A cold wind descended into the Baratie as the front door opened, causing a chill to run through the restaurant. Coming through the door was a strange site indeed, a large- clearly well in downed- winged man and a small blue hair girl held the door open for someone. Both were dressed in tight anime french maid uniforms. Their short frilly skirts seeming to be incredibly poor protection from the cold weather-especially in the case of the muscular winged man who appeared to be getting some sort of pleasure from the painful cold judging from his endowment being at full mast and barely contained within his frilly undergarments.




As the two strangely dressed individuals opened the door a woman appeared in the entrance-her black glass heels clicking along the hardwood floors of the restaurant as she entered. The woman looked as if she were a spirit of the snow-her skin was without blemish and as pale and bright as newly fallen snow. The purity of her skin was offset by her night black hair cascading down to her back and with bangs framing her face and piercing red eyes. If people stared, Hecate did not notice as she approached the waiter in front of her.

The blonde haired waiter was visibly fidgeting as she approached which was understandable as Hecate was dressed in only a black kimono with purple butterfly like designed etched across it that seemed to simply drape off her should ever so slightly as she watched-exposing peaks at her perfectly proportionate body underneath with no visible undergarments in site. "H..how may I help you miss?" The man stammered, his fake french accent completely gone.

"Hera." was the only thing Hecate said as she commonly used her underworld alias when attending such things. The man's eyes widened at the name-many underworld deals were conducted at the Baratie and Hecate, or Hera, being an underworld broker made her a common name at the establishment. The man led her to the table for two where Isabella was already seated.

Looking at the two maids behind Hecate the waiter would begin to apologize, "M-my apologies I can get you more chai..."

"This is fine. Would please fetch us a bottle of champagne, your best grade please." Hecate said dismissively, taking her seat as the waiter scurried off. Her two maids would kneel on either side of her as she looked at Isabella with her scarlet eyes. "So my dear, how are things?" She would say with a smirk of intrigue and playfulness, placing her napkin on her lap.

Hecate's smirk would widen at Isabella's comment, working in the sex slavery business for so long had deteriorated her morals and ability to normally recognize things usually seen as perverse and sexually explicit-seeing someone blush was a rather peculiar and funny site to her. "Oh where are our manners?" she would say looking towards her winged slave Roman. "Roman apologize to the girl for your rude behavior and then lay on your belly like a worm until I say so." Hecate would order before dumping a glass of ice water on her winged slaves head that had been left on the table.

"Yes mistress. My apologies ma'am." Roman would say submissively with his head bowed before letting out a slight moan from the cup of ice cold war dousing his skin-tightening the already rather tight maid outfit. The slave would then proceed to lay on his back to hide his large erection, instead exposing his rather large assets and revealing the fact that he was also wearing a matching white lace thong underneath his maid outfit.

If Isabella continued talking about her placement from there, Hecate would listen while twirling a piece of her long black hair-only looking away from Isabella when the waiter came by to drop off her champagne filled glass. Once the woman finished, Hecate would take a sip of champagne before saying, "The starting position will suffice for now, as long as you have access to freeing the members of Fairy Tail I've entrusted to the Revolutionary Army then I can report to my boss that the deal is going well." She would pause, crossing her legs underneath the table, before continuing, "Fairy Tail's alliance with the Revolutionary Army is still very new and it took me a rather long time to convince others within our company that this was the best move. As for business on my end, Fairy Tail is continuing to increase in profit and grow in power...there are a few roadblocks that may be coming up however concerning our base of operations in Baltigo." Hecate would say before taking another drink and finishing her glass. "Rumors of challengers to the rule of of the two warlords overseeing the island are stirring within the underworld. It does not help my push for more support to the revolution when those challengers are both affiliated with us. If it continues, I may have to take some rather drastic measures myself to ensure that Fairy Tail and the underworld itself continues to ally our cause." She would finish, a glint of mischievous blood lust in her eye. She would motion to her other maid slave to pour her another glass from the bottle of expensive champagne the waiter had left on the table.

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Hecate would sip from her re-filled glass as her little slave Lolita moved to pour some of the champagne into the extra glass for the Desert Queen. "I have no doubt you will rise through the ranks swiftly darling. The marines seem to have taken the bait fully and you've no doubt impressed them. I can report that the safety of our members within the prison is secured." Hecate knew that if she did not report back good news that her boss would undoubtedly pull the project and cooperation with the revolution. They were simply a slavery ring after all working in the shadows, it wasn't their nature to full on attack the government. Hecate saw the potential for it to be so much however, Fairy Tail was full of a large base of fighters and resources and had the opportunity to grow in power so much more...under different leadership.

Placing her glass down, Hecate would dab her lips with her napkin lightly and look at the orange haired amazon, they were related somehow, both belonging to the kuja race. Hecate did not know if that was supposed to bond them seeing as she had not grown up on the Kuja island Amazon Lilly. She did feel some connection to the girl however, if not for their shared race then perhaps for their shared goal of revolution and their drive to seek power and status. It was this connection that influenced Hecate to speak about her plans for the future a bit. "I feel it's best to inform you that going forward I will most likely become your head contact," she would say while looking at Isabella directly with her blood red, demon like, eyes. "I soon will be taking over Fairy Tail completely, and when I do I'm planning on committing more chi-blockers to the project. I want the control of the prison to show the rest of the Revolution that Fairy Tail is an ally they need and to show Fairy Tail that the Revolution can bring us into...a much more profitable and powerful position." Her slaves did not even bat an eyelash and what she said, their loyalty was to Hecate first not the organization- proof of the woman's harsh command of her people.

Hecate would sip from her glass as the woman spoke. "Oh of course, of course darling. I am well aware of your loyalties," Hecate said, swirling her glass as she spoke. "We both want to hurt the Marines after all and this project will show that we can hurt them hard by working together. Our groups are not all that different in the end."

If nothing was said, Hecate would watch as the woman stuffed her hand into her boobs. She wondered if the woman was becoming aroused from all the alcohol, not a peculiar sight for Hecate in her line of work, though Isabella did not seem like the type so far. Her thoughts were quickly dashed when the orange haired amazon pulled out a piece of paper and spoke of her new contact information and security access. "Excellent, knowledge is power and all that stuff after all," she would say while taking the paper and places it within a hidden pocket near her breasts on the inside of her kimono. "With your eyes within Impel down and my eyes within the Underworld, I'm sure nothing can take us by surprise." A devious tone could be heard in Hecate's voice.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, the waiter which had sat them was pacing back and forth worried. It turns out he was not just a waiter but an employee of a competing broker within the underworld, being ordered to assassinate any big competition, which Hecate was. Upon being made aware of Hecate's appearance and meeting with a marine the waiter had been unsure of if he should try anything. Having finally made the resolution to himself, the waiter grabbed his pistol and hid it underneath his pocket within his apron. Walking towards the table where the two woman were seated with his notepad, "C..can I get you ladies any food?" Once the ladies ordered, he would he break his pencil, act like he was grabbing another one from his pocket, pull out his gun, and shoot them both and then make his get away. A perfect plan.