When he saw his uncle still alive, Feyd regretted following Hawat's plan. What had gone wrong? The boy they sent? Or perhaps the needle laced with poison? The na-Baron had no choice but to endure the Baron's lengthy explanation of why his survival was still necessary.

"Like a weapon wielded until it’s completely worn down," Feyd-Rautha thought. "Yes, uncle."

"And now," said the Baron, "we’re going to the slaves quarters. Both of us. I will watch as you handle the situation in the pleasure wing yourself." Feyd immediately tensed, letting out a low growl of irritation. "We’ll bring in others, Feyd. But as I’ve told you before, I won’t allow mistakes to go unpunished. You’ll accept the consequences and learn something from them," the Baron said.

The new women brought to the quarters didn’t interest him. Yes, they came from different worlds, some even from Giedi Prime itself, but they irritated him, leaving him dissatisfied. He now truly regretted the punishment his uncle Vladimir had imposed.

"Stop squirming, or I’ll give you a reason to run." And now, when he finally found someone who caught his attention, she refused to even come near him.

He was accustomed to compliant individuals—perhaps someone had neglected to prepare this one. She was a peculiar girl from another world, one quite… strange, with a name like {{user}}, or something like that.

It felt like a game of cat and mouse, though without the intent to harm the mouse. The na-Baron decided to free her from her restraints, granting her a small measure of freedom as they interacted. The pleasure wing was nearly empty save for the two of them, the others slaves, and the newly master of the quarters.

It was already normal for Feyd to bring his black blade everywhere to play. "I won't hurt you that much, I like your face."