A strategy meeting.

"What, what was that?!" you stammer, looking around wide-eyed into the darkness.

"Memories," he answers, coming to stand before you. "Memories of this place. From when it was first born to how it came to be now. But that is not why we are here. We are here to plan our next move. Our breach into this land." Clapping his hands, he manifests a high-backed throne behind him and takes his seat. "Pull one up. This might take a while, so better get comfortable."

It takes you several attempts, but you eventually manage to call a shoddy looking stool to you. Djal pinches the bridge of his nose and gives you a brief overview of the powers you've developed since having three thralls, including that if you have a basic understanding of a language, the more times you sleep with someone who knows that language, you'll absorb their knowledge of it. So by the time you wake up, you'll at least able to stumble through a conversation. With his guidance, you summon up a decent looking couch. You're feeling a little proud of yourself, but when you turn around, you see that he's pulled up a massive television screen with several pictures and his symbol spinning in the corner, and you blow a little raspberry at him.

"This is how I think we should proceed," he says, making the photo of Dominique larger, and her particulars come up on the screen beside her. "She should be our priority. Much like Virginia, she has some influence, and given how she's already hooked Terrence, we could use that cunning and her contacts. She has resources she can spare, I'm sure."

"I don't know," you reply, tapping your fingers on your couch. "Terrence has his eye on her and I don't think it would sit well with him if we were to put the moves on her. He could arrange to make my life difficult and find any way to make sure I never work with this client ever again."

Djal nods sagely. "Yes. Yes, he does have rank over you. What about this one then?" Agathe's picture comes into view. "She, much like yourself, is no longer innocent to the machinations of business and relations. Perhaps we can see how committed she is and as we rise, we can make sure she does too."

You shake your head at him. You remember how nervous and uncomfortable she was around your team after you had that break during the meeting. Maybe it would be best to keep her out of it. "What about Venus? If she's popular around here, she'd know people. And their secrets."

"A common harlot. Enjoy her as you wish, but she is of no consequence" he scoffs, scratching his temple. "Although, if you had all of them, and their mistress... you might be onto something. But the time and connections that would take..." He rubs his chin in thought as the pictures of Dominique, Agathe and the four escorts slowly revolve around the screen.

You're practicing summoning various items when he mumbles loudly "I wonder..." The pictures of Dominique and Terrence fill up the screen. "What if we didn't get in his way?" he frowns deeply. "What if, we helped him bed this woman? Would he be gracious enough to be indebted to us?"

"You want us to wingman for him?"

"If that is what it is called now, yes," he says, getting out of his throne. "We could 'wing man' for him, and perhaps he would not be gracious, but he does know how to return a favor. He'd make for a better ally than an enemy, don't you think?"

Before you can answer him, the world around you begins to vibrate and shake in waves. It comes in four pulses, a pause, four pulses, a pause. Over and over again, the same pattern. "Time for you to wake," Djal says, walking away from you, as the pulses grow stronger and stronger, knocking you off your seat. "Make your choice, partner. And we will see our empire's borders grow one land more."