Ssemet offered a wrist to Sseth, which the snake took for what it was. He slithered up her wrist and back on to her shoulders to get away from the more dangerous tabletops. Apparently there was a game to be had, she had observed drinking games in taverns on multiple occasions but had never taken part. Working usually meant light drinking at the most, but in ZInrah her work was not her flute. It was time to try something new.
The exotic half-breed left even though the other woman called her directly. Perhaps the other woman was another half-breed or slave and that is why she could be ignored? Ssemet knew already that in Zinrah the Dhani were the top of the food chain.
Scooping up her belongings and stowing her flute in her tightly wrapped sash the viper made her way to the table. Mug in hand, it was readily apparent she would need additional beverages to partake. Some part of her wondered if it was unwise to do so given her extreme lack of funds but if need be the viper could continue to play for coin each night after she was done at the Bastille, that would keep food in her maw until she was paid her wages. To Hai with it, she chided herself and sat down with the other Dhani. Listening to one round between the original trio Ssemet managed to intuit the point of the game.
One of the constrictors asked another, “Have you ever begged a male?”
The Dhani asked the question made an impressive, if drunken, display of being humiliated. She hissed beneath her breath. “Yes.”
Glances were exchanged between the judges. Finally Ssemet answered, “It’s false.”
The target of the question laughed, her acting seen through. “Of course it is, who would ever beg?” The loser took a big swig to drain her mug.
Ssemet sighed in relief, the game was understood and now it was time to play. Unfortunately the little viper was bad at lying if neither mizas or music was involved. The woes of a street performer. The next question was brandied at the newest viper that Ssemet had never met, “Have you ever eaten a nestmate’s pet?”
The exotic half-breed left even though the other woman called her directly. Perhaps the other woman was another half-breed or slave and that is why she could be ignored? Ssemet knew already that in Zinrah the Dhani were the top of the food chain.
Scooping up her belongings and stowing her flute in her tightly wrapped sash the viper made her way to the table. Mug in hand, it was readily apparent she would need additional beverages to partake. Some part of her wondered if it was unwise to do so given her extreme lack of funds but if need be the viper could continue to play for coin each night after she was done at the Bastille, that would keep food in her maw until she was paid her wages. To Hai with it, she chided herself and sat down with the other Dhani. Listening to one round between the original trio Ssemet managed to intuit the point of the game.
One of the constrictors asked another, “Have you ever begged a male?”
The Dhani asked the question made an impressive, if drunken, display of being humiliated. She hissed beneath her breath. “Yes.”
Glances were exchanged between the judges. Finally Ssemet answered, “It’s false.”
The target of the question laughed, her acting seen through. “Of course it is, who would ever beg?” The loser took a big swig to drain her mug.
Ssemet sighed in relief, the game was understood and now it was time to play. Unfortunately the little viper was bad at lying if neither mizas or music was involved. The woes of a street performer. The next question was brandied at the newest viper that Ssemet had never met, “Have you ever eaten a nestmate’s pet?”
