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"It's not too long from now...with this, I'll finish the quest, and I'll rank up."
About 20 or so miles from the the mediocre town of Zand, Godspeed was making his way among the dunes. Although no matter where he looked, the same image of rolling sand hills appeared, he knew where he was going. And the reason for that being...
'I've got a map! and with it, it will take me to the oasis,' he thought answering his own inner monologue.
Yes, he was heading to an oasis. According to the map, it was about an eighth of the size of Zand. The water of the place could only support a civilization of that size, but it was enough. After all, it was mostly a place for Merchants to make a pit-stop, as most of the services it offered were of relaxation: the lagoon that provided relief to your whole body, the various bars that gave relief to your mind, and the small red-light district that provided relief to your soul.
Yes: Prostitution did exist in Satisfy. It wasn't an available class though, or something that Players could become active in, much to some's dismay. The most a player could feel was a slight touch to the skin and hot words, but nothing else. Practically the only 'limit' in Satisfy.
So yes, it was a system mostly for the NPC merchant, as there were countless of them. At pretty much every small settlement around the Empire, and even other countries as well, such places were built to provide comfort for weary travelers. All one had to do was provide their identification to the ruling country's guards and set up their own camp, as there wasn't any real housing in the oasis-es. But in the Saharan Empire, there was a certain action you had to take once you first enter the place.
"Right there, right in my sights: the virgin marble. A goddess, staring down at everyone. How caring," he spoke, a flash of mocking appearing and disappearing when uttering the name of the one pictured in white.
"Goddess Rebecca, I beseech you for your help. Please: assist me in the completion of my Class quest...kekeke!"
And with that maniacal chuckle, his pace became faster.
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Green and blue. Those were the colors that made up this oasis. The water of the lagoon was the most vibrant shade of blue, putting anything in the real world to shame in contrast. Its beauty was unparalleled, its brilliance being shown on every part of the surface, as if painted with the most beautiful shades in the world. The only thing that could disturb the scene is fat men wearing their gold on their sleeves.
Ignoring the pollution in the waters, the palms in the area were plentiful. Ranging anywhere from 10 to 40 feet, these trees dwarfed almost any structure in the oasis. That isn't so impressive though, when you remember that almost nothing in the place has a second story. All the man-made structure were mostly covered by a tent, so it didn't really seem permanent. But it was well made: proof of designer quality could be seen on each tent with the various symbols and textures shown off. Whether it be the masseur tents, brothel, or drinking center, every tent had a certain rich charm to it.
That's why if Godspeed put down his own tent, he would feel like a peon. But his goal in the oasis wasn't temporary residence, or something of similarity. Far from it.
"Inventory."
Getting close to the entrance, he went inside his inventory to pull out a certain item.
"Equip."
[Shawl of Inconsistency]
[Rating: Epic
Durability: 27/30 Defense: 10
A beautiful black designer cloth designed by a tailor with great skill. Made to be worn over the shoulders and head. Those that see the face of the one covered by the hood of the Shawl will have trouble remembering the owner's face.
*The skill 'Forgettable' will be maintained while the Shawl is equipped.
Weight: 10
Conditions of Use: Level 200 or higher]
[Forgettable]
[Your face is extremely forgettable.
Once identified, the image of the Shawl's wearer will become hazy as time passes in the person's mind. Once 2 minutes past, the image of the Shawl's wearer will completely merge with that of someone else, causing the person to confuse who they just saw.
*Skill enabled and maintained while the Shawl is worn.
Skill Cooldown Time: None]
Finally arriving in front of the checkpoint, Godspeed wrapped the cloth around his upper torso, his face barely recognizable. But it was enough. With a quick exchange between him and the two guards posted at the entrance, he entered the oasis.
*Sniiiiiiiiifffff* "Ah~.... what a delightful smell. The combo of pure water, massaging oil, aphrodisiac, and sweat makes an aroma worthy of an oasis," he declared sarcastically.
"Now where is that damn temple."
Scanning the surroundings, his eyes absorbed everything in view. Tents, tents, skimpy clothing, tents, goddess statue, tents...
"...Got it." As if he found a pirate's wonderful booty, he made a beeline directly towards the temple, with nothing in position to deter him.
As he got closer, his body seemed to build up a sweat. It wasn't from the heat of the place, but from nervousness. Soon enough, he would start to break up in goosebumps, as if he was feeling guilt from something, and the depiction of holiness in front of him saw his thoughts put on display.
"Welp, it's not like I'm here to pray or anything," he told himself as he wiped the sweat off of his brow.
[You have entered the vicinity of one of Goddess Rebecca's churches.]
[Due to the nature of your class, your stat's have decreased by 15%.]
[You have resisted.]
"Here. We. Go."