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I assume like all other mask bearers your past is... fratturato? Surely you do not rem-..." Nefertiti scoffed, "I picked it... Better than letting someone else do it for you." Cinque smiled warmly, his jovial tone both jarring and strangely comforting for his younger companion, "Perhaps it depends on who is choosing? My compagni and I have chosen our titles as a group, something of a... famiglia activity to Shaved Pussy help us bond, no?" The Egyptian fell silent, his beautiful eyes intensely focused as if in some sort of turmoil; Cinque frowned ever so slightly, "You know... if ever you need to open up my ear is ever open, my boy; this new amicizia between us is meant to be comfortable." The younger man's feminine visage averted as his pace slowed, "...They wear masks sort of like yours, and they serve a woman named Madre. I'd avoid them if you can help it..." "Oh? Can you describe these masks? Something old Cinque and his compagni may identify them by so as to know whom we should avoid?" A grimace befell Nefertiti's expression as he recalled those wretched days, his voice carrying a gentle stutter, "Lighter than yours, and the pattern's different... two slits, across the top and bottom." Cinque pondered a moment at his new friend's reply, "Two, you say...? And such a simple modello to recall at that. I thank you for the warning, and I shall be certain to inform my compagni. Now, you have educated me... It only seems fair I should partake il mio turno, no? Tell me, Nefertiti... What is it you would like to know first?" "...What is the Nether, exactly?" Cinque laughed softly, "Ha! I should have known this would be your question... it is to my regret however that my knowledge is of a limited sort. I will share with you what of it I know, but I feel much we will have to uncover together." Cinque Brunette frowned as he saw his new friend's disappointment, "Fret not, my boy... For limited conoscenza is knowledge all the same. The Nether is, as my compagni and I have come to believe, the place to which all souls descend once they depart the mortal world. You die there... you arrive here, no?" "Wait, souls...?" Nefertiti halted, his face frozen with bewilderment, "When... my group first got here, some terrifying... thing told us we'd lost our souls." Cinque's mask tilted towards the ground, his concealed face troubled, "Yes... we have come to call them Fiend Lords, cruel things that command almost everything within the Nether. Each group of mask bearers finds themselves before one; they speak only inganno, lies... It is these very things my compagni and I have come together to reject. It was then she started to question his sexual orientation, when her and the other lady witnessed their men enjoying oral with each other. Laurie stared down at her black, worn-out flats. You are running the things in the limo world, so make it happen. 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