CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: SOUR, SPICY AND SWEET PART 6.

Æ’Vérrya observes in amazement how much attention N’Ïrk pays and puts to Evennette’s gameplay.

Initially, the Feminine Foreman thought the young man was just dazed by the novelty and exoticness of technology.

It doesn’t matter how wealthy he is, in many ways, N’Ïrk is no different from an ignorant villager.

However, the more time passes, the idea is altered, then blatantly discarded.

Even a brainless, oligophrenic airhead could understand how knowledgeable N’Ïrk is on military equipment, tactics and tribal species.

Although the young man lacks the finesse and precision of a Cathedratic Professor, his advices, tips and overall insight, are more than accurate, timely, and reliable, almost as if he predicted what was going to happen long before it actually occured.

This facilitates Evennette’s performance, allowing her to swiftly change her tactics, weapons, or positioning, depending on the obstacle, threat or enemy she is facing.

Which in turn, astonished Æ’Vérrya, because Evennette looks like a Pretty Face, with no prior practice in the field. While this is true, that doesn’t mean the damsel is unskilled, on the contrary, she is unaware of her abilities extent.

Still, the Marksmen, and even more so the Snipers, are branded as massive cowards with dishonorable techniques that lack sportsmanship.

A thought present in most members of Royal lineages and Bourgeoises Houses.

Yet, Nobles, Aristocrats, and any Governor of a City, has a different point of view, knowing how valuable a good Sniper, or a Squad of Designated Marksmen are.

The preliminarily match ends fast, to no one’s surprise, Evennette qualifies to the next phase with flying colours.

While the Caramel Bimbo mechanics and instincts are extremely good on her own.

Having a nice Coach makes a notorious difference. Especially since N’Ïrk encourages the damsel with his wise presence, silently reminding to Choco Lips, how pleasurable is the prize after she achieves the last victory, winning the Tournament.

The three go to the Dinning Room, ready to enjoy a Supper with the company of almost all the members Sponsored or Invited by N’Ïrk. With one exception. Parmella, who is in her bedroom, and refuses to come out.

This affects Vluk’Shïan, not only she cause the extreme reaction on Parmella, but during their shopping in the Mall, she carry and brought to the Deck a minibar, a microwave, and enough food for several days.

As the day before, Hát’Thöry, the Treasurer, makes her presence, accidentally entering unannounced. Because N’Ïrk give her sufficient accreditation to have unrestricted access across his Floor.

Yet, she is not alone, accompanied by two ladies, Vörnea and Kûrjhainne.

"In yesterday’s visit you transmitted bad news to me Hát’Thöry". Jokingly comments the young man. "Considering you could send me a message. I can infer this trend hasn’t changed".

"It is as you foresee, N’Ïrk". Admits the damsel slightly downcasted."I have to cancel our Doble Date".

{Something happened?. Myrrha is not by her side. And Norlan doesn’t seem like the type of man who backs off. Are they out?. Traveling?, Or is something else?}

"But if possible, N’Ïrk. Could you accept to postpone our reunion until the weekend of the next week?. Perhaps. Can we be, just you and me?".

"Of course. Do you require assistance with any trouble?".

"No, Nirk. I simply have a busy schedule".

*Oh*. "I suppose this time you wouldn’t join our table neither".

Hát’Thöry thinks for a moment. "I... , I have time...".

"Then take a seat and enjoy this marvelous meal, your friends too, if they want. My Floor will always be open to welcome you all".

Vörnea politely accepts the invitation, while Kûrjhainne’s mouth was watering since the moment she stepped into the deck, sniffing the fragrance and devouring the content of her plate within seconds.

The culinary skills of Niveilia are not less than divine, hearing compliments left and right, along filling the Dinning Room with loud but muffled. *Mhms!*. Due to how tasty is the food in the menu she prepared.

Even Å’Vría is pleased, though the presence of Æ’Vérrya, her Elder Sister, is an important deterrent to diminish the haughty arrogant demeanor, into a measured humble behavior.

This attitude remains, even when Kûrjhainne asks N’Ïrk to be part of his crew. He accepts after seeing that Hát’Thöry has no problem with her female friend showing interest in the same potential mate.

The Supper ends with full stomachs and satisfied sighs from everyone on the table.

One at the time, the members of the Fraternity start leaving the Dinning Room, having to skip the dessert, as they need to return to their respective activities or duties.

For their part, N’Ïrk, Indayra and Evennette go back to the Gaming Room, joined by Dyll’Phá and the red skinned Sisters, Æ’Vérrya and Å’Vría.

The following couple of hours, are a steamroll session rather than an actual Tournament, the opponents felt too easy for the Caramel Bimbo, a direct consequence of all the insight and comments she received from her Floormates.

Tired after the long day, Evennette is not in the mood to receive her prize, especially in front of so many witnesses.

N’Ïrk lifts and carries the damsel away, taking her to the the bedroom like a cheeky spoiled princess, letting Evennette rest in the soft mattress, smooching the chocolate lips of the lady. "Sleep well My Platinum Star".

The original plan N’Ïrk had for his night, was to have a taste of the Caramel Bimbo, and later deflower the untouched maidenhood of Indayra.

Nevertheless. A blind could see how exhausted the Frosted Witch is. Her slow movements are exempt of the swift but cold smoothness she usually portrays.

{Indayra adores to put up a facade, she must have emptied her Storage Capacity in the conflict with that «Toothpick» mentioned by Vluk’Shïan. Or perhaps she has an Artifact that increase it’s Exoticness, just like it happened to me with The Tyrant’s Grasp}

Leaving Evennette’s bedroom, and assisting Indayra to reach her own bed, N’Ïrk kisses her goodnight, not a lewd snogging, but a cozy tender peck on the Porcelain Doll’s forehead, as Indayra is using her mask.

Turning around, he sees Dyll’Phá, struggling with how protective is N’Ïrk, but knowing how savage he can become. Wondering if she could enjoy such treatment, only to shake her head, ashamed of the idea, but still with a lingering spark that is ready to be ignited...