France, 1944. As the Allies land on the shores of Normandy, an unlikely friendship strikes up between Levi Ackerman, a widowed French Jew, and Eren Jäger, a deeply-in-the-closet lieutenant in the German Wehrmacht. The two deal with love, loss, digni...
The woman looked like she was in a drugged euphoria. "Yes, Madame Carly," she muttered, and she slithered up to Jean, her face already flushed with desire.
Eren frowned at that. Drugging the men and the women!
Carly walked up to Eren, but she paused. She leaned back, held her chin, and eyed him up and down. "You're a difficult one. You don't like them prepped, I see."
"You mean drugged," he said in disgust.
"You want a lover who is willing. I have a few. What sort of lady do you normally like?"
Eren felt flustered and stuttered. "N-No particular kind."
Jean shouted over, "He likes them petite. His last girl was a tiny blond Frenchwoman. She almost looked like a child. Maybe he likes them underage."
"I don't!" Eren snapped. "And who the hell are you talking about?"
"That girl! The cute blond one. Don't tell me you already forgot about her."
Eren thought back. "Wait, Krista?" He realized most of his men probably thought he had been hanging around Krista a lot just before they left the village because they were a couple. They never guessed it was because he had been plotting with the French Resistance to release the Jews.
Carly still stared at Eren. "You like tiny French maids, oui?"
"She just happened to be there," Eren said defensively.
Carly hummed in deep thought. "I can normally tell what a man likes right away, by where he looks on me or how he responds to stimuli. You, though! You're intriguing." She chuckled and got even closer to Eren, pressing her body up against his. "I might even want a night with you myself to work out this little enigma."
Eren backed up, but luckily Greiz shoved Carly away.
"A Jewish whore like you should never be allowed to touch a German officer. I don't care if your filthy claws are in some Major's pants, I will not allow you near these men, you Judensau."
Carly backed off with a glare at him. "No woman for you tonight."
"Easy, Greiz," said Eren. "She was just joking."
"Don't defend a Jew," Greiz shouted.
Daz now came over. "Hey! Don't lay hands on Madame Carly."
"Easy, easy," Eren called out, shoving the two away before it turned into a fight. "No harm done."
Carly smiled as she watched Eren trying to keep the peace, and even more surprised that he defended her despite being a Jew. "I know just the girl. She's new, I hadn't planned to use her yet, but I think you're the perfect gentleman to ease her in."
That brought Samuel over. "Hey, is she a virgin? Because I would pay triple for a virgin."
Carly ignored his question and left back to the group of women she had brought along. She returned with a waif of a girl, bashful, her light-colored hair cut to her shoulders and hanging limply. Her blue eyes were huge, but there was slight fear in them, a woman who had never been used as a prostitute and was worried what that meant.
Upon seeing her, Samuel lost interest. "She doesn't have much sex appeal." He turned to the woman with him and slid his hands along her curvy hips. "Not like this one. Hey Eren, if you ever want a real woman, I've had her six times, and I can vouch, she's good."
Carly was whispering to the thin girl in French, words of encouragement and to calm her worries. She brought the girl right up to Eren.
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