CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER 18: FRATERNITY PART 5.

Troy is goofily entranced by standing in front of Indayra.

The cold, incredulous stare of the Doll like damsel, sinks into Troy’s mind, captivating further the already enamoured young man.

Love at first sight is not rare, Gagk’Xannia fall for N’Ïrk after meeting him, and now, she is happily following her boyfriend to the attendant’s desk.

He puts a Gold Coin on the counter.

The lady sitting rise both eyebrows, blinking in disbelief a few times. Doubting if the object is real.

Yet, she dares to touch it, is her duty, but the hesitation remains lingering. One million Silver Coins can give a more than nice life to anyone, even in a Hidden, Advanced or Normal City.

Sensing the residual Empiric Energy within the object, the attendant is in awe.

Coins can be falsified. However, similar to living organisms, they have a specific Frequency, linked yet separated.

Closing her eyes she can corroborate the authenticity of the item. Empiric Energy is able to shows a mental image related to the intrinsic value of the object.

Ten Thousand Millions of Tin Coins is enough to purchase a Mansion. Which is the visualization in the attendant’s mind.

"A moment please". She clanks her heels on a metal plate bellow the desk, smiling politely at N’Ïrk, concealing her concern as she has a light tremble while covering the Gold Coin with both hands.

From the back of the tent, comes the sound of high heels resonating dimly, but evenly over the grass.

This oddity drags everyone’s attention to the responsible.

A voluptuous woman glides through the back entrance. Her hourglass figure, has dark brown skin and metalized dark magenta hair with pastel coral underhair tied in a high ponytail.

She wears a tight black uniform with purple shades, accentuating her silhouette with the unnecessarily large cleavage shown by her massive womanly attributes.

Confidence and stern severity is dazzling on her direct gaze, enhancing her mature sharp face. Black sclera eyeballs, slit constricted pupils, and the dark beige irises glowing with menacing intensity. Almost overshadowing the thick plump meaty, dark amethyst lips.

"Do you understand when you have to call me?". The tranquil yet sharp intonation stiffens the attendant, who straightenes her back as she nods once, rising slightly her hands to not make evident the golden shine of the Coin.

"I see". She turnes to the couple. "My name is Hát’Thöry Verfhüren. You can think of me like the Treasurer, and Supervisor of new members joining the Fraternity".

She literally pulls a tablet out of her sleeve, a pocket dimension is not rare, but the item itself surprises the lovers.

"I don’t want to be rude. But before i accept and authorize your presence in the Fraternity. I have to scan your Frequency and Storage Capacity. We give the Rank only to those who possess the prowess to exhibit it. No matter how much you (Pay) Cooperate".

Hát’Thöry extends her arm, putting the black glass of the tablet closer to the couple. The contour of a hand is on the screen, and N’Ïrk is quick to move. "That’s assuring".

Gagk’Xannia repeats the action made by her boyfriend, both waiting for Hát’Thöry’s approval.

The Treasurer’s eyes widen momentarily, twitching in bewilderment without affecting her serious bearing.

"Harvester N’Ïrk. Bloomer Gagk’Xannia. I, Harvester Hát’Thöry, welcome both of you to the Prepper’s Fraternity".

{How does she know our Names?}

"I know what is bothering you, Harvester N’Ïrk. Be at ease. Your Frequency is linked to the data base of the Intercultural Academy. This facilitates and speeds up the application process, partially preventing espionage between Fraternities".

{That is disturbingly concerning}

"Understood, Harvester Hát’Thöry. Do i have to pay my respect, to the Fraternity’s Head?".

"That custom is not necessary. You are not in an Outpost anymore, Harvester N’Ïrk. And, the Foreman hasn’t arrived yet. But we will have a long meeting this «Proto Quiuni of Darón’Thûll» at 27:30. I suggest you two attend on time. A late arrival can be badly seen by Harvesters and Bloomers alike. Yet. Don’t miss this reunion. The penalization for a Harvester’s absence is 2.5K Silver Coins".

"How strict". Murmurs Gagk’Xannia, her smile brightening as she hugs N’Ïrk. "How do we add new members?. Just in case you are not around, Harvester Hát’Thöry".

"The Fraternity’s Building has Scan Pads in every outer entrance. After scanning the possible member. Anyone of 4° Rank and above, can authorize the addition. However. You must have prior Cooperation to compensate for the entrance fee".

Hát’Thöry takes and stores the Gold Coin that the attendant was custoding. While N’Ïrk gives two additional Gold Coins, not wanting to have a limited budget.

"The Sponsorship can be legated?. I prefer if My Boyfriend has control over the eight spots i am entitled to administrate".

Gagk’Xannia’s tone is high, catching the interest of the people in the tent.

"Yes, you can, Bloomer Gagk’Xannia. I make the change at once". Hát’Thöry has a dim smirk, her intonation is attractive and showy, working on her tablet to enrich the plot executed by the Girly Tomboy.

{Looks like i really need to discipline my Lioness}

The Lovers return to the group, ogled by all the people waiting for the opportunity to be Sponsored.

Indayra and Troy continue with their gazes locked on the other. The former is annoyed, and the latter remains on cloud nine, his brain still malfunctioning, too absorbed on seeing his crush to care about anything else.

This changes with an alarm, Troy’s wrist watch is quickly silenced, and his attitude has a sudden turn. Much more composed, losing his goofy smile, and replacing it with plain but courteous seriousness.

"I have to go. My shift will start in half an hour. It was a pleasure to meet you, all. Give me some pointers later, N’Ïrk".

*Hahaha*. "I will try, Troy".

The young man leaves the tent, and the tall Girly Tomboy wants some attention, pecking her boyfriend’s earlobe.

"N’Ïrk. Can we go and check how is your Deck in the Fraternity?. I would like to see how much space is available, before visiting the Mall to aquire the furniture, and arrange a few rooms before i have to go".

"Go?". *Oh*. Right!. The Lunch with your Aunt. Sure thing My Lioness. Let’s take a look"...