Blackmail?

Gaunter O'Dimm "I see, well, if it were yourself wouldn't you wish for compensation?"

Reima frowns, feeling the same negative magic from earlier infesting the entirety of the room, as if it were ready to spring and attack. "No... I wouldn't."

Gaunter O'Dimm smiles, "Now, now... I can tell that's a lie, your actions in this world have proven vindictive and even sadistic at times. From what I've observed thus far, you'd storm the Palace in Vizima looking for a thief who'd stolen a pittance from you." he says with mirth.

Reima "You some kind of stalker?" he asks, dark red flames covering his hands threateningly.

Gaunter O'Dimm "A stalker? Don't be so cruel, I am merely a merchant..."

Lothaire "Do not believe his honeyed words... He's a merchant, true... But one of men, not pence."

Gaunter O'Dimm "I believe its time for you to stop attempting to intervene in my conversation with this fine... Gentleman." he says, clicking his fingers and causing the negative magic around Lothaire to halt, freezing him completely.

Reima looks at the frozen Lothaire, thinking over whether this man had just frozen time with ease... Something even he didn't think he could accomplish with such ease. "What is it you want?" he presses.

Gaunter O'Dimm walks towards Lothaire, but Reima holds his flaming hands out to stop him, protecting the Vampire. O'Dimm just shakes his head and stays put, not approaching any further. "What do I want? Now that's the question isn't it... What, do men want?... From personal experience, I can say that it comes under a few things, wealth, women, and power. I think the better question would be, what do YOU want Reima Ludvig?"

Reima frowns, not actually having the answer to that question... However, O'Dimm continues. "You are surrounded by Wealth and Women, you possess godly power that would stamp out Empires with ease... I wonder what someone such as you could possibly want?"

Reima "Just say what you wanna say and fuck off, I'm not here to solve riddles." he says.

O'Dimm grins, "Sensitive, aren't we?... Very well, I will leave you with this... This world's inhabitance provides me with entertainment, should they go, I'll seek it elsewhere." he says, vanishing as Reima blinks his eyes...

Lothaire falls to the ground, breathing heavily, looking around rapidly... "Is... Is it gone?" he mutters, clearly fearful.

Reima "I thought you were a vampire... Aren't you supposed to be fearless or something?" he asks, still feeling a chill from his encounter with O'Dimm.

Lothaire "Believe what you will, there are things that must be feared... I thank you for freeing me, but I must leave to find my people, last I saw them they were within that new country... Toussaint was it?" he mutters, turning into red mist and leaving through the hole Reima had created.

Reima taps his foot, taking a glance at the dead monsters littering the room before blinking back to Ichor, all while telling himself, "I have no fucking idea what just happened."

Elsewhere :

Quelaag had been sneaking around and gathering information about Fleur, Reima and Ciri's apparent ex. She hadn't had the courage to directly go to the woman and ask her without information to use as possible leverage, but her burning emotions wouldn't let her wait any longer...

Fleur was sitting within a hairdresser, waiting as someone decided the best style to do her hair in... She'd wanted to try something new in this strange and new city, plus she felt the need to change her appearance so it didn't match with the one she'd had when she dated Reima... The person who apparently now ruled this city.

*Ding!*

The chimes on the door rung as a tall, beautiful black-haired woman walked through the door... She sauntered to the desk and asked for a small trim before sitting down directly next to Fleur.

They sat in silence for a couple minutes, Fleur eventually starting a conversation due to how awkward the silence was. "Do you come 'ere often?" she asks, noting that the woman eyes were red...

The woman smiles, "No, this is my first time... I am.. Quena by the way."

Fleur returns the smile, "Fleur Delacour."

Quena "So, you're one of those new Witches that've come to Ichor?" she suddenly asks, the hairdressers beginning to start on both of them.

Fleur nods slightly, almost causing the hairdresser to make a mistake. "Oui, Rei-I.. I mean, King Reima saved us from a destroyed world. We are all very grateful."

Quena nods, "He has a habit of doing that, most people who live here have had the same experience. He's quite manly is he not?" she says with a slight blush.

Fleur frowns, "Oui, 'e iz... 'Ave you ever met him?" she asks, curious.

Quena "I have... Once I shook his hand as he visited the town. It was very exciting... And you?"

Fleur "Hmm, no, not zat I can remember." she says, not wishing to draw attention to herself.

Quena taps her chin, "Oh? I was sure I heard about someone who looked like you previous having dated him?" she wonders aloud.

Fleur "No, you must be mistaken." she says, wishing that the Hairdresser would finish faster.

Quena frowns, "No... I assure you, I know for certain you were in a relationship with King Reima... And a certain Cirilla we both know."

...

Fleur "What do you want?" she asks, feeling that she was about to get blackmailed.

Quena smiles, "What do I want? I want you to tell me how you entered a relationship with them both."

Fleur raises a brow, "Excuse me?"

Quena "I didn't misspeak, you heard correctly... I wish to know what you did to enter a relationship with them both." she repeats.

Fleur "W-why would you wish to know this?" she asks, suspicious at this person's intentions.

Quena "There are many who would pay much for such information, King Reima is an incredibly attractive prospective partner after all."