Can't believe I was forced to switch Yuri's position with Solution.
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The Baharuth Empire, one of the few decent human countries in the New World and it was thanks to it's new crowned Emperor who pulled at the weeds of the nation through the revocation of the many Noble families their titles
It's within the Noble district of sparse manors many empty from the culling that a lone carriage travels, for not all of them were empty some were still home to families that proved their merit and were allowed to keep their titles, all except one manor that still housed an ex-noble family, the Furts estate
Count Furt, a man born of luxury he's never known of hardship and still desperately tries to keep hold on that lifestyle that he can no longer support
In fact, prior to the meeting that has him pacing around his living room biting his fingernails he had received an payment from their eldest daughter a large sum of gold coins that could've supported his wife and children for a few months should he had moved to a smaller estate, took upon a job suited to his skillset, and took upon a more frugal mindset
Except he did not, even when said payment was insurance from their now deceased daughter he had spent the money on a new rug and furniture for the living room, said furniture where his wife sat sipping at her tea a smile plastered upon her face unashamed of what is to occur when a knock is heard at their door
Furt: butler get the door
The butler bows making his way to the front grasping the doorknob holding their breathe, never in all his years of service to this family would he think it's lineage would end this way
Releasing his breathe he opens the door to another butler, whose appearance befits such a role clothing tailored with to fit their frame perfectly, posture straight right hand resting upon their chest head bowed slightly, and their beard trimmed to perfection
Behind the butler was a maid, and dare he say is leagues more beautiful than his employer's wife the maid's golden hair cascade down ending in spiral curls and blue piercing eyes, his only complaint lay on her attire it was a scant mockery of a maid uniform that showed of her womanly charm were he a young man he would praise it, but those days are long behind him
???: name?
???: our Lord is here for your master's offer.
???: I can't let you in unless you've made an appointment
???: I assure you, your master will accept our offer.
The opposing butler raises a pouch pulling the string revealing gold coins clenching the doorknob tightly, would he really go with his master's orders...
???: ...very well then, please enter.
He stands aside the maid opening the door to the carriage black riding boots ending at the shin of brown trousers stepping onto the ground revealing a woman wearing a black sleevless overcoat with gold stitching atop a red gambeson with puffy shoulders that drapes over the left of their leg once out she fixes her lace jabot and cuffs
???: about time.
The Manor's butler scrunches his nose slightly, this woman was even more beautiful with their grey locks of hair let loose into spiraling curls her striking red eyes more vibrant from the dark dyes of her clothing...and quite abundant chest
???: so...where is the merchandise.
???: right this way, Madame.
The butler lets her in the woman's servant following behind her, noting the lack of anything in the halls
???: quite empty, the home I mean lacks character.
???: the Furts have fallen on hard times after the current Emperor rose to the throne, his majesty stripped all the nobles he deemed incompetent of their titles.
???: I see, a leader that cares more about merit rather than loyalty brave but risky.
???: James, who is this.
The butler's eyes widen as he never asked the woman her name before she answered for him
???: my name is Regina Sanguia at your service.
Furt: I've never heard of you.
Regina: I thought so, I am of course not from these lands I simply heard of your offer.
Furt: hm, so you wish to speak business.
He offers the seat across smiling she sits laying her boots atop the coffee table annoying the man
Furt: how have you come to hearing about our...offer?
Regina: oh, yes you see...I...once had a daughter myself, but unfortunately I lost her to...an illness.
The woman's butler and maid note her clenching her fist before calming down
Regina: I heard that you were giving your daughters away.
Furt: oh no, we're not giving them away for free....so how much are you offering?
Regina: oh my, straight to the point...
She says through gritted teeth giving him a fake smile
Regina: I understand your a busy person, so I'll start my bid high eight thousand gold
Furt: eig-eight thousand gold that's enough to buy...enough to buy...I need to see if there's truth behi-
Her butler steps up laying a pouch onto the coffee table pulling the string open letting it fall gold coins spilling out Furt's wife fainting from the amount
Regina: of course, if that's not enough I am willing to double it.
Furt: sixteen thousand gold, they're yours.
Regina: really? I thought I would be in for a hard time guess I brought that extra twenty thousand gold for nothing.
Furt: twenty thousand! w-we can offer something else-
Regina: oh, then I want the butler as well.
Furt: take him, we can hire another one.
James breathes in sharply, but ignores his words
As he said he could hire another and he now has a new master leaving the room as Furt's wife finally wakes from her faint
???: did you...did you accept?
Furt: of course I did woman no sane man says no, and even better I got us an extra twenty thousand gold!
Regina: yes, no sane man says no to selling their children, pleasure making business.
The woman stands dusting themselves offering her hand to Furt ignoring it as he collects the gold
Regina: hgm, I would like to get out of here.
Furt: oh sure, I don't normally shake hands with others.
He grabs her gloved hand shaking it
Regina: understandable, don't know where they've been...[Lightning rend].
Lightning sparks with no noise from the handshake Furt clenching your hand tightly as he's electrocuted his wife screams making for the door her footsteps quiet Sebas steps in her way turning to the other exit only to run into Solution as she smiles at her
(Y/n): you know, I like the way this Emperor rules his empire...I mean he may have crippled the bureaucracy by lessening the amount of nobles that work he probably could had invested in education instead so that he could replace nobles like you with better educated individuals.
Furt: m-monster!!
A growl escapes you at his word clenching your hand tighter feeling the bones break yet not make any noise as you started to increase the voltage
(Y/n): monster? since when did monsters care about children, aren't monsters suppose to eat children?
You forced his hand behind him your hand touching his back another source of lightning as he looks at Solution her arms wrapped around his wife in a hug placing a short kiss on her cheek licking at her tears pressing her cheek against hers giving Furt a smile as she starts absorbing his wife's face
(Y/n): parents! should look after their children! not sell them! tell me, since when do monsters save children from their parents!?
Furt: ta-take the money back! leave our daughters! we'll do better! we'll be good parents!!
(Y/n): no...what's mine stays mine.
You release his hand lightning still striking at his body before grabbing at his head forcing his eyes open to see the remnants of his wife be eaten by Solution before his vision blacks out eyes popping from the electricity dropping his corpse
(Y/n): collect the coin Sebas, Solution you can unmuffle the room now.
Solution claps her hands breast jumping in motion as Sebas footsteps start making noise atop the carpet blackened by lightning
---
You and Solution exit the living room to wait in the hall Sebas still inside pretending to finish the transaction
Solution: thank you for the meal, my Lord.
(Y/n): your welcome, I've heard from Yuri that you prefer your meals alive.
Solution: yes, I enjoy feeling them inside me as they flail in vain to escape.
(Y/n): hm, so she's still alive in there.
Solution: yes...would you like to see, Lord Gier?
You blinked...not out of disgust, but out of morbid curiosity
Occasionally, there would be the odd job of disposing a body you recall your senior once joking about dumping the body in a chemical vat just to see what would happen...and now this was your opportunity to find out yourself
You grab her hand pulling her away from the stairs into a nearby hall pressing her back against the wall
Solution: your too close, my Lord.
You look down your female form's breast pushed against her stepping back
(Y/n): apologies, you can...show me...
She nods grabbing the hem of her uniform pulling it down revealing the smooth surface that is her breast a glow emanating from her cleavage a severely burned hand sliding out fingers twitching a gold band around the ring finger
You grab the ring sliding it off the finger as the hand is absorbed back into herself overlooking the ring
Solution: I know you are fond of shiny things, Lord Gier.
(Y/n): indeed, I am...
Pocketing the ring your eyes are drawn down to her cleavage and her breast cupping one of them making her coo a blush somehow grows on her face
(Y/n): ...though I am curious about these, the fact that it's a smooth surface is quite odd.
Solution: there always covered my Lord, I did not think it was necessary to create nipples for my breast.
You grit your teeth, but your stressed mind says go for it as you squeeze her breast your fingers sinking in releasing her as they keep the dent your fingers made before slowly filling in
(Y/n): malleable too, hm...and when you ran your hands through my hair that one day, make to clear a day in your schedule.
Solution: what is the occasion, my Lord?
(Y/n): my shoulders are stiff, the weight of my wings makes it difficult to hold them up constantly, and there's the fact that my day off was disrupted by one of Luci★Fer's golems has left me quite stressed a massage will do.
Solution: we can't have you stressed Lord Gier, I shall clear my schedule for rest of the day-
(Y/n): ah, I don't want you to worry about it yet, complete what you have been tasked by Ainz first then notify me when you are available.
Solution: as you wish, my Lord.
Narberal's cold demeanor was something you wanted to break out of pride leading to her stricken adoration for you in more ways then master and servant, you also wanted Yuri whose mature aura intrigued you and just out of spite to screw over your sister-in-law, Solution on the other hand was a by product on wanting both Yuri and Narberal after all why not...why shouldn't you try with her, why even stop at three
(Y/n): Solution, do you have blood?
Solution: blood?...I don't think I do.
(Y/n): from that blush it appears you might have some, do you wish to find out?
Wherever the saliva goes you could hear her gulp at your question a short nod following as you bring her hand up to your lips looking into her eyes giving it a small kiss moving to her wrist
You bite down, but your teeth don't break her skin like biting into a rubber ball it resist letting her hand go instead leaning down into her neck pursing your lips blowing gently on her neck a short gasp escaping her
Your fingers graze where there should be a vein blowing slightly more as the gelatinous flesh begins to harden in contact with your cold breath biting on that spot this time feeling like hard candy
Still no blood, except now her skin began to tickle the inside of your mouth releasing her grabbing the nearest reflective surface being a wall light ripping it off candles falling looking into your mouth noting that your teeth that sunk deeper looked cleaner than the ones that didn't a distinct line visible
Solution: I apologize, my Lord have I caused your harm?
(Y/n): no need to apologize...in fact, you have done a better job than whatever paste I'm using to clean my teeth.
You look to your bite mark and indeed there was the blue shine of Solution's slime revealed before filling in
Solution: oh...when your teeth sank in...I...it was different then when I consumed something...I am grateful to experience this new feeling with you, my Lord.
(Y/n): and I am grateful that you continue to serve in Nazarick's glory, you make Herohero proud...
You grimace at the thought, the poor man worked in a company that exploited it's employees like a sweatshop that it placed a toll on his health forcing him to even take drugs to sleep soundly
Ainz had told you that he had visited minutes prior to your log in, and just through his speech he could tell that his fatigue was too much to bear
(Y/n): I am the fastest being to ever live...yet I was still slow to miss his last visit...'if I had gotten there even five minutes earlier I would've sent him to his bed and he would probably nag at me like some child.'
Solution: I am certain Lord Herohero would be grateful that you could at least stay with Lord Ainz in his daring times, Lord Gier.
(Y/n): not really, he'd probably nag again as to why I could stay and not him...honestly, like daughter like father your just like him as well.
Solution: I am?
(Y/n): the both of you aren't shy of voicing your opinions, except you know when too much is enough...what do you think of what I am doing, Solution?
Solution: I could care less for the brats, or the fact that your upholding this so called promise, but she gave her voice to poor Entoma so we shall consider the debt repaid.
(Y/n): hm, I'm doing it because I disdain the harm of children...as much as I hated that woman she was right about one thing, children are the future...and if I wish to control the future then I must protect the children and provide them a better life.
Solution: I see the logic perhaps one day these brats will soon provide to your mighty empire in whatever fashion you deign them, for the glory of Nazarick.
(Y/n): ...for the glory of Nazarick.
The sound of footsteps above you alert you that they've finished returning to the main hall two young girls one dressed in a blue dress the other a pink dress followed behind the butler who carried their luggage a single suitcase for each girl
???: but what about big sister?
???: yeah, how is she going to find us?
James: I am sure Mistress Arche will find a way.
The butler scrunched brows setting the suitcases down the girls looking to you curiosly
(Y/n): oh, how adorable I was not told they were twins 'was I?' if I knew I would've offered a higher price.
James: young mistresses, this is Regina Sanguia she shall be your new owner.
(Y/n): don't say it like that think of me as...hm, a rich aunt.
The twins look to the butler who nods in confirmation the two girls bow in your direction
(Y/n): a hug will do fine as well.
Their faces instantly turn to smiles running towards you hugging at both your legs
???: does that mean we can play outside?
???: and talk to other kids.
(Y/n): 'in my glory, did those two treat their kids like prisoners...?' of course, I actually use to live in a small village where there are lots of kids to play with.
???: wow, so cool.
(Y/n): now, what are your names?
???: Urierika.
Said the one dressed in a pink dress
???: Kuuderika.
Said the one dressed in a blue dress
(Y/n): 'what are these names? I mean, we chose Rosyn, but...' what beautiful names, Solution get the girls seated in the carriage.
She bows the twins letting your legs go to run after Solution, praying she doesn't do anything weird to the kids should they get too rowdy
(Y/n): well mannered too....
You turn to the butler who awaits your orders
(Y/n): James, was it? I'm telling you this now their sister is dead.
James: ...I was afraid to admit it myself, thank you for confirming it.
(Y/n): yes, what a shame I was apart of the expedition her team signed up we waited three days before we accepted they met an unfortunate demise, I am merely repaying a favor.
James: thank you, Madame.
(Y/n): I also wanted to let you know that I plan on keeping these girls in my home village and I won't be around much, I want you as their guardia-
He raises his hand for you to stop speaking, while annoying you forgive him
James: I swore to help Mistress Arche in the raising of her younger sisters, and even after death I will continue to serve her even if I must till land or chop wood.
(Y/n): good man, oh are you done with the transactions, Sebas?
Sebas: yes, we are allowed to leave now.
He closes the door behind him, walking out the front door as Solution finishes strapping the last of the bags James stepping into the carriage
(Y/n): take them to Carne village, Sif should already be informed.
Sebas: as you wish, my Lord.
He climbs atop the carriage taking the reins and cracking them to signal the horses to move leaving you with Solution rubbing at the temple of your nose sighing
Solution: Lord Ainz orders can wait my lord, your well-being is always the main priority of the Pleaides...if it deems it necessary use my body, Lord Gier.
(Y/n): no, I'm busy I have three? no two...two more meetings today, a brat too smart for her own good and the sisters at Neu Aztlan, you are dismissed.
Solution: ...if that is what you wish, my Lord.
You snap your fingers appearing on the fifth floor of the Tomb walking to the way stone that connects to Neu Aztlan as you do you [Polymporh] back into your main body armor scale armor creeping over your body followed by your armor plates
As you reach the center your transported to Neu Aztlan's center, and again the sight of the Chamber kin does not get old as they stomp by lizardmen riding atop of it like a bus smiling at the sight
The lizardmen notice you waving some run up with offerings accepting them
(Y/n): thank you, thank you, may you all have a pleasant day I am here on business.
Your wings sprout out taking flight to the main step pyramid landing at the entrance entering the atrium where some of the druids are teaching the youngins their form of magic
The children spot you standing up from their lesson running to you jumping around chuckling at their antics answering their questions
Druid 1: ascended one, you honor us with your presence.
(Y/n): apologies, I did not mean to disrupt your lesson the sisters requested my audience, do you know where I may find them?
Druid 2: they are in the central chamber, your ascension.
(Y/n): ah, thank you always listen to your elders...otherwise they get cranky.
You whisper the last part to them making them giggle walking to the center of the atrium the floor descending
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The sisters slithered around the main chamber silver coins and jewelry resting in piles surrounding a statute of you, and as Ainz suggested their new garments consist of colorful feathers with an elaborate headress
Stheno: he'll be disssappointed in usss.
Euyarle: there'sss only ssso much we can do.
Stheno: much of the city pray to him.
Euyrale: asss a being of wealth and war, but what assspects, what are hisss tenetsss...
The doors to the chamber swing open the sisters turning around to see you walking in the temple guard of Lizardmen wearing gold face plates close the door behind you
(Y/n): you called.
Stheno/Euyarle: Lord Gier...
They say your name sultrily raising your head slithering to you pressing their bodies against your armor running their hands under your armor plates
The fun doesn't go further as you grab at their necks
(Y/n): if the reason for this meeting was for games I will be disappointed.
Stheno: agh! no, we have quessstionsss.
Euryale: yesss, your assscensssion...
You release them gasping for air before slithering to the base of your statue resting atop the silver coin pile
Euyarle: your ssso called religion hasss isssuesss.
(Y/n): concerning?
Stheno: no prayersss, no lessssonsss, and no ssscripture...
Euyarle: only obedience and tithe, religionsss are more than that.
(Y/n): where I am from that's all religion has become, enlighten me.
They pat at the pile of coins next to them joining them in sitting slithering behind one sister whispering into each ear
Stheno: your kin...pray with blind wordsss to your favor...
Euyarle: they do ssso out of fear, of courssse not all...Godsss are merciful, but why ssshould they pray to you? because you ssspared them, your chosssen people?
(Y/n): what are you getting at?
Euyarle: what ssspecifically should those prayer be, what wordsss mussst be ssspoken?
Stheno: Gier, your assscension honor usss with a bountiful harvessst? assscended one hear our prayer and grant usss a blesssed day? what ssshould they say?
(Y/n): I see, a mantra to create better cohesion.
Euyarle: yesss, there isss much we mussst discusss.
Stheno's hand manages to get in-between your shoulder plates squeezing at the tense muscle through the scale mail a short gasp escaping you
Stheno: looksss like our dear Lord isss in need of relief.
Euyarle: is the little lady not doing her job, asss your lover-agh!
You grab at her neck again growling drawing blood from your claws
(Y/n): behave.
Stheno's free hand rest upon your cheek turning you to face her sliding her fingers in-between your face plate allowing her to slide them apart releasing Euyarle
Stheno: forgive her, my Lord...the male you sssent usss hasss not done well accussstoming to civilization, causssed usss much trouble.
(Y/n): I'll kill him.
Stheno: tsk tsk, nah ah, you mussst ssstay here and relax asss we reform thisss religion.
She kisses at your jaw groaning as the rest of your armor goes leaving your upper body bare and the cold silver nipping at your exposed back
Euyarle: now, beyond the assspectsss of wealth and war, why these two?
(Y/n): I didn't choose them, they did.
Euyarle: and they ssseem to have captured your persssona well.
Stheno: wealth, isss a sssign of your power asss any ressspectable dragon...
Euyarle guides your face to hers bringing you into a deep kiss the side of your mouth tearing allowing Stheno to slither her forked tongue in between the wounds
You grope at their scaled breast, now questioning why they even have any as they are reptiles, a question in need of answers for another day
(Y/n): 'this stress is making me as horny as a teenage boy.'
Euyarle: war...war isss sssuch a violent act, perhapsss before battle one ssshall pray to you, but what in peace?
(Y/n): war...is necessary for peace, for the threat keeps everyone in check.
Euyarle: a guardian of the peace...
Stheno: Gier, he who devours darkness, the patron diety of lizardmen lord over wealth for that is his desire and war, for he chooses when to start them and end them...
(Y/n): 'he who devours darkness, that's way cooler than Consumer of darkness.'
Titles where something one could earn in Yggdrasil, or bought in the store as you did with Consumer of darkness the least edgy title you could purchase
(Y/n): I believe the next thing your going ask is how one who prays to me is to live.
Stheno: tenantsss, ssshould one live lavissshly or humble, on ones strength or together...
Euryale: lussst or chassste...
Once more you are drawn into another kiss this time by Stheno except your too lost in thought over the question
You recall your upbringing living lavishly early in your life having it stripped from you and wading through the mud until you were able to stand for yourself not letting hardship keep you down and it may not have been pretty how you did it, but you did return to that life
(Y/n): I value persistence through hardship and struggle, I may not answer all prayers, but I shouldn't need to...in your own way you will strive.
Euyarle: the will to overcome adversssity, that isss your law...
Stheno: the next part isss easssy, we sssimply needed your approval.
Euyarle: your beginning, the tale of the Sssupreme Beingsss coming upon the lake, Lord Cocytusss battle upon the Ssscar-veteransss, the revival of Shasuryu by Lord Ainz hierarch of Nazarick ruler of undead Lord of order and death, the unification of the lake all written in this scroll.
Strapped behind her she unravels a scroll for you to read the words, and the crude images that depict each event
You liked it, but the only part was the language it was written in was the native lizardmen
Nothing against their language, but this was supposed to be your holy scripture
You then recall Tabula talking about some book called the Necronomicon, that supposedly the language written was of the old gods undecipherable to mortals and those that tried lost their minds
Reaching into the void of your inventory you retrieve a journal handing it to Euryale
(Y/n): rok wo du lo fin vulom, nau ok strunmah do yuvon, aal rok drun drem ahst un tiid...that is my prayer, only I and my head priest...
You caress both their face nuzzling into your palm swooning at your affection
(Y/n): may speak my tongue, and only my kin may speak that prayer should they seek my favor.
Euyarle opens the journal finding the writing to be in the language you spoke and from it she can infer what you want
Euyarle: we ssshall decipher your text Lord Gier and write your holy ssscripture in your ssspeech.
(Y/n): then is that all?
Stheno: a child.
She winces expecting abuse only to feel your hands caressing her again
(Y/n): once I see this religion followed in another nation then perhaps I'll bless you with my child.
You stand up their hands holding onto wearingly letting you go your armor forming back up looking down at the blushing sisters
(Y/n): do not disappoint me.
Stheno: let usss eassse you stress, my Lord.
Euyarle: it isss the leassst we can do.
(Y/n): no.
You leave them heading for the exit leaving the sister calling your name to return
---
If one were to describe elves it would pride and elegance, refined by years of etiquette to obey what is deemed a civilized respectful people, and vocabulary to match such a beautiful race
Evelyn: your in need of a hard fucking, my Lord.
Said the elf, standing at your side awaiting your orders
(Y/n): ragh! can't I be left alone.
Evelyn: not when your arousal perforates you in an aura, Lord Gier.
(Y/n): it's just a simple rut brought upon by stress...
You sit in your office in the Lady of the Knight dressed as Huntsman, you sent a letter to the castle that you were in the city and were awaiting approval
Evelyn: stress is bad for your health.
(Y/n): I get it!...I'm not use to this much work...slaughter, that's easy...meetings, especially the ones I've been in recently are annoying.
Evelyn: Miss Narberal is downstairs...if you ask she'll gladly obey you.
(Y/n): and would you, stay quite if I asked.
She remains silent gritting your teeth releasing a sigh
(Y/n): I'm sorry, once this meeting is over draw me a bath here.
Evelyn: as you wish.
Knocking is heard at the door motioning Evelyn to open the door Narberal steps in leading a hooded figure
(Y/n): where's your dog.
Your natural voice echoes the room
???: unaware.
The hooded figure says smiling under the hood
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Sif: Mare was there...do you know how embarrassing that was?
A broken speech is spoken back to her as she stands hand stretched out
Sif: well...he did have his eyes closed, I bet it made it difficult to cast spells.
The broken speech returns as a tape measure glowing purple floats to her shoulder unrolling itself to the end of her sleeve
Sif: I was thankful that they came to our rescue, but I wouldn't need to if Shalltear and Aura didn't break the pool rules then we wouldn't have been attacked by Lord Luci★Fer's golem.
The measuring tape starts to measure her neck
Sif: father was very angry when he stormed in...I mean, the fact that he was dry when the others were wet was easy to tell.
It moves to measure down her back from each side of her neck
Sif: yeah, they got bigger after I transformed...do you think they'll keep growing every time I transform?
The broken speech responds Sif returning to her pose
Sif: oh, sorry...it's just that how am I supposed to be inconspicuous when I have these.
She looks down where the measuring tape starts measuring her bust
Sif: not funny, thankfully Albedo isn't here who knows what she'd do, you play dangerous games Estoc.
The broken speech respond as it begins to measure her waist next
Sif: ew, I may want to visit the kingdom capital, but not in seek of attention I'm just curious of the city's architecture, I mean it's in my nature as a spy to study weak points and such.
The broken garbles before speaking up again as if frustrated
Sif: sorry, father said he'd consider it, and I know he always keeps his word...he's probably with those sisters right now as they try to wring him dry.
The tape starts measuring her hips
Sif: they're fine a little clingy with a serious case of baby fever, they took up after me so there's that...occasionally I go back just to train with the lizardmen when Cocytus is there.
The broken speech goes off again as the tape moves to her legs the speaker moving into line of sight revealing themselves to be a Beholder
Estoc, a Beholder responsible for most of the Guild's beauty shops from the salon to the tailoring it was his job why? in his creator's words, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Sif: Lord Ainz is entertaining his guest, you didn't hear about it? they're just some peasants from that village no big deal, supposedly some hotshot emperor is to arrive in a couple days, that's what Aura said
Estoc's broken speech notifies that he's done allowing Sif to step down grimacing at her button shirt missing the top two buttons thanks to her new size
Sif: I hope you can fix my clothing Estoc this is embarrassing...no, not new underwear!!
Estoc levitates her a few sets of underwear explaining in his broken speech
Sif: I'm supposed to be cute not sexy! I hate this.
Estoc gives something close to a chuckle stopping when he hears Sif sniffing holding back tears floating next to her laying two of his tentacle eyes atop her head trying to scruff her ears to ease her
Sif: thank you Estoc...Albedo has said that proper support is needed if you don't want to deal with back pains...however she does it with her dress...it can't be that tight...anyways, I appreciate your help.
Estoc nods raising four of his eye tentacles speeking
Sif: four days...I can wait, see you soon.
She waves him goodbye waving his eye tentacle in a mock wave entering the halls of the ninth floor
Sif: hm...big boobs are a hassle, oh hi Victim.
Victim: drawoc uoy ,ti htiw enod eb dna enecs xes eht etorw tsuj ev'dluohs nettirw ev'uoy retpahc tseinroh eht si siht nmad doG.
Sif: I was getting my clothing tailored by Estoc, as you see I've...changed slightly
Victim: kcuf ynroh uoy ,retpahc trohs siht esaeler dna suoicsnoc-fles leef uoy diD?
Sif: well...thank you, we may not agree, but I accept your compliment nonetheless
Victim: tey...ytiledifni gnittimmoc reiG evah t'nac I ezilaer I neht tub ,hguocnidnüHeiDhguoc ralucitrap eno on ?ohw...ecaf rieht ni ti bur ot detnaw yllaer I ,syawyna !!hceeps ym gnitirwrevo s'eh pleh !yeh -eht ot kcab teg thgirlA.
Sif: sure, let me drop these off and I'll join you for a quick bite.