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[swarmoflies]

Characters: Sette Frummagem and anybody who's getting tied to her.
Date: During the Valentine's day event.
Summary: Sette is getting increasingly exasperated by the Queen's apparent efforts to force her to make friends.
Warnings: Sette may say some foul things. Also Deimonia is liable to try and spook her.

This wasn't the first time Sette got yanked around by the Garden's event. The first time was with Fionna, but she'd hardly had a chance to lay her head down before she was yanked away again, dragged physically towards the next person, fighting and cursing the whole way.

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[phobophage]

The cuteness was entirely lost on Deimonea as she slipped into the slumbering girl's dreams, her form becoming wisps that faded from the physical world as they coiled around Sette's head.

[swarmoflies]

Sette didn't notice the encroaching wisps, because with her eyes shut tight and little body curled up, she was already halfway down through the veil between the waking world and the dream. Unaware of what was in store for her, Sette dreamed...

Her Da's tavern was the height of the Hanghorse underworld. If you wanted to do the seedier brands of business in this town, sooner or later you'd find yourself in Nary-a-Care Frummagem's place, which gave him a finger in every pie.

It was one of Sette's favorite places in the world.

When her daily round of pickpocketing and looting was done, she'd retire to the watering hole to try and weasel a drink out of the bartender (it never worked) and sit 'round and watch the people streaming through. Her Da had warned her off stealing from the customers - "ya don't shit where you eat" - but it was great fun watching them anyway. There in the corner, a deal going down for a particularly illicit piece of contraband. There, a pair of her Da's whores - not that much older than Sette herself - flirt with the patrons and flash a bit of leg to entice them upstairs. At the door, a pair of Two-Toe lizards try to get in, but are turned away by a burly thug Nary employs as a bouncer. One of them tries to protest and gets the side of a truncheon across the nose for it.

It's a dark, seedy, carnival of moral depravity, and standing over it all, like a dark Apollonic god is her Da, respected by everyone, always standing and watching, ready to grease a palm here or strike a deal there.