[ She says it before she can change her mind. She could very much practice showing off her pet in the most humiliating way possible. But she doesn't want to. She doesn't want Aerith to see her that way, she tells herself. ]
There should be clothes that fit you in the armoire. Make yourself pretty for me. Prettier.
[ She bends down, kissing his hair, and then disentangles from him. Her own clothing choice is a pair of lace panties and a draping robe sheer enough it's near pointless. To tantalize him. Certainly not to offer him some solidarity.
Her heart is too soft for this. She's in over her head, and she absolutely can't let him go now. ]
[ He nods at her words, pushing himself to his feet as he slides out of the bed. It doesn't occur to him to ask about his own clothes, his belongings, even though he spares a thought to wondering why she'd sent him to her wardrobe instead. And who the clothes inside belonged to, as he sorts through them, looking for something that will fit.
There's not much, which he suspects is because he's much larger and broader than most fae. Of course it would have nothing to do with giving him limited choices, all of them fairly revealing. Considering she'd asked him to make himself pretty, though, that doesn't strike him as odd as it maybe should.
He ends up with something halfway between a pair of boxer briefs and a loincloth wrapped around his hips, dipping low enough that the top of the patch of red hair is visible over the fabric. Something sheer and vaguely netted is donned as a top, hiding absolutely nothing, but it was the closest thing to a shirt he could find in there.
He glances over his shoulder at her when she calls for him, looking a little uncertain if this is what she meant when she'd sent him to the wardrobe. ]
[ she cringes internally at how readily he obeys whatever she says. That was the point, she reminds herself, and he'd be much more difficult and much less calm if she hadn't. Most of that will wear off. She didn't want a slave. Choosing for himself to have to come back was worse anyway.
He asks for her approval yet again, pulling her attention back, and she flushes for a moment. She's been at Court awhile now, but Nibel did not have the revealing dress of the court fae. It still catches her by surprise sometimes. Sylvain dressed this way feels more intimate, more sexual even than having him naked with her. Her eyes take him in before she looks away. ]
It is.
[ She doesn't wait for him, knowing he'll follow as she returns to the kitchen, still the facade of a small cottage. It smells wonderful, and as promised, there's already cake laid out. She gives Aerith a silent embrace for strength, the other woman squeezing her warmly. Then she looks over Tifa's shoulder, a glint in her eye. ]
Soooo, pretty human, was that the best sex of your little mortal life?
[ He'll take that flush as a positive reaction, even a bit pleased that he can get that one from her after all they'd done the night before. He almost preens with it as he follows her out of the room, and then freezes again when the unfamiliar woman's gaze fastens onto him once more over Tifa's shoulder.
As for the question, he glances between them for a moment in confusion, trying to understand what's going on right now and how he should be reacting to this. Some part of him felt a little threatened but he couldn't understand why. ]
I've never met anyone like her before, not in either of our realms.
[ Aerith’s laugh is like bells and spring time, but there’s a bite to it too. Midsummer sun. ]
That’s true. There’s no one like Tifa. I made you both breakfast. Eat up, okay?
[ She’s still smirking knowingly at Tifa as they gather around the table, the cottage facade as much as trap for humans as a reminder of Tifa’s home. It normally feels nice to have Aerith here, but today it feels uncomfortable, like she would rather this would be private.
She doesn’t, however, want to go to Court alone. ]
He’s a better pet than I expected. For now, at least. He’s still fresh.
[ Sylvain has no idea what's going on. he can tell Tifa is a little tense, and while he'd be inclined to blame the unknown woman who stares at him like he's dessert, he's not sure that's entirely accurate.
It makes it hard to relax and settle, however, even though he does sink down at the table, gaze still bouncing uncertainly between the pair of them as his thoughts stumble over trying to understand the dynamic here. ]
[ Tifa sits too, forcing herself to take a decent serving of breakfast. Knowing Aerith, it'll have some kind of courage baked into it.
Aerith, not done, turns to Sylvain, face in her palm as she waves her fork around. ]
When she's ready, I'll have you both in my bed, and we will be the prettiest trio at court.
[ Tifa is red again, though the food is already doing its job. She's relaxing, feeling more confident. ] Torture most men would dream of. She's right. Eat. Court will probably be challenging.
[ He blinks at the unfamiliar woman before glancing between her and Tifa with lingering confusion. It's not that he hasn't had more than one person in his bed before but this feels different than anything else he's ever been caught up in before. Even if he's not sure why. And there's a wariness in him when it comes to the new woman that hadn't been there at all with Tifa, from the moment he'd laid eyes on her yesterday. he's not sure what that means, either.
So instead, he focuses on the other topic being discussed. ]
The Court...? [ That was why he was here, after all, but he'd seen no signs of actual civilization, let alone anything resembling one of the notorious fae courts. ]
She'll have to show off her pet publicly, make sure no one else tries to take you.
[ Tifa wants to sink into her seat. That's half of it. That she's going to torture him still sits uneasily with her. But what's done is done. ]
These are my rooms. You aren't to leave them unaccompanied.
[ She eats, because she needs it too. And when they finish, Aerith, sparkle in her eye, hands Tifa a bag. Tifa eyes her back and opens it, shaking her head. It's a collar and leash, beautiful braided leather. ]
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[ She says it before she can change her mind. She could very much practice showing off her pet in the most humiliating way possible. But she doesn't want to. She doesn't want Aerith to see her that way, she tells herself. ]
There should be clothes that fit you in the armoire. Make yourself pretty for me. Prettier.
[ She bends down, kissing his hair, and then disentangles from him. Her own clothing choice is a pair of lace panties and a draping robe sheer enough it's near pointless. To tantalize him. Certainly not to offer him some solidarity.
Her heart is too soft for this. She's in over her head, and she absolutely can't let him go now. ]
Come, pet.
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There's not much, which he suspects is because he's much larger and broader than most fae. Of course it would have nothing to do with giving him limited choices, all of them fairly revealing. Considering she'd asked him to make himself pretty, though, that doesn't strike him as odd as it maybe should.
He ends up with something halfway between a pair of boxer briefs and a loincloth wrapped around his hips, dipping low enough that the top of the patch of red hair is visible over the fabric. Something sheer and vaguely netted is donned as a top, hiding absolutely nothing, but it was the closest thing to a shirt he could find in there.
He glances over his shoulder at her when she calls for him, looking a little uncertain if this is what she meant when she'd sent him to the wardrobe. ]
Is this... okay?
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He asks for her approval yet again, pulling her attention back, and she flushes for a moment. She's been at Court awhile now, but Nibel did not have the revealing dress of the court fae. It still catches her by surprise sometimes. Sylvain dressed this way feels more intimate, more sexual even than having him naked with her. Her eyes take him in before she looks away. ]
It is.
[ She doesn't wait for him, knowing he'll follow as she returns to the kitchen, still the facade of a small cottage. It smells wonderful, and as promised, there's already cake laid out. She gives Aerith a silent embrace for strength, the other woman squeezing her warmly. Then she looks over Tifa's shoulder, a glint in her eye. ]
Soooo, pretty human, was that the best sex of your little mortal life?
Aerith [ Tifa hisses. ]
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As for the question, he glances between them for a moment in confusion, trying to understand what's going on right now and how he should be reacting to this. Some part of him felt a little threatened but he couldn't understand why. ]
I've never met anyone like her before, not in either of our realms.
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That’s true. There’s no one like Tifa. I made you both breakfast. Eat up, okay?
[ She’s still smirking knowingly at Tifa as they gather around the table, the cottage facade as much as trap for humans as a reminder of Tifa’s home. It normally feels nice to have Aerith here, but today it feels uncomfortable, like she would rather this would be private.
She doesn’t, however, want to go to Court alone. ]
He’s a better pet than I expected. For now, at least. He’s still fresh.
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It makes it hard to relax and settle, however, even though he does sink down at the table, gaze still bouncing uncertainly between the pair of them as his thoughts stumble over trying to understand the dynamic here. ]
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Aerith, not done, turns to Sylvain, face in her palm as she waves her fork around. ]
When she's ready, I'll have you both in my bed, and we will be the prettiest trio at court.
[ Tifa is red again, though the food is already doing its job. She's relaxing, feeling more confident. ] Torture most men would dream of. She's right. Eat. Court will probably be challenging.
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So instead, he focuses on the other topic being discussed. ]
The Court...? [ That was why he was here, after all, but he'd seen no signs of actual civilization, let alone anything resembling one of the notorious fae courts. ]
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[ Tifa wants to sink into her seat. That's half of it. That she's going to torture him still sits uneasily with her. But what's done is done. ]
These are my rooms. You aren't to leave them unaccompanied.
[ She eats, because she needs it too. And when they finish, Aerith, sparkle in her eye, hands Tifa a bag. Tifa eyes her back and opens it, shaking her head. It's a collar and leash, beautiful braided leather. ]
For both of you!.
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It doesn't even occur to him that he might need to be wary of the food and drink once more - or that he should have been last night.
But he does choke on a bite when Tifa pulls out what looks like a leather collar and leash, blinking at it with wide eyes. Surely she didn't...? ]