Not well

Gangers did not have good lives; in fact, as a general rule, they had short lives that usually had violent ends to them. This was due to the simple fact they were all either killing each other over the scraps to be scavenged in the underhive or the underhive's lack of maintenance causing huge structure problems. Which for the gangers meant it was entirely possible for the floor they were standing on to collapse, leading to them falling a good fifty feet before snapping their necks on the next level.

So sufficed to say **** and **** were the cornerstones of ganger life, and if they went without either for too long, they got old as they figured something worse than usual was about to happen. So imagine their surprise when Demonettes, the lowest form of Slaanesh demon, began to roam among them. To say they weren't expecting them was an understatement, as no one was usual stupid enough to add that flavor of **** to the underhive.

With this new threat roaming the underhive, several of the small gangs found themselves fighting not for their lives as usual but for their very souls. The Demonettes use their foul abilities over pleasure to try and sway the gangers to their side. Those that had faith fought them with everything they had but found themselves underequipped to deal with lesser demons of Slaanesh, as despite being demons of pleasure, the Demonettes were also demons of pain, and they showed that with their dismantling of the few faithful gangs that were in the under hive.

It was not long after the slaughter of the faithful that those tempted gangs were under the Demonettes sway. The killed the weak in the gangs that swore loyalty to them, using the pain of their slow deaths to fuel their power and then using their skills at pleasure to keep those useful in the gang loyal to them. With a small army of corrupted gangers now under their control, the Demonettes led a violent war in the underhive against those out of their reach, slowly building up their numbers and strength until several of the sectors beneath the hive city were under their control. Then, as the Demonettes final act before they left to go back to the warp, they had the gangers under their sway and built a giant shrine to Slaanesh before engaging in an orgy so debauched that most died from the excess of pleasure, but those that survived had been twisted into champions of Slaanesh.

As the debauchery of the Demonettes was going on, Gisben and his creation were in his hideout in the maze of air ducts. Gisben had tried to convince his creation to once again perform her beautifully bella, but she had denied him such wonderous sights and was concerned with her creator's life as their last outing out of Gisben's hideout had gotten him wounded, and she hadn't even been performing that long when it had happened, showing her just how dangerous it was to be outside of the ducts for Gisben for any length of time, much less the time it would take to see her perform.

"But my most beautiful ballerina, I must see you perform." Gisben said, begging once again for his creation to perform. So that he may gaze upon her beautiful form as she danced and twirled upon the stage, showing off her skills in a dazzling performance. His creation let out a sigh and turned towards him.

"Master, we can't do such things; it is not safe, and I will not risk you." The ballerina stated with finality. Gisben was going to try once again despite knowing the futility of it; his desire to see her perform was just that great. But before he could do that, the voice in his mind spoke up to tell him of some rather good news.

"Well, my dear Gisben, it looks like I come through for you once again. As that little friend I made during your little expedition to get parts for your creation has been very busy and has gotten herself a little fort that I believe your creation can use for her performances." The voice said, sounding like a loving father this time around.

Gisben was more than able to put aside his annoyance at the voice changing itself at such good news. "My beautiful creation, I have just gotten the most wonderful news: the voice that gave me the method to create you has informed me that there is a stage for which it will be safe for me to watch you perform on." Gisben said escatic at the thought that his problems had been solved so easily.

His creation, meanwhile, was far more suspicious but was willing to check it out, and if the stage was a trap, she could kill all who dared to ambush her master and then take him back to the hideout once they had all been dealt with. Now with a sensible plan for if it all went wrong, at least for the ballerina's standards, she responded to Gisben. "I will check out this supposed safe stage but the first hint of danger, and I will not hesitate to bring you backstage or not." The ballerina said to Gisben's rabid nods.