a table not too close, but not too far away. The curtains were pulled up and the lights centered on two trolls.

It was his girl and another troll. He looked to be a rustblood. Orange, maybe. The band began to play and he sang, and she sang harmony. They danced all around each other and sang about 'the first time.' They got close at some points, then shyed away, like they were nervous, and kept singing. Then they stayed closer for longer until the last note, and then when they stopped singing, they kissed. Then they pulled away, and the Signless thought they were done, but they came back together, kissed longer and harder. The crowd began to cheer when they began to take their clothes off. The Signless was speechless. He couldn't move. He had known she was a whore, but he'd foolishly thought that she was his to hold and call his own. That nobody else could have her.

He'd been very, very wrong.

They were grinding up into each other, tops off, feeling each other up. Then they go and finish taking off all their clothes, and the audience hollers even louder. Then he lifts her up and enters her, having sex standing straight up. The Signless's face was burning. They're rocking and jerking and convulsing, and the crowd has gone wild. Another employee puts a bucket underneath them, and they shudder and fluid falls down into the pail, and they get a standing ovation. The house just stands up and claps. Claps! They just had sex in pubic, no- for an audience, and they get clapped at! The Signless's face was burning with rage and jealousy and embarrassment. The curtains closed and the house is swamping the two coming off stage, with robes hastily tossed over them. The Signless pushes his way through the crowd towards his girl. She's talking with some customers, many of which look hungrily at her, signifying their interest. The Signless stomped towards them, when she took the hand of some blueblood troll and led her down the hallway she'd led the Signless down only yesternight.

He stops moving and stares after them. Then he goes and sits down at the bar, ordered a drink. When it arrived, he had no idea what it was, as he when the bartender asked what he wanted, he'd replied,

"I want what's good for me." The resulting drink was the size of a beer, but the potencity of rum. He downed it. And many more of them. He went on like that until far past midday, when the Psyoniic plops down next to him on a barstool and steals his drink.

"Hey, Signless."

"Who'd you get today?"

"This fine-ass lady. Blood so blue, it almost looked indigo, but it wasn't. Ain't no seadwellers coming down to this joint."

"Really? I thought they were anphibious."

"They are, they're just too classy to fuck lowblood whores. They got their own whorehouses under their precious water. Actually, I don't know whether they still have whorehouses anymore, just like up here."

"Oh. You got a highblood fetish or something?"

"You're stupid, shut up. Find your lady?"

"No, I've just been drinking."

"You drunk yet?"

"Almost. I'm so close."

"Hey, there she is. Your green girl. You know her name?" But the Signless was just looking in the direction of the hallway where that proud blueblood sauntered out onto the dance floor, while his girl loitered on the side, rubbing her arm. He got up without a word and pushed over to where she was standing, looking at her feet.

"Hey," he said. She looked up and grinned.

"Hello. Come on down this way," she said and walked away, not pulling him, but expecting him to follow. She kept her hand on her arm. He followed. She went down a different hallway than last day, and went into a room of the same caliber as the one from before. She closed the door.

"You okay?" the Signless asked, looking at her hand clutched around her arm. She followed his line of vision and chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Don't worry about it babe," she crooned at him, backing him up onto the bed. She put her hands on his chest, but he took her by the wrists.

"No, no you're not. Let me see." This suprised her, but she started to strip sexily, looking fine even through her confusion.

"This what you need?"

"No!" he declared, sitting up. "Stop that. This is nothing sexual. Just let me see your arm. Did she hurt you?" The greenblood looked at him in the eyes, confusion tangible. She was not used to this kind of treatment. She peeled her outfit off her left arm. It was covered in green bruises and there was a bandage sloppily wrapped around her bicep with blood soaking through.

"She, uh, was looking for more uh, blackrom, than I'm used to. But it's fine, really. This will just be about you and me." She leaned into him but he pushed her away and took her arm. She was still with shock. He unwrapped it and took some cloth on the table and tore it into strips and wrapped it around her arm more neatly than it was before, in a way that would stop the bleeding sooner.

"There."

"Oh. Uh, thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, and kissed the bandage on her arm. Then her hand. And he smiled up at her. Then a frown caressed his features.

"What?"

"Why did you do that?"

"What?"

"The show."

"What sh- oh. You mean, the show just today."

"Yes. Do they really make you do that?"

"Oh, uh well, it's in my contract."

"Fuck your contract."

"That's the contract," she said with a straight face, and he laughed, and this got a smile out of her.

"How often do they make you do that?"

"Once a week. Sometimes the other troll changes, but I'm always there."

"Every week?"

"Yeah. Unless for some mysterious reason there is not a single customer, but the show attracts a lot of people. Cuz, uh, they uh, like it," she said looking down. The Signless raised her head up by her chin.

"I'm sorry," he said, and kissed her. She seemed to relax now that they were getting to what she knew and was good at. They kissed for a while, but no matter how much the girl tried to use tongue, the Signless wouldn't let her in. Finally, she grabbed his bonebulge, and he gasped. She stuck her tongue in and played around his teeth, and unbottoned his highpants and stretched her hand down until she reached his bonebulge. He was squirming, and almost half-heartedly trying to fight. She wound her hand around it and squeezed slowly and began to pump. She started slowly, feeling him arch underneath her fingers with each pull. Then she tightened her hand and felt him growing harder. She pumped harder and harder and faster and faster and the Signless moaned and gasped at her boldness and the utter pleasure she caused him. She started to play with him, pushing him around under the fabric of his clothes. He unfastened her outfit and nearly tore it off of her in impatience. She one-handedly undid his cloak and he slipped his pants all the way off, yearning for her all the more. She stopped playing and began to pump again. This time she was vicious, he could hardly even feel each individual pump, it felt so good it was almost painful. She stopped kissing his mouth and moved down to his neck and chest, pumping all the harder. She worked her mouth down to his abs.

"It costs more for a blowjob," she warned him, mouth playing around his hip.

"I... ahh... don't care!" he gasped and panted as she finally put her mouth around him. She sucked and pulled at him and the Signless felt so hot he thought he was burning. She pulled at him with her mouth and pushed at his body with her hands, and they were both getting all sweaty. The Signless was quivering with ectasy at her skill and prowess in bed. She twisted around, her mouth still on him, sucking, sucking, and laid down on his chest. He grabbed her legs and put his mouth on her crotch. She bit down on him when he did that, but then kept sucking as he did. Her tail swept across his face, brushing his eyes. She played around with her tongue on him and he copied her with his mouth between her legs. They went harder and harder and faster and faster, until the girl scrambled for the bucket under the bed. Then they had to scramble to position themselves over it properly, and ended up standing and just clutching to each other, exhausted, as their genes fell down into the pail.

"Oh," his girl panted. "Oh wow! He. I've, never ever, uh- nobody's ever, ever done that before."

"What? Did, what?" the Signless breathed heavily as he carried the somewhat limp weight of his green girl.

"That, uh, double blow-job... Thing. That you did."

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah. I've never even heard of anything, like that before. Not even in urban legends."

"Wierd. Did I, uh, just invent a new sex trick?"

"Yeah," she laughed. "I think so." He stood her up and they climbed off of the bed and put the bucket on the ground.

"How much, exactly, was that?"

"You're up to fifty right now."

"Add it to my tab," he said, and kissed her.