Price stood outside of a room he most certainly was not meant to go inside. He was not even meant to be on this end of the ship, no students were, let alone this room. Inside were a the personal quarters of the teachers who were coming along on to the tournament as spectators, unable to participate do to association, despite them being almost certainly more skilled than the students they were transporting. It wasn't fair really, but they didn't seem to mind it, just loving that the spirit of the game was still flowing, now more than ever in fact.

And inside this room were their decks. Decks with powerful cards, cards that could very well help him win this entire thing. But.. did he really want to take them? Well that was the wrong question to ask really. Of course he didn't want to steal from the teachers, that was Liak's want not his. The question was more on if he needed to do it. He was confident in his skills as a duelist to win without cheating. He wouldn't even let Liak take him over during duels if he could at all stop him from doing so. He hated few things in this world but cheating was most definitely one of them.

And yet here he was, outside the room, hand hovering over the knob that Liak had somehow unlocked. Why are you hesitating? Liak questioned, Get the cards and add them to your deck. We'll be even stronger this way. 'I know,' Price said, 'But why do we need to steal? We've got good cards already you know, and between my dueling talent and yours, we're sure to be able to win right?'

In a just world perhaps, but this is a world of liars, thieves, and cheaters. Many others in this competition will likely be doing things similar for no grand cause at all, just for the tournament's rewards. My fool sister might well be one of them. If your enemy insists on breaking the rules put in place, there isn't anything wrong with doing the same to prove you're still the one in control.

'But how do you know that anyone's cheating?' Price questioned. Never you mind how I know what I know, I just know. Now take the cards. The longer we're out here, the longer it'll take you to get back to those girls and tell them they can eat. They may be weak and borderline useless, but I don't want them to starve. Liak said, a cold, upset knot forming in Price's stomach at this.

'Do not call them useless.' Price said. I said borderline, lord does no one in this mortal world listen? Liak wondered. 'They aren't anything close to useless, and they're not remotely weak either.' Price said, 'They're they kindest people I've ever met and I'd have been dead long before you found me if it weren't for them.' Jane and Jackie had been his fucking lifeline when things at he and Jane's home had become bad. His parents... they did not approve of most things. One of the few things they did approve of was corporal punish.

He felt like he might vomit thinking of what all was being done to them now. He tried to apologize to them multiple times, but every time he did, he felt Liak's grip around his throat and his voice whispering the question, I wonder if I actually need the two of them at all? If they don't fall into line, I suppose it wouldn't hurt my plans too much to simply be rid of them. What do you think Price?

Price was long passed the point of being able to question if he was in over his head. He knew for a fact that he was, but there was nothing he could do about it now, at least nothing that wouldn't get the two most important people in the world to him injured or worse. He felt that grip around his throat again moments after snapping at the Incubus. Do I need to remind you about my opinion on distractions Price? Should I show you how easily they can be removed from the equation entirely?

'N-no!' He was shaking now, his blood cold as ice, 'I'm getting the cards now, just leave them alone.' Much better. Liak said as Price's hand turned the knob and he walked inside. It wasn't hard to find the cards and stash them. People didn't expect anyone to get passed the door to the room, and so didn't actually put much thought into properly hiding or otherwise security their property inside the room. Liak laughed at this as Price easily pocketed nearly an entire deck's worth of valuable cards, self loathing washing over him for the fiftieth time that week alone.

Once he had everything, he turned to leave the room, only to find to his dismay that a man was in the doorway. Not quite a security guard, but the closest thing to it the boat had. He wasn't very big, slim and rather cute actually. 'Liak, can we get through this without-' He couldn't even finish the question before Liak had control of his body. He snapped his fingers and the security guard was pulled into the room, the door shut behind him.

Liak summoned Slut Shackles, a trap card used in Sex Monsters. They appeared now much like a duel spirit might, binding the limbs of the guard who had begun to struggle and panic. Liak waved his hand and the NK Queens were upon him, ripping his clothing off and hitting him. They've softened him up for you, Liak whispered as Price was put back in control, Now break him so he can't say anything.

Price looked up to his spirits. They looked just as upset about what they assumed Price had made them do as Price was about what he was being made to do. He wasn't sure his duel spirits would ever look at him like they used to again, and he wasn't sure how much he could blame them for it. He walked over to the guard. He was still struggling, but less so now as he was weak from the beating. He hoped he could get this over quickly. He just wished he forget about all of this.