And a meeting with a red-head

Ignazio made his way into the Guild as usual, eventually finding his way into his office and taking a seat.

It was going to be a pretty long day, he imagined. Not because of stress, or a heavy workload, or anything like that. But because it meant he had to wait all day before he could have fun with his girls.

He let out a sigh and relaxed back in his chair. His eyes drifted shut. He wasn't sure exactly how long it was, but eventually there was a knock on his door that roused him.

"Hm? Uh. Come on in!"

The door slowly opened, revealing Erza there, still wearing her tank top and booty shorts from before.

"Apologies. Am I bothering-- I mean..." She stopped, taking a breath to parse out her words.

"Sorry. Am I being annoying?" She said. It was clear she was trying to change how she spoke. It... Wasn't exactly going well. Even when she used words she otherwise wouldn't, it was like hearing a dog meow. The sound was different, but the tone was still a bark.

"It's fine, Erza. What's up?"

Erza entered the room, sitting down across from him. She was clearly uncomfortable. It didn't look right on her.

"Is there a problem?"

"Well... First. Controlling my speech is.. I mean, changing how I talk is hard" she stated. "But my hobby.. I think I finally found one."

Ignazio looked at her, expectingly.

"But... I... I feel strangely about it. I mean... It feels weird" she huffed

"For now, just try talking normally" he replied with a smile

"Understood. I find it strange. I have been dancing, yet whenever I do so I..."

She paused, not trying to change her words this time, merely find them.

"I find myself thinking of you. Of what you may think."

"Thinking of me?" He asked

She shifted in her seat

"I find myself feeling a sense of pride in doing what you asked of me. And I find myself wonder if you may be proud too. But that feels wrong--"

Erza paused, her eyes going blank.

"Nothing Ignazio's clients do is strange. Any changes are there to help. I should just ignore it" She droned, before reverting to normal.

"Apologies... Anyway, I wished to see how you truly felt about it."

Ignazio simply sat back, gesturing for her to do what she wanted.

Erza stood, moving the chair out of the way, then...

"Requip!"

Suddenly Erza's body was no longer covered by her now normal attire. Instead she found herself wearing the same coconut bra and grass skirt from the other night, standing proud before Ignazio

"Hula dancing?" He asked

He could see her tense up.

"Does he disapprove?" He heard in her mind

"Not quite what I expected from you... But a pleasant surprise" he added. He could see her release a sigh of relief.

He took a moment to turn on some hula music, before looking to her.

She began to slowly and sensually sway her hips, her arms rolling and gliding easily like the waves. But that wasn't where Ignazio's attention went. His eyes were almost immediately glued to her breasts.

While the coconuts obscured them slightly, they did not secure them. Her tits were bouncing playfully before his eyes with each step she took.

His eyes only moved from them when Erza spun around, now shaking her ass side to side.

It was unforseen obscured by the strands of fake grass, but even so, the grass seemed to shape to her ass, so the outline was visible. And, on occasion, the grass would shift in such a way that a bit of her skin would shine through.

As the song wound down, Erza turned back, her breasts now his focus again in the brief moments before the song ended.

She stood there, silently, her hands crossed over her lap and her eyes down, like a child awaiting the Critique of a parent.

"Wow..." Was all he could manage to say.

Once more she breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you like it... But..." She paused once more "I've learned it. I'm unsure what to do now."

"What do you mean? You learn another."

"A-another?!"

"Erza. Dancing is a lot like fighting. You didn't just learn to use one style, Right? You fight in many different ways."

Erza sat down, the grass rustling as she did.

"I see... And you would--" she gulped "Be.. proud of me for doing so?" She asked, her face reddening a bit. And that's when it hit him. This is how he would break Erza down. She wanted praise. She was so used to being the best of the best. Of always getting the same praise over and over. She wanted a goal to work for.

"Of course I would. But I think we both know you need to let go a bit more to do so, don't we?"

Erza remained silent

"That's what I thought. So, Erza, how about a session?"

Erza looked up to him with a fire in her eyes.

"Of course"

Ignazio looked back with a smile.

"Slumbering Soldier"

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"BAHAHAHAHA! Cana! What the hell's up with that outfit?" Elfman boomed, seeing Cana dressed only in a bath robe.

Cana glared at him, downing a glass of water as though it were ****.

"I just forgot to wash my clothes, alright?" She sassed.

"Heh. So you're MORE forgetful without **** brain?" Macao teased.

Cana scrunched her face and filled up her tankard with water again.

"Oh whatever. It's not like you've ever forgotten something. Besides, I bet I could still kick both of your asses"

"Wha-- whaddya mean 'still?!'" Elfman stammered "A real man would never let a girl like you beat me!"

"Yeah? Wanna test that theory?" She replied with a smirk.

"YOU'RE ON! Macao, come on!"

Macao sighed

"Guess I can't say no... But don't ya think it's a little unfair? Both of us against just her?"

"What about it?" Elfman huffed

"I dunno. Let her pick a partner or something. And maybe get some actual clothes on so she doesn't lose that towel of hers"

Levy rolled her eyes and walked over, quickly using her enchantment magic on Cana.

"H-hey! What are you--" Cana stopped when she realized Levy wasn't doing anything to harm her.

"There. Now the robe won't come off. At least until I undo the enchantment." She stated with a huff, before brushing past her.

"What was that all about?" Elfman questioned.

"nothing. Now, you mentioned a partner?" Cana smirked as she looked around the guild "Hey! Lucy!"

Lucy froze

"M-me?! I don't wanna get involved in this!" She whined.

"You still owe me for taking that guy off your hands."

Lucy scrunched her face. She DID kinda foist a crappt date onto Cana so she could go on a quest with Natsu.

"Ugh. Fiiine!" She boomed; standing up.

"Hehe. Lucy's gonna show us what it takes to be a real man!" Elfman boomed

"But she's a chick" Cana sassed

"That doesn't matter. Being a man has nothing to do with gender"

Cana stood there dumbfounded for a moment, before letting out a sigh as the rest of the guild members pushed furniture aside to make a fighting spot for the four to brawl.

Levy, meanwhile, sat on the upper floor, looking down at them. She was, at least, acting disinterested. But part of her had to admit that she was rooting for her new sister in slavery. Not that she LIKES that, and certainly would never tell Cana.