75 Orbis Verus

"Game game game!" Lorian cried excitedly picking up Aisha as she ran into the bedroom, surprised and flustered fey in her arms.

"Wah!" Aisha squealed. "Mistress! Uwww- what's the game?"

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Lorian didn't say anything, ejecting Aisha onto the bed and forcing her into a sitting position, Lorian sitting across from her. The mattress visibly sunk and squeaked as Lorian jumped on, panting excitedly.

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"Alright!" Lorian grinned, "The penalty is four hours!"

"Four hours!?" Aisha sputtered. "That long? What's the game?"

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Aisha's heart sunk. Four hours meant that Lorian was extremely confident that she'd win, and while Aisha didn't mind the penalty games, sometimes it got… embarrassing.

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" 'Kasha taught me this game! Lorian smiled excitedly. "She just calls it the kissing game."

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Aisha's eyes went dark.

"She… taught you the game?"

"Oh…" Lorian pursed her lips at Aisha's possessive expression, giggling softly. "Don't worry, we didn't actually play. She just told me."

"Mmm… okay." Aisha mumbled.

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"Good girl!" Lorian cooed, patting Aisha on the head. "How we play, is… we make eye contact, and kiss, and the first one to break the kiss, look away, or touch the other loses!"

Aisha shrunk. "...This doesn't sound very… balanced."

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Lorian didn't even bother trying to reply, instead just smiling as she undressed herself, pulling off her vest, skirt, shirt, and then socks, leaving the girl in nothing but her bra and panties. Aisha could only look at the display with apprehension. Not only was she not going to be able to touch or hold those soft, squishy breasts, for sure Lorian was going to torment her with that body, once she won their game.

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Of course, Aisha was fine with indulging her mistress, but oh… four hours, of nothing but teasing…

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"Let's start, let's start!" Lorian cried excitedly, bouncing up and down on the bed cutely. "Start the game!"

"W-wait!" Aisha said hastily, pushing away Lorian's soft face with a hand. "I-I need to prepare."

"Huh?"

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Aisha blushed as she began to take off her clothes too, pulling a bit from her years of sex-work experience to strip-tease her mistress, if only a little bit. She undressed herself slowly, but without hesitation- if there was one thing she learned, it was that you had to be confident- only, it was so difficult, when she was so close to her goddess of a mistress, her body so curvy and voluptuous, and her skin so fragrant and wonderful…

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Nonetheless, Aisha could see her mistress go silent, eyes trained like a laser beam on Aisha's toned butt and smooth tummy. It was mortifyingly embarrassing, but well…

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Aisha also wanted those four hours. And she would use any advantage she could get.

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Aisha licked her lips shyly, before leaning in for a soft, loving kiss. "Let's start."

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Aisha's lips met Lorian's stunned lips, and all of a sudden, dread filled the little Fey's heart. Lorian's lips were ridiculously soft and large - so much like the other parts of her body. They felt so amazing to kiss, like they were sucking Aisha's lips into them, so that they could stroke and suck on them- oh god, she already felt like she was sinking in - and mistress hadn't even moved her damn tongue yet-

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Lorian's expression slowly curled up into a grin at the panicked, flustered expression on Aisha's face. The girl was smart, and sweet, and determined, but… oh, she was completely helpless when it came to Lorian. A single compliment turned her into a blushing mess. A stroke of a cheek was all it took for her to fall completely in love. A single pet could take her completely out of commission. And when they kissed… Aisha worshiped her.

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Lorian giggled in her throat, as she began to kiss actively, Aisha's eyes widening, and her ears going floppy on the top of her head. It was so adorable, it was almost heartbreaking. So helpless, so adorable…

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Lorian wanted to comfor-

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(Oh no! No!) Lorian's eyes widened. (No no no no! Stop! Stop looking at that-that begging face- oh my gosh, w-wait wait wait you have to look at her! Stop thinking about hugging her! Oh… she looks so fucking cute-STOP! STOP STOP STOP STOOOOOP!)

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But try as she might, Lorian literally couldn't stop looking at that face. That adorable, adorable face, so full of restrained desire, begging, so helplessly, for sweet hugs, pets, and touches- Lorian burned with desire. To show Aisha exactly what she wanted- to make her fall even more in love with her - to make her BEG.

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What made it so much worse was the kiss- having lost control of herself, Aisha was in control, and the girl liked her kisses slow. So slow, it was like she was teasing Lorian, edging her with just barely enough feeling to drive her insane.

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If she was back in the wastes, and an upstart little succubus tried to tease her, tried to take control, little spaded tail waggling, twirling her long, bright hair…

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She wouldn't be able to move for weeks. Oh, Lorian wouldn't leave her out to die, but she would make the little minx learn her place.

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Beneath Lorian. In all ways. Including physically.

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But she couldn't do that with Aisha- she couldn't ruin her, couldn't melt her with pleasure, she deserved so much better than that. She deserved kisses, she deserved hugs, she deserved a sweet, loving wife, that would take care of her, that would rub her tummy, stroke her ears, hold, warm her on cold nights, massage her when she got sore, feed her sweet, sweet milk, straight from the tap… pleasure her, when she got… horny…

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Lorian went scarlet as she realized what she was thinking. Aisha's… wife? To… be married, to the sweet, sweet, adorable fey, and spend the rest of her life with her, doing nothing but cuddling, making love… making children… It was so romantic, but also, so embarrassing, so wrong! She wanted to cover her face.

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(Just touch me already!) Lorian thought in anguish. (God, stop looking at me like that! Let me touch you! Let me touch you! I WANT TO TOUCH YOU!)

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Lorian flung her arms around Aisha, and immediately regret her decision, as she realized that she had, in fact, lost.

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Her face went wide in despair, as Aisha's, the little gremlin, went wide in glee.

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"I changed my mind!" Lorian wailed, thumping away at Aisha's sturdy chest with her fists. "No no no no no!"

"Hee hee." Aisha giggled. "I won! I won! No taking it back!"

"I'm going to melt you until there's nothing left!" Lorian cried. "You're not going to be able to string two words together when I get you back, Aisha you dumb, dumb, stupid, adorable-Mmmph!"

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"Four hours!" Aisha purred with glee, a strand of saliva connecting the two lovestruck, infatuated girls' lips. "For four hours, this is mine… these lips, these boobs, this… soft… it's all… mine…"

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"Where are you going!?" Lorian asked, blushing and panting.

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It wasn't a long time before Aisha burst through the doors again, tiny little body almost vibrating with excitement. Lorian was waiting. On the bed, still in her lingerie, but with a childish pout on her face, still sour about her loss.

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"What were you doing?" She demanded. "It's been… it's been thirty minutes… that means…"

"That means you have three and a half hours." She muttered.

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"Hee hee." Aisha giggled, practically alight with joy as she sat on Lorian's lap, wrapping her arms around the big woman and snuggling adorably into her neck. Lorian just rolled her eyes as she hugged her back, lightly, peering into the big bag Aisha had brought back.

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"What's this?" Lorian muttered. "Are you going to make me dress up like a maid? Or a cowgirl?"

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Lorian pulled out the items one by one while Aisha mewled lovingly into Lorian's neck, cooling as she made up for all the time she had missed not in her mistress's arms.

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"Stockings… long…" Lorian mumbled. "They're so lacy… and they're my size… and then… opera gloves? And… lipstick? I thought you said you liked me better without makeup?"

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"Oh." Aisha took the stick shyly. "That's for me."

"Huh?"

"Just put it on!" Aisha said excitedly, bouncing in Lorian's lap.

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Lorian looked at the items apprehensively, but a deal was a deal, so she slid on the long, lacy gloves, and stockings…

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"O-oh…" Lorian blushed. "They feel… they feel so… soft. And tingly…"

"They're enchanted!" Aisha said eagerly. "They told me that it would feel good to wear!"

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Lorian's blushed. Even though it was Aisha's reward, she was always thinking about making her feel good. She didn't deserve such a sweet lover.

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"A-Aisha!" Lorian stammered. "What are you-"

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Lorian paused as she saw Aisha put on the lipstick, applying a very, very generous coat to her small little lips, painting them bright red. Aisha giggled coquettishly at Lorian's stunned expression, amused at the change in her demeanor, usually so in control.

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"Okay." Aisha purred mischieviously. "Legs over the bed."

"Mmmmmhhh…" Lorian mumbled, as she hung her legs over the bed, Aisha head-level with her crotch. Lorian gulped in anticipation.

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Aisha began to slowly slide the stocking off of her mistress's foot, rubbing her cheek along the smooth surface as she slowly revealed her mistress's leg, inch by inch. Lorian blushed.

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"Didn't you just have me put that on?" She mumbled.

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Aisha ignored her, rolling the stocking all the way down, until it was completely off, and Lorian's leg was bare once more.

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"What now?" Lorian asked, fear entering her heart at the mischievous expression Aisha wore.

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The large girl gasped as Aisha planted a wet, sloppy kiss, right on Lorian's foot, right on the tip of the arch, at the juncture between her toes, and before Lorian could even process what was happening, Aisha kissed her again, leaving another identical mark, right next to the first.

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"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Lorian shrieked, stammering as she tried to draw her leg back - but Aisha was very strong.

"I'm using my four hours." Aisha giggled, smiling up at Lorian with a very self-satisfied grin, as she continued to lay kisses all over her mistress's feet, moving up slowly up to her calf, and then her thigh.

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Lorian whimpered as Aisha slowly turned her entire leg red, reapplying the lipstick whenever the marks began to lose their intensity. Her heart pounded in her chest, and an unbelievable heat suffused her head, making her unable to think, as she sat there with a shell-shocked expression.

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Aisha was just teasing her, right? There was no way that- that Aisha, one of her deepest desires, was to worship her head to toe, right?

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"I'll-I'll get you back…" Lorian mumbled weakly.

"Haaa…" Aisha smiled, as she rolled a stocking up Lorian's sufficiently worshiped leg, almost entirely red. "I look forward to it."

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"...Say. That. Again." Aisha growled, her voice echoing ominously in her respirator.

"Listen." The old man said patiently, sweating as he held his hands up in a consoling manner. "I-I appreciate the enthusiasm, but… I can't just let two young girls go off to fight that demon…"

"We can handle it." Aisha snarled.

"I have… no doubt that you can, but I don't want to wish that kind of responsibility on you two…"

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"You're lying." Aisha said murderously. "You don't think we can do it."

"No, I swear- I-" The old man took a step back. "You haven't seen the demon, he…"

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"Aisha." Sui interrupted, putting a hand on her shoulder before she ripped the poor old man's head off. "Why don't you let me try?"

"Tch." Aisha huffed, stepping backwards.

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"Sir, you are concerned we'll get hurt, yes?" Sui asked.

"...Well…" He hesitated. "Yes. You know, I have… I have two granddaughters, just like you two…"

"These sapphire plates mean we can handle it, okay!" Sui said with a smile. "We've done jobs like these. Please do not worry! It would be much more painful if we left, knowing that you're still suffering because of that demon!"

"But…"

"Please, let us help. I can see that the children here are afraid to go outside. We know that the guards haven't slept in days." Sui smiled, getting down on her knees and taking the old man's wrinkled hands in two of her gloved ones. "Okay, mister?"

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After a brief look of hesitation, the old man relented, sighing as he dropped his head.

"What a world we live in…" He mumbled. "Okay. Don't get hurt."

"We won't!" Sui said enthusiastically.

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"The demon comes every once in a while to take some of our food and water." The old man rubbed his forehead. "He isn't the greatest guest, but… it wasn't that much. Wasn't much at all… but recently, he's been… getting more confident. He comes down to gloat, to force the men to pay him tribute. We could handle that too, but now…"

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The old man's weak hands balled up into fists. "My daughter, he… he demanded that she service him… and when she refused, he… he raped her, and then-"

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The old man shook with anger, eyes looking misty as he trembled with rage. "My only daughter, he…"

"It's okay." Sui comforted the man, as Aisha watched with an impassive face. "We'll avenge your daughter."

"It's not for revenge!" The old man cried hoarsely. "My daughter- she wouldn't want us to do this for her, she was too kind for that! Do this, so that my granddaughters, Nora- Alice, they-"

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The old man devolved into a coughing fit, waving Sui away as she motioned to try and help the old man. He sat down in an armchair, taking a sip of water from a glass sitting in the armrest of the chair.

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"We'll be out of your hair now." Sui said quietly. "Rest easy tonight, okay?"

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As Sui closed the door behind her, Aisha turned to her more empathetic companion, looking deep into her still, blue globes.

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"Aren't you quite the silver tongue." Aisha observed.

"What's that?" Sui asked.

"It's a fey saying." Aisha mumbled. "It means you can speak to people's desires."

"It's just a matter of replication." Sui smiled. "Observe, and replicate."

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"You weren't observing then." Aisha pointed out. "You stepped in."

Sui turned on her heel, making long, exaggerated steps in the path, as she blew a deep breath out her mouth.

"I wasn't really interested in the default case." She said, pursing her lips. "That outcome is known."

"Huh?"

"There's more interesting data if I stepped in." Sui said, trying to explain herself a little better.

"Mmh." Aisha murmured.

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"But at any rate!" Sui said animatedly, turning to face Aisha. "You are the driver now! You're in charge of the mission now."

"What if I don't want to drive?" Aisha asked suddenly. "What if I want to watch?"

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Sui pouted. "Well then, I guess we would just be sitting here doing nothing."

"Tch."

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Aisha sighed as she rapped on the door with her knuckles, cracking her neck to the side absentmindedly. The door opened after a short pause, and Aisha opened her mouth to speak-

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"Oh my god, you two are so cute!" The woman inside squealed, before Aisha could even say anything, bouncing up and down excitedly. "Oh, are you from the church? I'll buy as many cookies as you two want!"

"Thank you!" Sui beamed, as Aisha rubbed her forehead.

"We're from the adventurers guild." She said slowly. "We're here to get rid of the demon."

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Suddenly, the excitement was drained from the woman's face, and her expression turned despondent. Aisha's eye twitched, as she ran over her frame, the food stains and dirt masking a youthful face. She hid the calluses on her hands quickly, but Aisha didn't miss them.

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"That's not funny." She said, crossing her arms over her apron.

"It's not a joke." Aisha growled.

"It's not." Sui agreed.

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"There's no way you two…" The woman muttered. "Such small, cute girls…"

"I'm going to lose my mind."

"Okay, okay… Come in."

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"We're getting nowhere." Aisha sighed, rubbing her forehead as she wandered around the small village. "Nobody's seen the demon fight. He comes at random. People don't talk about him."

"Well, he's male, right?" Sui offered.

"Yes?"

"Well, then he's probably a luca demon."

"I don't know what that is."

Sui tutted, smiling. "Don't you know anything about the castes in the wastes?"

"No. Not at all."

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Aisha grimaced. She should probably know much more about that place then she did, given that she lived with a demon for an entire year. But the topic had never really been brought up… or rather, her mistress never really liked to talk about it.

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"The humanoid demons in the wastes are split into four castes, based on their power!" Sui explained, holding up a finger for emphasis. "There's imps, succubi, luca, and then caballa.

Imps are the weakest, and they're mostly slaves to other, stronger demons. They're used as… meatshields, or food, labor, or offerings. You could say that they're a type of currency!"

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"What!?"

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"Succubi are mostly the same!" Sui continued, ignoring Aisha's surprised expression. "Except they provide sexual value. Succubi are usually stronger than imps, because they have easier ways to feed, since life energy can be drained through intercourse. And they're all female."

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"Currency?"

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"Luca demons are demons that are strong enough to enslave other demons. Strong enough to survive an attack from a clan. And then caballa demons are warlords - they recruit other demons to fight under them. Although they don't usually last long, they get killed by other caballa, or betrayed."

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Aisha was silent, as Sui finished speaking, tilting her head sideways with a smile.

"Is that really true?" Aisha asked quietly.

"What's true?"

"That… that demons… kill and eat each other?"

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"Uh huh!" Sui said cheerfully. "See, demon physiology-"

"Enough!" Aisha interrupted, yelling uncharacteristically. "I just- how do you know this?"

"Well, I've seen it. And I've scanned a few books."

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Aisha shook her head, ignoring Sui's strange choice of words, as always - trying to quell the idea of her mistress, her beloved, beloved, amazing mistress… killing and consuming other demons.

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No, no. Mistress was so kind, and so beautiful… she was an exception - it didn't matter how, she just knew that… that her mistress was perfect.

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"You okay?" Sui asked.

"Yeah." Aisha muttered back.

"Then what do you want to do now?"

"They say that the demon comes for sacrifices and supplies… once every few days." Aisha sighed. "So we… have to wait. God fucking dammit."

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"Is this your first time having to wait for a contract?" Sui asked sympathetically.

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"It'll get better!"

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Aisha just sighed as she leaned back on her bench. Was she really that easy to read?

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Aisha grumbled to herself as she buried her face into her bedsheets, so kindly provided to her by the lavernkeeper, a middle-aged man who clearly had a sexual interest in her. An entire day, wasted, having to squeeze information out of the townspeople like a used tube of toothpaste.

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It was annoying. People did not take her seriously, and it didn't help that Sui acted so… girly. Everybody either didn't respect her capabilities, or wanted to "protect her" from the danger.

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She scoffed audibly. She wanted to punch something. Maybe the persistent tavernkeep.

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(Don't do that.) A voice, not her own, echoed in her mind. (Control yourself!)

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"Isn't that rich." She muttered into her sheets. "The necromantic monster. Tells me to control my urges."

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(Hey!)

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A deep voice breathed into her ear, uncomfortably, if not familiarly close.

"You look frustrated."

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Aisha cursed internally as she jumped, Feng startling her as always.

"I thought I was supposed to be able to see you!" Aisha demanded.

"No." Feng said simply. "You aren't."

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"..." Aisha grabbed a pillow. "What do you mean by that?"

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"It means exactly what you think it means, kid."

"I'm not a kid, dammit!" Aisha fumed.

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"Hmph." Feng stared at Aisha, through a pair of lazy eyes. "You don't like to be treated like a child? It's… quite ironic, don't you think?"

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Aisha could only make a muted muffle of frustration.

"You have a concerning lack of patience." Feng said casually, looking at her nails, even though she was wearing gloves. "It's very important, in all lines of work."

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"Hmph." Aisha muttered. ""Why are you even here?"

"You know the answer. You're an intelligent girl."

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"You're just going to watch me sleep?" Aisha asked, mild disgust in her voice.

"No." Feng sighed. "I'm going to leave when you actually fall asleep. But it looks like you're going to have a restless night."

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Aisha scoffed, as she pulled herself up on the bed, sitting on a pillow as she rested her back on the headboard.

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"And why is that?"

"Your expression."

"Hmph."

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Aisha just sat there stiffly as Feng watched her, sitting down on a chair in the room, leaning back and resting her right ankle on her left knee. For an uncomfortably long time, they just stared, as Aisha tried her hardest to read the woman's expression.

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It was difficult. It was like her face was a mask, twisted into the same expression at all times, the same, slightly unhappy expression, a mix of every single negative emotion Aisha could think of. Eventually she got tired, and just sank dejectedly into the bed, not nearly warm enough, soft enough, or… mistress enough. But still, she buried herself in the sheets, protecting her from the cold air.

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"Is it true?" Aisha whispered.

"Huh?"

"Is it true that… you've never seen… a happy ending?"

Feng rested a cheek on her hand. "Not from someone like you, no."

Aisha balled her fists. "...No."

"Hm?"

"I refuse to believe… I refuse to believe that." Aisha said bitterly.

"Nobody believes that they're going to fail."

"No, no no…" Aisha shook her head aggressively. "This is going to be different! I'm going to come back to her- I'm going to go home, dammit!"

"Ahhh…" Feng tilted her head back, looking down at Aisha. "The fact that you say that-"

"SHUT UP!" Aisha yelled. "YOU'RE WRONG! I WILL FIND MISTRESS! I WILL GET DIAMOND RANK! AND NOTHING YOU SAY CAN-"

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"Let's say you do those things." Feng offered, tilting her head lazily. "What then?"

"Wuh?" Aisha asked dumbly. "Huh?"

"What if she doesn't love you anymore? You've changed quite a bit from when you first started."

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Aisha's mouth went dry, as she tried to form words, but wasn't able to. "...I…"

"What happens if you grow apart?" Feng pressed. "Like all lovers. What will you do then? What happens if that girl gets tired of you? Demons are sexual beings. They aren't usually satisfied with monogamous rela-"

"SHUT UP!" Aisha screamed, slamming her fist into Feng's face, and immediately clutching her hand, as she shattered most of the bones in her left hand. Aisha cried out in pain, falling to the floor as Feng looked down at her in a condescending manner.

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"Poor thing." She said, not a hint of empathy in her voice. "You're still just a kid, aren't you?"

"Shut up… Shut up…" Aisha cried weakly, cradling her left hand to her chest. "I'm going to fucking kill you… I'm going to get rid of you, and then the white asshole, and then… and then…"

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"How childish."

"I'M NOT A CHILD!" Aisha screamed petulantly. Feng just got up, laughing hollowly as she phased through the door, leaving.

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That night, Aisha didn't get any sleep.