Her lackluster reaction gets him to hit her a few more times before he gathers up his clothes, gets dressed and leaves.

And that's how it goes, during business hours. A nigh-constant rotation of men with the girls only given enough time to clean themselves off and return to their rooms before another comes. A new man every hour, for each of them, on average. A new man every twenty minutes, when it is really busy, though today isn't a busy day.

None of the men stand out. One after another they all mostly just seem to be boring assholes looking for some easy relief.

And then business hours end, late into the night. The bouncers come up and each take a turn with... one of a pair of identical twins, the girl in room six plus one of the girls from the display-cages downstairs, who look just like each other. They drag the other twin into room six with her sister and fuck them side by side.

And then the bouncers leave, locking up the building behind them, leaving the girls alone for the night.

The truly tragic thing is that, you really don't need... all this... to offer easy relief to men like that. But then, the sort of woman who'd do this willingly would be loathed by Osirian culture. The sort of man who's naturally inclined to be courteous to his disposable pleasures is exactly the sort of man Osirion teaches to avoid those pleasures, and the women who offer them, entirely. What's left? Women who've been taught to hate to be willing and men who've been taught to hate themselves.

It's so needlessly horrible. Everyone could get everything they're getting from that horribleness without the horribleness. It would be easy. It's not like Osirion doesn't already know how, either! Same-sex relationships are mostly fine! Gamila actually has very few complaints about how Osirion does those! If the entirety of Osirion's 'let's make Axis on Golarion' culture isn't a huge lie, the only barrier to having heterosexual relationships work like homosexual ones would be birth control! But Gamila knows damn well that's not what's going to happen if and when she solves the puzzle.

One step at a time.

Taking a breath to let her mental rant go, Gamila peeks out into the hall, then silently slips around the corner to peek into room six.

A pair of identical naked young women are sobbing softly on each other's shoulder.

"...can't ...another day of this."

"Menk'll find us. We just have to stay strong."

"We don't even know if he's alive. Father might have had him killed."

"Father follows the rules. He wouldn't."

"We never should have-"

"If it worked we'd be free."

"It was never going to work."

"Then maybe father's right."

"Don't say that."

"No, no, I can't- He wins, okay? He wins."

"Godsdamnit..."

"Please. He's coming tomorrow. If not then, who knows when we'll get another chance."

"...alright. Alright."

Huh. So the fraud thing was real.

That doesn't actually change any of Gamila's feelings about this, though. If anything it's confirmation. It sounds like Nye is doing the sexual equivalent of punishing a child who snuck a treat by forcing them to eat more treats until they puke. That...

Gamila trembles in rage, and isn't even sure why, until her thoughts catch up: Because that whole mode of punishment is deliberately about taking a good thing you don't want someone to have, and ruining it for them. On purpose. As the goal of the punishment. That... is the worst form of destruction that exists. The destruction of desire. Destroying a person's sexual desires is worse than murdering them, worse than torturing them; Gamila feels that in her bones.

Well. In the morning, she'll apparently get her chance to... get revenge. To put it in Calistrian terms.

Gamila sneaks back to room five and arranges the pillows into something she can sleep on.

And then, when she wakes, she prays for her next round of divine spells.

Barbed Chains, Shadow Trap, Blessed Fist, Sow Thought.

Bull's Strength, Flickering Lights, Charm Person.

...

Gagarus wipes his brow as he strides up the narrow street and steps into the shadowed interior of his newest business venture.

It had been a mild ordeal to look up all the relevant legal codes and realize just how slovenly the prior owner had been. It irks him that he's had to eat the cost of that disparity, but it had been a rushed transaction and he hadn't had time to do the proper research beforehand. But when opportunity knocks, sometimes you have to leap without looking. If only his daughters hadn't then gone and made things even worse-

As he steps inside, he nods to the first of his new bouncers. "Has there been any trouble?"

"No sir," the wiry man replies.

"Is Kavar in?" Gagarus asks.

"Yes sir. Arrived not a few minutes ago, he did."

"Excellent, I will see myself up."

Gagarus puts action to words and crosses the lounge to the staircase in the rear. His eyes slide over the currently-empty cages, not liking to look upon them. He climbs the stairs and arrives at the third floor.

Site-Manager Kavar stands. "Gagarus, sir! Welcome."

"Good morning, Kavar. How has business been?"

The discussion of the bookkeeping carries on for a short while.

Gagarus insists that Kavar use identifying numbers only, no names, to refer to the slaves. And Gagarus doesn't know which numbers are assigned to-

"Father!" a sudden cry comes, from the stairwell.

Gagarus grimaces as a pair of identical naked young women rush into the office, followed shortly by the bouncer.

"I'm terribly sorry sirs!" the bouncer says, moving toward the twins. "I didn't hear them moving around until they were already up the stairs. I'll remove them immediately."

Gagarus scowls, nods, and averts his eyes. He is irked that his daughters are inflicting themselves on him in their current state.

"Father, wait! Please!"

The bouncer, a more dexterity-focused fighter than his colleague, struggles a little to drag the pair of young women out of the room.

"Please father! You were right! You were right! We're sorry! We're so sorry! Please! We've learned our lesson! We understand! Please forgive us, father! Don't leave us here!"

Those foolish girls. They clearly do not understand. It would be cruel to leave them with that false hope, so he supposes he has a duty to explain. He gestures at the bouncer. "Hold, please."

The bouncer stops.

Gagarus forces himself to look at his daughters, his ever so troublesome twins. He sighs. "Girls, you must understand what you have cost me. The marriages I had arranged for you were necessary for a set of key acquisitions I had bargained for. When you sullied yourselves with that... foreigner, you set me back years. This is not a punishment, girls. This is merely what is necessary to recoup some fraction of my losses. This is the only value you still have to your household, so I think you'd best get used to it."

He sees the devastated looks on their faces, and turns away with a huff, angry. How dare they try to make him feel guilty for doing the financially sensible thing? He waves at the bouncer to proceed.

The office is suddenly plunged into twilight.

For the first instant, one's brain might fool them into thinking that it was merely that a cloud had passed in front of the sun, but that impression can only last for a round at best. The darkness... flickers, rising and falling, the room dimming and brightening in a jagged jitter of illumination that is both unpredictable and disorienting.

The twins pull free of the bouncer but can only sink to the ground to steady themselves and each other. The bouncer, suddenly very worried, goes for his weapons: a pair of short, nimble swords. He turns and shouts down the stairs. "Butet! On me!"

"What in all the world's Chaos is happening?!" Gagarus demands.

The other bouncer, a large burly man with a club mace, vaults up to the doorway and stumbles, eye's wide at the flickering darkness that fills the office.

The first bouncer backs toward the stairs. "I don't know sir, but we should vacate to a more defensi-"

"WHAT IS THAT?!" Site-Manager Kavar shrieks.

"Wha-"

A figure rises out of the flickering shadow, standing silhouetted against the window, standing tall upon the large desk to loom over all of them. It is black on black, the color of bubbling tar under moonlight, too dark to see anything but the outline, but the outline is of a beautiful naked woman.

(Attack: 20)

The light around her, it, suddenly fragments, shearing like a broken mirror, wiping away the apparition from their sight. A second later, there is a cry of pain as the skinny bouncer flies forward, the apparition's fist buried in his spine.

"Kill it!" Gagarus yelps. "Kill it!"

The big guy roars and swings at the apparition with his club.

(Attack: 12)

It whiffs through the air, striking nothing, like trying to strike shadow itself.

The wiry guy twists around stiffly, seizing at the pain in his back before managing to bring his paired swords to bear.

(Attack: 10)(Attack: 16)

The first slash isn't close, but on the second, he's sure he's about to land a blow on the apparition. Only, at the last second the lightless form moves unnaturally, supernaturally, the strike that should have hit instead passes harmlessly between her limbs.

Meanwhile, the site-manager crawls under the desk. Gagarus makes a break for the stairs, fleeing.

Gamila didn't know she could do that, whatever that last dodge was.

The air breaks again, and the dark apparition vanishes out from between the two bouncers. It reappears fifteen feet away with a clear line of sight on Gagarus and hisses, "Shadow Trap."

(Will Save: 9)

Gagarus reaches the doorway, only to be yanked back by some invisible force. He's stuck, and can't escape!

The burly guy closes the distance to the apparition and comes down on her with an overhand smash.

(Attack: 3)

He takes his eyes off her as he roars, not even aiming, just swinging as hard as he can at the spot he remembers her being in when he leaped. His club smashes into the sandstone wall, and the dark apparition isn't there anymore.

(Attack: 18)(Attack: 1)

The wiry guy comes in with two more desperate slashes. Again, the first one, he's sure it should have hit, but at the last instant the shadow moves like it isn't quite real, and the slash hits nothing. He overbalances and his second slash doesn't even go in the right direction.

(Attack: 16)

Another dark fist crashes into the wiry guy with far, far more force than it should. Something in his guts ruptures, and agony spreads through his innards.

The wiry guy goes down and doesn't get up again.

(Will Save: 9)

Gagarus struggles against the Shadow Trap, now terrified, but can't break free.

(Attack: 21)

The remaining bouncer hurls himself at the dark apparition, swinging his club in with all his might. It hits. There is a satisfying thud of impacted flesh as the dark apparition let's out a wheezed grunt of pain and is tossed off its feet.

"Barbed Chains," the dark apparition snarls.

A pair of spiky golden chains erupt from nowhere and shoot toward the burly bouncer.

(Attack: 18)(Attack: 25)

Both chains stab into the burly bouncer's chest and rip through his body, tearing his flesh apart as they go and spraying viscera all over the sandstone.

The burly bouncer lets out a choked gurgle, before collapsing to the floor in a pool of blood.

The twins scream.

Gagarus throws himself against the pull of Shadow Trap like a cornered animal.

(Will Save: 5)

It is futile, he's bound in forces beyond his comprehension. Helpless. He backs up as far as he can staring at the dark apparition in wide-eyed terror. "What are you?! What do you want?!"

The dark apparition bends over slowly and picks up the wiry bouncer's swords.

Swords in hand, it stalks toward Gagarus.

"Chaos," it whispers.

(Attack: 19)(Attack: 16)

Then it plunges both swords into his chest.

Gagarus takes 15 total points of damage and dies immediately.

He slides off the swords and his corpse tumbles down the stairs, loudly flopping and rolling until it reaches the second-floor landing with a splat.

The twins are huddling in a corner, holding each other. Site-Manager Kavar is still under the desk.

Killing the site-manager is actually a tough call. He's complicit, but a lot of people are complicit in a lot of things. She doesn't know him to be at the root of any travesties.

Gamila walks around the desk to get sight on him, and murmurs, "Sow Thought."

(Will Save: 5)

And Kavar has a brilliant idea to save his own life.

"W-w-wait wait wait! I c- I can show you where Gagarus keeps the proceeds! I can give you all the money please don't kill me!"

    "Not. Good. Enough," the dark apparition whispers in a loud hiss.

"I swear I'll never speak of this??!??!?" Kavar tries.

    The dark apparition shakes its head and brandishes a sword.

Kavar makes a hysterical noise. "W-w-wait wait!!! I can... give the slaves...? The money...? I'll give them the money and 'forget' to report them missing!"

Kavar's eyes are screwed shut in fear. When he doesn't feel steel pierce his flesh, he slowly cracks open one eye to take a peek.

Ordinary daylight has returned to the office.

The dark apparition is gone. Only the corpses on the floor remain as evidence of her presence.

A few streets over, Gamila unPrestidigitates herself and then uses her last Charm Person to beg a cloak off of a kindly old woman who looked likely, making up a very vague story about a laundry mishap that an unCharmed old lady probably would never have believed.

She hopes the last thought she Sow'd on the site-manage holds: that if the girls send him out to acquire them clothing, he should actually do that rather than running to the Eyes. But she's not leaving that to chance. She hides on the nearby rooftops and watches.