A pretty girl in a rather frank uniform asked her to wait. Joseph Kraytus drew a long cigar, ripped off the protective packaging and printed out the foil. He lit a cigarette lighter with an aquilone depicted on the case, then took out an old-fashioned chronometer, and checked with an electronic wall board. The time was nearing twelve o'clock. His audience with the Planetary Ruler Rofus was to be held at eleven. A whole hour is a waste of time. But, Joseph was not nervous. He walked silently along the semi-transparent slabs of stepped glass, lit by bright lamps. Joseph knew that the longer he waited, the more he could "shake out" from this cattle, Rofus. And he really needs the help and assistance of the Planetary Ruler.

He was tired of sitting in a comfortable guest chair and Joseph, puffing on a cigar, went to the window. For thick, deliberately darkened glass guessed the city. Other "stalactites" of multi-storey buildings soared into the sky. Their spiers pierced the clouds. The sky in this place remained azure. Although a little further it was broken smog several factories. But, the planet was lucky, its atmosphere is not much dirtied local production. I wonder what the local ruler pays tribute to the imperium? Really only fossil resources, which are learned to extract with a minimum of waste. He also noticed that the glass is rather multi-layered in order not only to soundproof the room, but to refract the sound wave during directional listening. The planetary ruler was clearly afraid of denunciations. However, with his position, there was no shortage of intrigue. Each of the privileged Boons would like to take the chair of the Planetary Ruler.

Pretty quickly, the secretary returned and gestured to follow her. Joseph extinguished his cigar, defiantly leaving his cigarette butt directly on the sterile white window sill. This place seemed too clean for the dark affairs of local government.

Involuntarily, Joseph wanted to put on his dirtiest boots when his feet stepped onto a fleecy carpet that runs straight to hermetically closed doors. The secretary dialed the code, brought a personal ID to the reader, gave an eye scan. Only after that, the door reluctantly moved, spraying guests with steam. The thickness of the door was a matter of respect. The spacecraft put less durable hatches, said Joseph.

The vast hall, located behind the door, was buried in multi-colored clubs of fog. Joseph felt his throat tickle. Without a doubt, the air hung smog from several types of Lho, burned in parallel for greater effect. There were multiple sounds, groans and squelching. The music flowing from the depths of the fog could not block them. Numerous pillars covered the bas-reliefs depicted as people and nonhumans fucking in unbelievable poses. There were paintings on the walls, some of them were mobile, depicting convulsive movements of eye-catching figures.

Numerous figures also appeared through the fog, only those closest could be clearly distinguished. Joseph swore darkly, seeing as a pair of girls dressed in leather belts with a lot of rivets, in turn, take in a solid-sized mouth a member of a fat man who was comfortably seated in an easy chair. The nude causal places of the girls were turned towards those who entered. The anus of one occupied a decorative tail - a plug. The fat man, meanwhile, gurgled and with a force planted the mouth of one of the girls on his dick, pouring a substantial portion of sperm directly into the swollen throat of a coughing person.His large eggs were massaged by the echoing girl, waiting for the swollen organ to slip out of his mouth first.

A little apart, the bony, as if emaciated, figure inserted a thin member into a person chained to the couch, with a very large bust. Between the legs of the person there is another girl, working with her mouth. Joseph did not look at the details.

The third figure he noticed was a slim, middle-aged lady, massaging several large members at once in the five masked men around her. Not expecting a natural finale, Joseph ducked behind the secretary into the thickest fog.

Joseph shook his head, but said nothing. In his domain the Planetary Ruler can do anything. Nearly. In any case, orgies are not explicitly prohibited. As the use of substances affecting the mind. Of course, if an inquisitor did not arrive on the planet ...

The Planetary Ruler met Joseph dressed in an expensive robe. Two girls stood near him, their faces hiding latex masks. Their bodies were seriously pierced, even intimate zones. In this case, the structure of both was extremely similar. The girls, no doubt, were twins. Kraytus could notice this and not seeing the faces of the girls. Rofus himself was plump, heavy, but rather tall. One of his eyes looked out from under the glass of a monocle.

“As you requested, Supreme Ruler, I brought him,” the secretary bowed.

“Okay, Curry, go back to the office,” Rofus nodded. “I will call if you need something.”

The girl stood up and abruptly left the room. Thick carpet extinguished knock her heels.

“Hail Planetary Ruler Rofus,” said Joseph, twisting his mouth a little, “Let the Emperor's light illuminate his path.” I am ashamed to tear away from the important affairs of the Planetary Rule, but I was forced to request an audience.

“And you were very persistent in your requests,” Rofus nodded to Joseph, smiling slightly, “Such strong zeal is worthy of praise.” In addition, it comes from the imperial inspector. His incorruptible, formidable and just servant who keeps order.

“Exactly,” Joseph nodded, not honoring Rofus with a nod. He could not show formal signs of respect. His powers allowed much. And Rofus guessed that the imperial inspector was not a figure that could be easily crushed.

- You are probably tired? - Rofus took a glass from one girl and framed it with another, so that she filled a glass container from a large bottle - Drink. This drink is one of the best produced on this planet.

“From your little girl’s hands, if you don’t mind,” Joseph grinned. “And if she warms herself, for starters.”

“At least from the vagina,” Rofus grinned. “It is enough for me to nod and one will spread the legs, and the second will blow you away. But your cautious behavior grieves me, Imperial.

- And I am saddened by your not frankness with the performer of His will. - Joseph pointed to the Planetary Ruler.

- And what is it expressed in? - Rofus shrugged, - We regularly pay tribute and do His will.

- In your chambers - the abode of vice! Said Joseph angrily.

- And you, like a sunshine from the Inquisition, to preach me sermons? - Rofus laughed, getting up from his chair and pulling his dressing-gown tighter, - Follow me, we'll talk in a private setting.

In the next room, hidden behind a tapestry with the personal emblem of the Sort of Rulers, the rofus opened the old, creaked door. The first to enter was one of his passions, orienting himself in space even with his eyes closed, no worse than sighted. The second was Joseph. Then the second girl entered and Rofus, who closed the door on the old-fashioned key.

The office was a small room, decorated with natural wood. There were no windows in the room, only a comfortable sofa, and a couple of chairs. One of the walls was occupied entirely by a monitor depicting a view of the city from a height of three kilometers.

- brought? - Rofus sat in a chair and looked expectantly at Joseph.

“Of course,” Joseph pulled a small scroll from the inside of his cloak, from the inside of his cloak, with the seal of Administratorum.

- A new list of taxes, - Rofus sighed, - It is convenient to get it before the neighbors and plan the rising costs.

“Of course, when you don’t risk your head, a lot of things seem convenient,” Joseph grinned. “But, I prefer a stronger currency.”

Rofus opened the drawer of the table and took out a weighty bag untied the ribbons, showing the colorful, iridescent stones to the guest.

- Our jewels are famous in many parts of the imperium. Labeled worth the high price ...

“And they are being tracked at once, especially if the psykers are attracted,” Joseph reproachfully glanced at the Planetary Chapter.

“These are not labeled,” he grinned.

In the background, among the city spiers, thick smoke rose into the sky.