Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Night in HeroesWorld City was, as usual, adorned with thousands of lights – the lights of apartments where, despite the late hour, lights were still on. In one of these apartments lived Arandor, who was in a state of excitement, dialing various numbers on his phone. He paced back and forth in the luxurious room, his face sometimes lit up with a pleasant smile, sometimes with confusion. Finally, he finished his task and lay down in a warm bed, thinking about the importance of tomorrow. After the recent changes in the city, King Wesker temporarily stepped away from his duties, and eventually lost his political influence, with the title becoming more of a symbolic gesture, a tribute to tradition. He disappeared from public life, spending time either in his apartment in the city center or in a huge estate on the outskirts. Some said he was working on something important, while others believed he was simply idle. Morning arrived quickly. The sun rose over the horizon, illuminating the entire city. In one of the spacious rooms of Weskertower, an active discussion was already underway. A small group of people sat in comfortable chairs, while Arandor stood by a board and a desk, pointing at a map on the board. Next to him stood Hostor, who was helping his friend in every way possible. Arandor was interrupted by a tall, dark-haired man with a serious expression – "So, why City N?" "The thing is..." Arandor was about to express his opinion, but Hostor interrupted him. "The thing is, Silverfell, that the wildlands of City N are very interesting and have not yet been fully explored." A young, red-haired girl stood up from her chair and added to Hostor's words, "And besides, Arandor is the organizer of our trip, so it's not our place to ask questions!" Silverfell was clearly not satisfied with this answer – "I understand, but in any case, I wouldn't want to end up as breakfast for wild animals or be enslaved by Bedouins, even for free." "What's stopping us?" asked a very tall man, his dark hair braided into dreadlocks. Arandor hesitated, but tried to explain – "The thing is, to go there, you need the king's permission, and..." A guy dressed in a hooded cloak, who had been silently observing until now, suddenly jumped in – "Does the king even have any power? I thought he had stepped down from his duties a long time ago." "It's all just a facade. Wesker simply doesn't want to be bothered," explained Hostor. A brief silence followed, broken by Neyra's question – "There are only twelve of us, where is the thirteenth?" Meanwhile, two black jeeps pulled up to the building, parked in front of and behind a sports car, from which a man dressed in all black emerged. A few minutes later, Magnus was already in the room with everyone. "And here he is!" Neyra said cheerfully. Arandor was more annoyed than pleased by his appearance. "Why are you late?" he asked. A defiant answer came immediately – "Unlike the thoughtless Areg, I have already taken care of everything and obtained all the necessary documents. All that remains is to get the king's signature." "The liner departs at six in the evening, so we have just enough time to prepare and go to Wesker. Don't waste time," the organizer said gloomily. "Hostor and I will go to his apartment. Someone needs to go to the estate. Volunteers?" As planned, Hostor and Arandor went to the apartment, while Verwolke, Neyra, and Lizard, as the most "eager," had to go to the estate. The others began to take care of their own affairs. Some packed their bags, some read, some ate. Silverfell, who was already prepared, sat down to watch TV. On the local channel, with the rather peculiar name "Wesker Channel" – "either the arrogance is overwhelming, or the imagination is not enough for something original" – a biographical film-blockbuster, titled "Wesker's Girls," was currently playing, telling the story of the king's unbearable, unrequited love for the women he met in his life. The film won numerous awards, including "Best Male Role (Wesker)," "Best Screenplay (Wesker)," "Best Soundtrack (Wesker)," and many others. Silver was bored, so he decided to spend some time watching the film. Hostor and Arandor successfully reached the building where Revan's apartment was located. To their great disappointment, all the elevators in the skyscraper were out of order. Wesker's apartment was on the top floor. "How is this possible, in such a high-tech and developed city as ours? What do we do now?" Arandor grumbled. "We climb the stairs," his companion replied sarcastically. Silverfell continued to watch Wesker Channel. Now they were showing the cult series "TSOL," which tells the story of people who survived a plane crash on a mysterious island. At the moment, 68 seasons of the series had been shown, and during that time, the characters had managed to travel through time, survive a nuclear war, visit space, and encounter Necrons and Darth Vader. The trio consisting of Verwolke, Lizard, and Neyra had already arrived at the king's estate. To their surprise, there were no guards, and the gates were open. There were also no guard dogs. After a moment of thought, they entered the house without any obstacles. The rather long (and long because Verwolke photographed everything he could) journey through the estate ended at the entrance to a huge room. Entering, they saw Wesker sitting at a table, wearing large headphones and writing something in a large book, while nodding his head. The visitors interrupted the owner of the house, and explained the situation, to which he replied, "No, I won't sign it." The eyes of everyone present widened, and Verwolke began to shout indignantly at Wesker. "Where is the usual 'My Lord Wesker,' 'My Master,' and so on?" Wesker asked, laughing. "What is he talking about?" Lizard asked. The king took out an envelope with the inscription "BDSM," and then took out some photographs and showed them to the visitors. Verwolke's face turned red. Neyra and Lizard also blushed slightly as they looked at the photographs. "And yet, why don't you want to sign these papers?" Neyra asked, returning to the purpose of the visit. "My signature is not required. I opened the island to independent travelers a long time ago." Slightly disappointed, and angry at Arandor (who was no less annoyed that he had to climb so many floors, pull the handle, ring the doorbell, and only find that the owner of the house was not there), the guys left the estate and headed towards the city, teasing Verwolke along the way. By six o'clock in the evening, everyone was already on the liner and ready for a long, exciting expedition to City N!