I lay back, the Medusa had long left with her pussy dripping wet and her snakes blushing even worse than her. I left her completely wanting for later play and discipline. My mind was wandering.
I could not help it; the way that the Delegates moved might mean harm to me in the future. With the Pirates plundering out in the sea, I was the person who fenced their goods. Fencing those goods leads back to me, and it would be better to hide the numbers and finally cut off the Necromancers than to allow them to be tied to us.
The Necromancers were good to us, though, and I made many tons of silver and gold at this point. Only the cost of delivery and warehousing fell to me, and the goods were essentially free, given the reagents I sent back. Losing them was akin to losing a massive income stream, but-
Was cutting them off the best?
For years, our relationship worked for the betterment of both of us, and cutting them off early would be a massive waste. Not only that, but doing so before any action was taken upon them was something that would, in the end, harm both our interests. Better yet, I talked with that one Lich many times, and I knew from reports that they were not the only Lich among the pirates anymore.
Many among them, dedicating themselves over the years in the Sea, started to break through with my reagents. With them gathering more strength and ships, I still sold to Carl and still had fencing issues moving all the product they plundered. I would not be surprised by the amount of power and looting happening out at sea; things would come down on their heads.
Ah.
Were they looting too much?
Although I was not privy to the reason, many in the Demon lands did not care all that much about the Sea. They used it for food like fish and pearls, but those were mostly small time. The docks were mostly full with Empire and the Beast-kin's Galleys. Which still stumped me that this world was still stuck on Galleys. Which brought me to the point that many were just considering that the Galleys were just being lost at Sea. Galleys were not adept at navigating the ocean, and, from my understanding, many of the representatives were from land-based businesses.
So they probably have been ignoring the problem with the pirates because it had not reached the top. But maybe someone from another nation might wake them up?
I did not have the information to move forward with these considerations, and I felt a particular itch.
Something was coming.
Should I turtle up?
That would lower my income but substantially decrease risk. Then again, I had another pick up with the Lich coming soon—a communication face-to-face with the Lich. I could delay things, make a larger shipment to the Lich, and delay.
Delay, though, would be annoying for both the Lich and me.
I shook my head.
"I feel like I am in a quagmire," I said aloud, annoyed. The Medusa representative was more tight-lipped than I preferred. I had been training her for a period of time for my whims, but she was still resilient. She would break soon, but not in time if they acted immediately after this Beast-kin Bunny appeared in the Demon lands.
I shook my head again.
"I'm thinking too much," I told myself, shaking off the deep thoughts. Planning around someone's planning was a good way to send yourself into the depths of insanity. I would put out feelers for this new Bunny-kin and find out what the fuck the new Ambassador wanted.
Actually.
What was the current Beast-kin Ambassador like?
These were gaps in the information I had at this point. One of the benefits of owning a brothel was that you get information said into your whores ears. The problem with the Demon Lands was that, THERE WERE SO MANY FUCKING BROTHELS.
It was something I had not thought about in this Nation, but it was a competitive business with even other Dominatrxies. I had a reputation for being brutal but amazing in the city. This was a much better reputation than one of being involved with the underworld, but I still could not help feeling annoyed.
In my past world, Prostitution was illegal, which was the most ridiculous thing a country could do to stop or lessen the amount of prostitution. Illegalizing it just pushed it into the shadows, where I would much rather it be. But in the Demon Lands, it was in the light, and many Succubi and Incubi indulged in it, as did other races. In fact, there were brothels just for mixed-race pairings, which was something that I was classified under. I picked up a couple more prostitutes, who were all good for various fetishes, but it was just enough to keep a good income going.
My thoughts were straying from things, and my mind centered on one thing—my businesses.
The only business that was taking off was the brothels for low-income women just looking for a place outside of their home. They would rent it, and men would flock to them, or the opposite. This was a very sexually liberated city, and none would change that; it was ingrained in a portion of the population and would never leave that portion of the population.
Succubi and incubi needed it for sustenance and energy to build up and grow stronger.
But something was off; others had been doing what I was doing over the past years, but all of them seemed random, and some tried to undercut me, only to end up not doing as well. They tried to skimp on other things, and I was doing it all. Why go to others when you can get all you want at the place that already has brand recognition, usually for less.
So I was utterly destroying the competition.
But that also meant someone was investing in trying to undercut me.
I felt that tingle in my head as I thought about this, and my senses sharpened as I thought about my other businesses. My Alchemy regants and General store where I was fencing goods with legitimate ones. They had not been doing as well as i thought and I felt my instincts tingle again and I could not think of why.
So I decided something. If things were going wrong with the Pirates with this New Representative, then I would drop them. If I were going to do that, then I needed to figure out all my other problems before I drop it. It might also be good to clean up those who might know too much. I had kept it nicely compartmentalized just for this, and if I was going to pull the rip cord, I better make sure it would work in the right way.
I stood, got up, and started to dress, getting myself ready.
This was going to take some time, but I was going to look into some things.
What specifically was the reason for my business not doing well? What were they doing right, and if I lost the fenced goods, should I keep these businesses open?
All of these were questions that, if I were going to protect myself, I would do it completely. I must not cut off something that did not need to be cut off, but I would cut off whatever I needed to.
It was time to check on the depths of my creation over these past few years.
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