what starts as an interview
the doorbell rings. five yells for someone to answer it, momentarily forgetting that she told everyone to stay in their rooms until they were told otherwise.she had an interview to conduct and she did not want any interruptions, that was why the brothel was closed for the after noon. she would lose out on some money, sure, but she would reopen and stay open later into the night to accommodate her more impatient and regular patrons. sighing as the doorbell resounded through out the manor again she stood. heels clicking on the marble floor she went to answer her own door, something she was not accustomed to. the sheer black fabric of her kimono was inlaid with gold filigree around the hem of her sleeves and at the bottom. it did nothing to cover up the pale skin clad only in a silk night gown of the same design. she opens the big mahogany doors. standing there is a dapper young gentleman who she looks at deeply, seeming to undress him with her eyes, which he takes note of as he blushes, and it sends a chill down her spine. five purrs, and with a lavish flick of her arm welcomes him in. he gaps at the extravagantly furnished foyer he has just entered. five owns one of the most well kept homes in the borrow, well if you can call it a home. she sashayed her hips past hi, knowing he would follow her back into the den she reserved for first timers, business endeavors, and hosting guests. it was the room she had been in moments before opening the door. she seats herself on the upholstered couch, arranging herself with her knees bent off to the side taking up the rest of the couch. posing, almost as if he is going to paint her and not ask her questions. she raises an eyebrow and motions for him to sit in a chair in front of her so they can both indulge in the view of the other. then she nods, meaning he can start.
"state your full name, please"
"mmmph", five pouts. "what a boring question. if you didn't already know my name you wouldn't be here", she says. this is her being kind as she was trying to be well behaved at the moment. but then again behaving was never her strong suit and she had a very different definition of the word than most anyway. the blonde sighs, recognizing this as a formality. "fine. my name is five. just five. but most people around here will be heard calling me mistress, mama, goddess, and a number of other things, including some that they scream in rapture so often you would mistake their words for my name when they aren't even close", she says with a devilish grin. she looks the male over again, watching his every move, loving the way he seems to squirm under her gaze and fumble into his next question.
"no offense meant, but what are you, human, alien, monster.."
amber eyes blinked, already five was lost in thought over how best to get this man undressed. he had no idea how grateful she was that he was actually good looking. five loved cute things, and this man was handsome but in a soft way, he kind of reminded her of dito. the thought made her wince. she didn't like to think about her former disciple. he had sided with her sister zero and killed her. he was the one who had dealt her the finishing blow. lucky for her she had wound up here whole and alive. she had loved him. love, it was not a word she used often but she had used it for dito and meant it. usually it was just a word but not with him. she had truly cared for him. for someone who could have any lover she wanted, to keep coming back to him was the highest of praise that she could give. perhaps she had not been the best intoner to work under sometimes, though she was sure she was the best one to work under. the fact still remained that every time he had told her he hated her she had not believed him. no she did, and the thought of him hurt. her eyes hardened. now she really wanted this man if only to conquer him and forget about dito. "i'm gorgeous obviously. nothing else matters. but if you must know, i'm an intoner." she doesn't go into what that means though, it's no one's business. not here. not now. the flower is gone so it doesn't matter.
"what is your dominant hand"
the slight venom that saturated her tone moments before evaporates as she turns all sultry and sweet once more. though some of her sisters would say 'slutty and stupid'. well they could kiss her beautifully sculpted ass. actually. she would enjoy that very much, and stomach muscles clenched at the thought. she turned back to the journalist though, wondering how many questions it would be before he fell victim to her charms. he already looked rather bothered as she shifted on the couch every now and again making it so that her glorious bosom was highlighted by the way she placed her arm and arched her back and fixed her hair. "well i have been told that i am a master with both of my hands. why don't you come over here and find out. i'm a master with other things too though", she says with a giggle and a wink. the look of shock on his face is priceless, adorable, fulfilling. but she aches for him to fill her in other ways. but for now she can quell her lust after all she needs a good review on this interview for the brothel. though she has no doubt that she will get that and more by the end of all this.
"when you go to wash off, what do you clean first"
"sex in the shower sounds nice. oh that wasn't what you asked. opps. um, let's see when i shower i like to wash my girls first", she says as she looks down at her chest then back up at him. she takes them in her hands and says, "they have to have ample attention. they deserve it though, no? i mean just look at them all round...and perky". her pause was punctuated by her caressing her boobs in each of her hands, playing with them and making herself excited as well as the man before her. she watched as he licked his lips and she smiled. who could be immune to her charm. well she knew a few people. her so called sisters. she lusted over them, knowing it was wrong. some more than others. zero she lusted after because the woman hated her and hate sex was glorious. one, because she thought she was so perfect and five wanted to see what her brand of perfection tasted like. two because despite her tomboy demeanor at times, five found her the most gorgeous and she detested that two had found love in her disciple and she wanted nothing more than to ruin that or at least know what it was like to make love to her. three was said to be a freak when she got going and that intrigued five. but four, four was the one that five secretly adored. of course, right the prude. the virgin. the one she couldn't have was the one she wanted most. it was signature five.
"i assume you've eaten today, what was the last thing you had
"ooooo", five shudders at the memory. she smiles lost in her own memories of resounding moans filling her ears and the heated body of the woman beneath her, the feeling of her nails digging into skin, and the taste of her on five's lips. "well, her name was...hm, what was it... oh right. eliza. eliza was the last thing i ate and she enjoyed it oh so much. as did i". five laughs at the look on the young man's face as he seems to pale in his seat. of course she knew that was not at all what he meant, but he didn't specify and that was in fact the last thing five had allowed into her mouth. so he got what he asked for.
"upon walking into your chambers what would one find"
shoulders shrugging, it caused the sheer black fabric to fall revealing the pristine and glowing skin beneath. five shifts some more, this time removing her long legs off the couch entirely and sitting up with her bare legs stretched out before her, towards the male sitting in front of her. she revealed in his eyes taking her in, traveling up the length of her long legs. only to have him clear his throat and repeat the question, this time with a stutter. five smiles. "you would find numerous articles of clothing, usually of the undergarment variety. some mine and others not. in the trash you would see well, i'll just let you imagine what you would find there. if you wanted to see my bed room all you had to do was say so though." this time it is her turn to lick her lips, slow and deliberately. her legs which were crossed at the ankles part. if he looked closely enough, he might find that she was wearing no underwear at the moment though.
"with whome were the last people to which you spoke"
this one she actually has to think about, as she store things like that away often, and she doubts moaning counts as talking though she likes the former far more. realizing that the last five people she spoke to were actually members of one of the gangs here in the barrows, ones threatening her. they were thugs who wanted a cut of her profits because her brothel was in their turf. that had not gone well for them. she had killed them without batting an eye. she couldn't very well go and tattle on herself now could she. so instead she just murmured, "i don't live in the past. i'm only concerned with the next five people i talk to." and by that she means the next five people she beds.
"where are you from"
answering this question is difficult. their are vague and fuzzy memories in the depths of her mind of a hometown. of a home. of growing up with her sisters. but she can not make any of them out. not really. they are ephemeral. almost as if they were all dreams. the truth of the matter is, five didn't have a home town. she was not born but created. the intangible memories she carries of being a child are all made up. zero was real once. the others, well they were all created from her by the magic of the flower that had possessed zero to try and end the world. instead she had fought it, killed her sisters who were the fail safes and then had herself killed. but five doesn't know any of that either. "i don't know", she says and as of yet it has been her least enthusiastic response.
"when did you began feeling romantically drawn to others"
blonde locks cascade off to the side as she tilts her head in wonder. are these questions meant to see how fit she is to be a brothel owner? why do people always seem to think she is unfit for things? she maybe be somewhat lazy, but not nearly as much as three. she maybe flighty but not as much as two. she may not be a genius like one but she is not as naive as four. people seem to think that since she is the youngest she is the stupidest. she does tend to think with her vagina more often than not. but she is no idiot. no one needs to know how smart she really is, how cunning, how manipulative. no one needs to know how she moved the gangs in the area around like chess pieces on a board or putty in her hand to get them to bend to her whims and whishes. she takes care of business, shouldn't that be all that matters. all of this was besides the point though. "i have been a sexual deviant as far back as i can remember." this is true. intoners have huge insatiable sex drives, she has no idea how four contains hers, but five is the worst of them all. she is greed and lust incarnate.
"not to be lude, but when was your first sexual encounter and with who did this take place"
laughing once more five runs her hands down her body all the way to her knees as her body shivers at the word 'sexual' falls from his tongue. "the when and who don't matter. all you need to know is i am astounding, other worldly even, at what i do. and i have every intention of showing you. after all all critics must sample the fruit to know what it really has to offer, right", and at that last word she hikes her already short nightgown higher up her legs. she is sure he has already seen the lack of underwear, she leaves nothing to the imagination. why should she, when the best one could imagine is before them and named five?
"are you currently seeing anyone"
five rolls her eyes at this. "what do you think", she says nonchalantly. as if her bed post doesn't have a vast amount of notches in it. figuratively speaking of course. because her bed is nothing short of immaculate. its one of the few things she mothers to keep up with, even though she messes it up on the regular, in between all of that she likes for it to look good for the satisfaction of messing it up all over again. she has many significant others, but none that are of any significance outside the bed room. dito was. but he isn't anymore. so yes and no. all in all the woman only has playmates. she has never done a relationship in her life and she doubts that she will ever try monogamy. the word isn't really even in her vocabulary.
"are you a positive or negative sort of person
twirling a strand of golden locks around her finger she thinks about how best to answer this question. she has never given any thought to whether or not she is a pessimist or an optimist. she really just is. sometimes she is happy and other times she is not. that doesn't mean she is depressed or views the world negatively. but the opposite could be said too. things just are for her. so in the end she just rolls her shoulders taking that the young man will know to just move on.
"if you had the ability to change into an animal what animal would you be"
"do i have a choice in the matter? because if i don't then i would say i would probably be a bunny. but if i got to choose i think i would not mind being a cheetah, maybe. sleek, gorgeous, fast, wild, and fierce." she had never given much thought to this either but once the question was asked she had an answer. she moves to the edge of the sofa, inching ever forward, towards him, as if he had a gravitational pull she could not resist.
"tell me about your family"
five nibbles on her lip. she would rather not, but if she must. she sighed. "i don't remember my parents. i only remember my sisters. there are five. they are all pieces of shit. zero is a mean piece of shit. one thinks she is better than you, so a pretentious piece of shit. two is a lame piece of shit. three is a insane and lazy piece of shit. and four, well four is the one who lies about being a piece of shit. she hides it well. but all in all still shit", she says. that is that. her sisters in a nutshell. five does not always feel that way but for the most part she does. especially about zero. even though five lusts after her oldest "sister" she hates her for killing her, or almost killing her, as dito finished her off. but she understood why now. being sent here after death had made her remember certain things, like the evil magic of the flower, but not that she was a fragmented part of zero in the first place.
what token would you be in monopoly? they is the: wheelbarrow, top hat, battleship, thimble, cannon, racecar, dog, iron, train, sack of cash, and a man on a horse.
a look of confusion graces her features. she has no clue as to what monopoly is. but she listened as the options were said. she thinks about it, a wheelbarrow would carry all of her things if she needed it to. a top hat could be made into an elegant fashion statement, of course she looked great in anything and thus knew she could pull one off. she did love a good battle, and when she had rolled over the land of the sea she had had plenty of battle ships and adored them all. though she hated sewing, preferring to just discard clothes when they became worn, thimbles did remind her of four, who would have been the one to diligent sew all their clothes back up. oh, how five loved the sound of cannon fire, it was always exciting, just like the sounds of screams in battle or moans in bed. though she was not sure what a racecar was she figured it was a faster version of cars, and she did enjoy fast things, well sometimes. the blonde had never had pets before, a dog, loyal, she might like that, though she probably would have wound up neglecting the poor thing. she continued thinking about each token on the list. trains were next on the list and something she had only become accustomed with when she arrived in the multiverse. but she liked them well enough now. who didn't like money, money got you the things you wanted and needed. as for a man on horseback, well usually five enjoyed doing the riding but who didn't like a man who could handle a horse. "i want them all", she stated after she had thought about it. after all she was a greedy girl.
"what is your favorite music"
this makes her grin again. a grin that makes her interviewer stir in his seat. "my favorite kind of music is bed room noises.", she states. at this she stands from her perch on the couch and moves to the coffee table that was sitting between them and perches herself on the corner nearest her guest. she smiles, sly like a cat. her kimino is falling even father off her shoulders now and she doesn't try to cover up. not that there is any point because it is all easily seen.
do you have any regrets
five's face grows dark and she looks off to her left. she had never regretted anything before. that is until dito had cleaved her in two. of course she had arrived here whole and well but still. he was her biggest regret, having a disloyal disciple like him. believing that she had been giving him the world and having him take it all for granted. she didn't want to talk about this though. she did not want anyone to know that his betrayal had actually stung. had more than stung, it had hurt. a part of her hated him, and five had never hated anything before, not even zero. not even now after zero had done what she did. to cover up all this though she smiled and as she did so she moved her hand from her own lap onto that of the gentleman before her. five ran her fingers up his pants leg, enjoying the way his cheeks heated and flooded with color. he quickly stumbled on to his next question. as if that was going to stop her. she was growing tired of this interview. there was something else she would much rather be doing.
the forest, the mountains, or the ocean, pick one
well this one was easy. when five and her sisters had brought peace to their land one had divided up the land so that they would all rule supreme over a piece. their own little kingdom. she choose for them really, but in the end she had chosen what each of them probably would have chosen for themselves anyway. five loved the sea. she loved the salt water smell. she loved the sand. she loved having sex with all of that surrounding her, or better yet she loved having sex in the ocean. "the ocean", she says curtly. with that she trails her hand farther up his leg.
is there anything you aspire to do"
"hm, that changes just about every minute. it really just depends", she says it but her head isn't in it. her eyes have gone the color of molten gold and she is staring quite intently at the neck of the man before her. before he can protest she has moved herself once more. this time right into his lap. five snakes her arms around his neck and brushes her fingers against the hairs back there. she can feel him grow hard beneath her as she pushes her chest into his and looks him in the eyes as she lips her lips.
five words to describe yourself"
somehow she knew this was the last question without even being told. she was intuitive like that. even if she wasn't, this would have been the last question anyway. because as if she was going to let him ask her anything else. she was done with this interview. it had been two hours, seven minutes, and thirty four seconds since the last time she had had carnal pleasures and that was far too long for her liking. "the. best. you'll. ever. have." each period was a kiss up his neck leading to his ear. no man had ever run for the hills when it came to five before. save dito, but she wasn't thinking about him now. no she was only thinking about the hands that were sliding up her thighs and under her nightgown. the heavy breath that sounded against her ear. then the crash of his lips against her's.