Glynda stood mouth agape, hearing the blonde haired faunus girl speak to Sheele once again, "nevermind, you deal with her. I'll get Sayo to do it." Just then another head peaked around the corner, that of the aforentioned Sayo. She was young, likely around her students ages, thin in form and with long dark hair framing a face of pale skin and dark athyst eyes. Unlike the other girls her uniform had more coverage, hanging to just over her knees and even up to her wrists, and though faint, Glynda could notice a few scar-like cuts visible just barely through her dark stockings. Though that only appeared on one leg as the other was missing in totality to be replaced by a sleak prosthetic that could only be differentiated from the real one by the silver colouration.
"Sorry, I'm busy. Did you get their drink orders?" Sayo stopped at Sheele's side for a mont, getting a slow shaken head from the spectacled girl. "I'll get it then. Oh yeah, Leone, those five upstairs have been asking weird questions and look about done with their starters, so could you deal with them before the one that looks like a discount you starts making a ruckus." Less of a question, more of an answer.
Without even waiting for either's response, Sayo turned about to descend the staircase to the private room where Parc was eating and halted upon seeing Glynda stood at the bottom of it, mouth wide, and cheeks fiery.
It hadn't been long since she and most of the others had been summoned to this new world, barely a few days actually. She, alongside Sheele, Mine, Aka, and Leone, were given two days to get acclimatized to the world, or Vale, as this place was apparently called. All in all it was quite a confusing ti, very overwhelming. Things started calming down when Parc showed them the restaurant and asked them to be its first workers, which, while not her initial preference in occupation quickly grew on her as she sohow ended up becoming the 'manager' while the others beca the waitresses and chefs. Even z and Suzaku were let out and after a few 'whipping' sessions from Aka to teach them how to properly marinade a chicken breast, were now her assistantsalongside a few hires to take up the various stations that weren't Aka's at section.
Trailing her gaze from Glynda and onto the still Sheele and Leone, Sayo faintly heard the buzz of Parc's 'toys' vibrating within them. Focusing back onto Glynda Sayo too flushed and descended the stairs. Unlike them, she hadn't been entirely comfortable with the idea of having sothing like that being done to her lower half, not in public at least.
"Would you like sothing to drink ma'am? Sothing stronger then wine?" Sayo asked stepping before Glynda's eyes and breaking her view from the two's bared crotches.
Glynda jolted and with barely a thought responded, "yes." The single word filled with confusion and trembling her body.
chanically, she began to turn and strode herself back into the dining chamber where Parc was leaned into his seat, a smirk on his face and a wine glass in his hand. Nothing was exchanged between the two, not as she seated herself, not as Sayo moved to the alcohol storage and pulled out a bottle of whisky. Not as Sayo brough a half full glass to Glynda, and most certainly not when Glynda took the glass and downed the entire thing in one.
"What the hell was that?" She grilled.
"What was what?" he returned with a clearly knowing smile.
"That!" throwing a hand to the stairwell she yelled, "they weren't wearing any underwear and were masturbating!"
Sipping his wine, Parc curtly nodded and cast a look to Sayo as she took the mostly empty main al plates from the table about to take them away as quickly as she could so as to not be around this conversation for longer than she had to.
"Sorry, do you have any proof? Sayo, did you see anything?"
The girl jostled, nearly stumbling from the question but straightened herself. Monts passed before she even responded, "no?"
"Don't joke with Evans! I saw that, you're making them do that in such a crowded room! What if soone sees them?"
Rolling his eyes Parc shook his head. As endearing as acting innocent would be, it wasn't sothing that interested him. "Now you're just being a Hypocrite, Glynda. What does it matter that my girls are getting off in public? Wasn't that exactly what you were doing?"
Glynda looked as if she was sucking on sothing sour. He was right, no matter what she thought about with those girls she was in no position to comnt. Still, there were differences. She wasn't walking around like those girls, not with a rotor inside, not climbing the stairs risking soone behind her witnessing hershe paused. That wasn't entirely true, whenever she left Parc's classroom, he had a tendency of walking her out before locking the door behind him. Was that when he discovered her actions?
"Though, I must ask. What did you really think? Were you actually disgusted? Or did sothing inside you flutter at the idea?"
"What? No, of course not," even she noticed the strange tremble to her heart the mont the words escaped her lips. No. There was a difference. While yes, her actions were stupid, they were limited to a few monts of the day when she knew there was little chance to be witnessed. That didn't stop the soft gulp she made just picturing herself like them, wandering around without panties and a vibrator playing with her crotch while dozens of people around her walked around unknowingly. It was an alluring, terrifying thought.
Observing her silence Parc took from his satchel a small red box similar to the one the necklace he'd gifted her had co in. He slid it towards her and earned a suspecting glimr of her eyes. Slowly, she reached for it and lifted it up, one hand pinching the lid to flip it open. Inside she saw it, a small, pill shaped pink thing, she knew what it was, what it did, and just knowing that made her pale a shade. Lifting her head, she tried to think of sothing to say but couldn't find the words.
"Glynda, for tonight, why don't we have a bit of fun. I realize you might not be thrilled about who its with but why not put aside our differences and just enjoy the night and just have a bit of exploratory fun. I won't talk about it, and neither will you. You'll be safe to live your life like normal without worry, and with a bit more security to your fetishes." Hesitation was still abundantly visible in her expression as she sourly stared at the pink rotor, hesitating, she reached for it, poked it and watched it roll in the box. "Or, if you'd rather have so plausible deniability to your actions, I could offer you so incentives."
Taking her attention, he continued, "we both know Ozpin likely already knows you're going out with and will be questioning you about what you were doing with . Doubtful he'd believe you'd just go on a date with of your own will or without reason. So perhaps you could pretend to be going out with and getting information on . We both know that's sothing Ozpin is sorely lacking and really wanting."
Glynda's eyes hardened onto him, that would certainly be useful, not just to Ozpin, but herself as well. Parc was like a void or a puzzle missing hundreds of pieces. What they, or she, did, would just be her acting undercover. Yes, that. A lick of her lips cald her mind, clearing it of those thoughts. If she accepted this, she would be degrading herself, practically offering herself on a platter to a man she barely knew. No, she mustn't think like that. Think of it like a honey trap, she reasoned. Police used them, n and won to be partners and escorts to guide criminals into captivity, if she thought of it like that, it was fine. Not ideal, but fine.
Hushing a breath she shut her eyes and stilled her mind and steeled her heart, her posture even softened and detensed just a bit. "Will I actually be getting information then?"
"Of course, of course. How about you ask sothing, anything you may want to know about, and I'll answer it to the best of my abilities. As a show of trust, I'll even let you ask one question now. Though before that I will need you to say you're willing to do this."
Contemplating the offer was an arduous action, thinking it over in every way she could. Would she be betraying Ozpin in doing this? But if she got real answers, things that could change the tide of the warif the information even couldit would be worth it for what she lost.
"Fine. I'll accept this sick proposal of yours Evans. But I want answersreal, answers. Not lies." As much as she wanted that, she knew there was little chance of confirming it. Perhaps Sumr could help on that front.
"I can promise that I won't lie. Whether I'll outright tell you it, that's a different story."
"How so?"
"Hmm, think of it like a detective ga. For so things, I'll just give you an answer, for others, I might allude to sothing, give you an inkling and let you piece things together on your own. Once again, you just need to accept my proposal." His arm extended and indicated to the box. Glynda realized what he ant, acceptance, was accepting this object 'into' herself. A physical contract.
A sacrifice of modesty.
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