Upon opening the door to the President's room, she would find a fair, brown-haired woman with soft curves, quietly reading a book. She was quite attractive, but nothing would seem off other than her white horns, or the fact that she was only dressed in what appeared to be skintight gauze. She was still woozy from the madness she got hit with the previous day, and she was trying to ignore her arousal and not wantonly make out with a chair, her bed, or that unusual white tail sticking out just above her rear.
She looked at the woman and smiled. "So you're the service they were talking about? Well, I did ask for the silver tray, so you can put that over there." She did wonder why her patron was so moody, but she would wait for a good opportunity to answer.
Katarina nodded and bowed politely. She balanced the tray on tip of her fingers to close the door behind her, before making her way over tho the coffee table in front of the woman. The clicking of the heels was unheard due to thick, red carpet.
Katarina never paid any attentions to how other person looked like or if there was something that made the person stand out. Throughout her life she met the lowest scoundrels and noble rules- all of them still stood in fear in front of her daggers. She wasn't noble, but she wasn't the lowest low... or maybe she was. She was assassin after all. But it is a useless assassin without her weapons, that's for sure. Curse the tricky house to hell.
After she placed the tray down, she stepped away from the table, but still in front of the other woman. She was attractive - she couldn't deny that. With small bow, she asked:"Is there anything else you need, Mistress?"
Well, she was a bit on the uptight part. Konoka was not going to do very much just having her irritable like this. It would be time to relax her.
To start, she would first get her victim to relax--or at least get turned on. "Why don't you have a seat on the bed?" She said while she quickly got up to go check the mass of silver plates. A small peek confirmed it was exactly as she ordered--lots of fun toys and rope!
Unfortunately, she needed a brief respite, so after smiling and putting the case back on, she said, "I'll need a little break, be right back~!" And she left towards the bathroom, leaving Katarina alone for a moment. If the assassin was planning anything to counter the girl, now might be the time to act.
"Yes Mistress," she said as the woman disappeared in the bathroom.
Katarina could recognize that something's going on from a mile away. But the instructions of the Hotel that were written on the note were to follow the instructions and if she disobeyed anything that was ordered to her, she would be punished appropriately by the Hotel. And that's the last thing she wanted.
She moved slowly towards the bed and sat down, crossing her legs. She didn't know the other woman at all. But apparently the Hotel loved her therefore the special gift. Aka Katarina all wrapped up in bow. And the woman Katarina needed to serve seemed pleased by the Hotel's choice.
Karen wasn't entirely sure what she'd done to earn special treatment from the hotel, but if it meant she got to live in a room like this, clearly she needed to keep doing it. The normal hotel rooms were already quite luxurious, but this was enough to impress even a rich girl like her, even before the addition of a sexy redhead in a maid uniform.
She'd been relaxing on the bed in her nightgown, so she sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. "Ah, is that dinner? Just set it anywhere for the moment, and come here and sit. That can't be at all comfortable."
"As you wish," she nodded and bowed slightly, closing the door behind her, balancing the tray on her other hand. She had no problem doing so, even if she never was a real maid.
She made her way over to the bed, her heels making soft thumps across the floor, placing the tray on the nightstand. After she lifted the lids from the plates and placed them away, she sat down on the bed. She felt slightly uncomfortable since the dress was too short, so she had to cross her legs.
Karen was keenly aware of what exposed too much of which parts of Katarina's body, but when she reached over and unbuttoned a couple more buttons on the dress, it was for an entirely unrelated reason. "There," she said as she withdrew her hands. "You should feel less constricted now."
She took a teacup from the nightstand. "So. Who are you, and what would you rather be doing?"
Katarina blushed slightly and looked away. Yes, hear breasts were not constricted anymore, but her cleavage was even more exposed. A one tug or two and she would be naked for the upper part. She tried to relax but it was kind of hard in this kind of outfit. It was slightly embarrassing.
She turned her gaze back at the woman:"My name is Katarina Du Couteau and I have a challenge to attend but the blasted Hotel took away my weapons. So, I must listen to what's been told to me while wearing this if I want to get my stuff back." Blunt and to the dot.
Ami wasn't expecting a delivery that evening, and yet there was a knock on the door. That didn't surprise her, and yet in a way it did. Most people just walked right in or appeared in her room without any kind of warning. A knock was kind of nice, so she got up and strolled over to take a peek at who was there. The familiar head of red hair left her smiling, and she quickly opened the door.
"Hello again," she said, unable to keep herself from looking over what the assassin was wearing. It was cute, too cute almost, and she could feel her cheeks growing warm just from looking. "Please, come in. You can set that down on the table."
Katarina blinked- she knew this girl. From back when she first arrived. She didn't really expect that she needs to serve Ami. Well- it was whole lot-a-better then people she didn't know- in situations like that her killing instinct tended to rise... which wasn't pleasure for both Kat and poor person she was with.
"Hello," she smiled and nodded slightly, entering the room and closing the door behind her silently. She made her way to the table and placed the tray down, then moved to the side of the table, with hands behind her. "Anything else, Mistress?"
Ami didn't necessarily felt she needed to be served, but that would all depend how warm the air became between them. For the moment she was intent to be a good host, even if it seemed the other woman was dressed for that part. Her cheeks darkened at the word mistress. There was a little of that familiar heat.
"Mistress?" She asked, turning around so that her skirt flared out to each side. "It must have been a long walk with those shoes on. Please, sit for a few minutes. I'll make some tea." Tea which she was already preparing by starting some water boiling.
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She looked at the woman and smiled. "So you're the service they were talking about? Well, I did ask for the silver tray, so you can put that over there." She did wonder why her patron was so moody, but she would wait for a good opportunity to answer.
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Katarina never paid any attentions to how other person looked like or if there was something that made the person stand out. Throughout her life she met the lowest scoundrels and noble rules- all of them still stood in fear in front of her daggers. She wasn't noble, but she wasn't the lowest low... or maybe she was. She was assassin after all. But it is a useless assassin without her weapons, that's for sure. Curse the tricky house to hell.
After she placed the tray down, she stepped away from the table, but still in front of the other woman. She was attractive - she couldn't deny that. With small bow, she asked:"Is there anything else you need, Mistress?"
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To start, she would first get her victim to relax--or at least get turned on. "Why don't you have a seat on the bed?" She said while she quickly got up to go check the mass of silver plates. A small peek confirmed it was exactly as she ordered--lots of fun toys and rope!
Unfortunately, she needed a brief respite, so after smiling and putting the case back on, she said, "I'll need a little break, be right back~!" And she left towards the bathroom, leaving Katarina alone for a moment. If the assassin was planning anything to counter the girl, now might be the time to act.
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Katarina could recognize that something's going on from a mile away. But the instructions of the Hotel that were written on the note were to follow the instructions and if she disobeyed anything that was ordered to her, she would be punished appropriately by the Hotel. And that's the last thing she wanted.
She moved slowly towards the bed and sat down, crossing her legs. She didn't know the other woman at all. But apparently the Hotel loved her therefore the special gift. Aka Katarina all wrapped up in bow. And the woman Katarina needed to serve seemed pleased by the Hotel's choice.
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She'd been relaxing on the bed in her nightgown, so she sat up and turned to sit on the side of the bed. "Ah, is that dinner? Just set it anywhere for the moment, and come here and sit. That can't be at all comfortable."
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She made her way over to the bed, her heels making soft thumps across the floor, placing the tray on the nightstand. After she lifted the lids from the plates and placed them away, she sat down on the bed. She felt slightly uncomfortable since the dress was too short, so she had to cross her legs.
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She took a teacup from the nightstand. "So. Who are you, and what would you rather be doing?"
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She turned her gaze back at the woman:"My name is Katarina Du Couteau and I have a challenge to attend but the blasted Hotel took away my weapons. So, I must listen to what's been told to me while wearing this if I want to get my stuff back." Blunt and to the dot.
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"Hello again," she said, unable to keep herself from looking over what the assassin was wearing. It was cute, too cute almost, and she could feel her cheeks growing warm just from looking. "Please, come in. You can set that down on the table."
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"Hello," she smiled and nodded slightly, entering the room and closing the door behind her silently. She made her way to the table and placed the tray down, then moved to the side of the table, with hands behind her. "Anything else, Mistress?"
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"Mistress?" She asked, turning around so that her skirt flared out to each side. "It must have been a long walk with those shoes on. Please, sit for a few minutes. I'll make some tea." Tea which she was already preparing by starting some water boiling.
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