Fisti?

To be honest, I wasn’t sure what came over me.

Fisti seemed to share that sentiment. I don’t doubt that she was earnest about it, but she probably also thought she was safe from getting picked.

Perhaps, that was the reason I picked her. I quite enjoyed her squirming two days ago and perhaps I developed a taste for it.

Well, unsavory reasons aside, she is the one person most familiar with Sylphid. I will also use this opportunity to get some clues about how best to convince her to not enslave me.

But Fisti wasn’t the only one who was surprised.

“You got to be fucking kidding me!”, Cassandra cried out. “I thought she was the fucking safe bet! I was looking forward to a free afternoon! Fuck!”

Oh, right. Cassandra made sense as the buddy.

Fisti didn’t like it either. “W-what are ya complaining, ya damn slaver! Ya love to humiliate me!”

The slaver rolled her eyes at that. “Keep telling yourself that, honey. Your doing most of the humiliating yourself.”

“Ya wanna say this again? TO MY FISTS!”

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It took a considerable amount of effort but eventually I got the two archenemies to somewhat calm down. After the girls got dressed Cassandra and I retreated into my bedroom for a strategy meeting.

“So…”, Cassandra started as she immediately began raiding the bar. “I mean...hm...humiliation huh?”

Yes...that was the stupid game we where playing today, apparently How exactly does Beatrice keep getting away with this?

Cassandra found what she was locking for and started by taking a swig from the bottle first.“Well, fucking you would be pretty humiliating.”

“I’m not **** her”, I replied with as much dignity as I could muster.

“You **** snakegirl.”

Oh, you got to be kidding me. “Yes, and I don’t intend to make a habit out of it.”

“Right, of course not”, Cassandra continued calmly chugging at her bottle. “Who are you kidding, Daddy? You are going to drop this nice guy facade sooner or later.”

Is Cassandra just pissed that she lost the bitch queen crown and is now trying to reclaim it?

“Ok, how about this?”, she further suggested, “We can get someone else to fuck her and you can watch.”

“N.O. R.A.P.E.”

“Geez”, Cassandra groaned. “You’re not exactly making this easy, Daddy.”

“Oh fuck you, Cassandra!”, I finally snapped. “I picked Fisti because she seemed the safest option! You think dealing with all your bullshit is easy? Getting constantly mocked and ridiculed and still trying to be reasonable? You think I don’t want to lash out at you or Beatrice or my fucking lifelong bully? I picked Fisti because I was afraid about what I would do with someone else!”

Cassandra listened to my outburst with a resoundingly calm expression. Then she smirked. “Good. That’s good Daddy. Finally we get some proper reactions out of you. Kinda crazy that you hold out that long. That’s not healthy.”

“I don’t need therapy from you.” I snatched Cassandra’s bottle out of her hand and took a huge gulp myself, only to immediately cough.

“Careful there Daddy, this is the real stuff. Not something for novice drinkers.”

She got me there. This was the first liquor I ingested since...I can’t even remember.

“Alright, alright”, for some reason the Huntress chuckled. “You want some harmless wholesome fun with Fisti, right? Want to see her blush and squirm a bit but nothing really above that. That about right?”

Having her say it like that it sounded pretty pathetic. But I nodded regardless. “Think you can handle that?”

Cassandra grinned.

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“So what have ya planned, slaver?” Fisti asked for about the tenth time since we left the tower

Of course the slaver in question was silent. This was a surprise after all.

“It’s nothing too bad”, I assured the nervous girl. “You might even enjoy it.”

“I doubt that”, Fisti grumbled.

Our destination was inside the fighter’s dorm. Which was just about the only place in Rasheul I could still visit without getting hounded by overzealous fans.

At this stage of the tournament the fighters dorm was definitely fairly deserted, but all the shops and facilities where still operational. I plan to meet with Sylphid here in just a few hours but for now we had a different destination.

Fisti squeezed her eyes at the sign. “Where are we?”

“You can read, right?”, Cassandra asked. “That’s a Boutique.”

“A Bouwhat?”, Fisti gasped.

“A clothing store”, Cassandra responded. “Where getting some new digs for you.”

Fisti gaped like a fish. “N-new clothes? I’m not getting fashion advice from ya, ya harlot!”

“Tough, you’re wearing what I say, now follow along.”

I nodded opened the automated sliding door by inserting my fighter pass and in we went.

Fisti looked a bit overwhelmed.

Can’t really blame her. This wasn’t exactly my stomping ground either. Especially since I found a rather familiar dress prominently displayed.

Apparently the tournament wasted no time in selling the new Amber Princess line.

And the price was absolutely outrageous.

Cassandra cared little for that and instead walked around as if she owned the place. Which she might as well have, there was no clerk here. A scanner at the exit would automatically deduct any purchase we made from my fighter’s pass.

And with how many clothes Cassandra was snatching from the shelves I was definitely worried about my bottom line. Weird too, Cassandra doesn’t strike me as a person who cared much about fashion.

“Alright, Mari. Fisti is going to model some clothes for you now. Oh, mind telling her she has to obey me?”

“Is that really necessary?”

The huntress chuckled. “Definitely.”

I rolled my eyes. “You have to obey her Fisti. As long as it is clothing related.”

This should prevent Cassandra from taking advantage of Fisti.

“Good. Wait here”, Cassandra ordered and then pulled a protesting Fisti with her into a rather spacious dressing room.

I sighed and did.

Was I just dragged along for a shopping spree? I rather they don’t use me as a glorified bank account but at least the girls spend some quality time together.

“Are ya crazy I can’t wear that!”

Shut up and put it on!”

“Ya mangy slaver! I rip yer eyes out!”

Even though the quality of said time is certainly questionable.

There was a bit of a struggle behind the curtain but eventually it stopped.

Cassandra boldly pulled the curtain back and I almost did a double take.

Because Fisti stood there in nothing but underwear.

Fairly lacy one too. This was definitely not the stuff she was usually wearing.

Probably goes without saying but Fisti was utterly mortified. Granted we had the shop for us right now, but at any moment someone else could enter.

“Turn around”, Cassandra ordered. “Slowly.”

Fisti did. Showing off every inch of the black bra and equally black panties. It would honestly look pretty good, but since Fisti was squirming like crazy a lot of the mature allure was lost.

“What do you think, Daddy?”

“Uh”, I gulped and averted my eyes. “It looks nice?”

“That tells us absolutely nothing.” Cassandra groaned and slapped Fisti on the butt. “Hey you, pose for Daddy, and smile.”

Fisti put one hand on her hip and the other behind her head and smiled.

I gulped. I can imagine how embarrassed Fisti must be right now. At least it’s only us that see her.

”Don’t overdo it, Cassandra.”

The huntress rolled her eyes at that. “You saw her stark naked just an hour earlier, Daddy.”

“D-don’t remind me of that! And can I stop posing already!”

“Sure”, Cassandra allowed. “The moment Daddy answers the question. Daddy?”

It looks like the fastest way out of this is to just play along. “You know...I don’t think that is exactly her style.”

“Ya don’t have to look if ya don’t like it!”, Fisti blurted out.

“That’s kinda the point, Daddy”, Cassandra stated as she watched her unwilling model. “We try to get Fisti something that doesn’t look like it comes from the toddler section.”

“I..I don’t wear children’s underwear!”

I nodded. Fisti’s choice in undergarment was certainly a bit on the childish side. Not that there was anything wrong with that. She can dress however she likes.

Unfortunately, Cassandra disagreed with that. “Alright, lets try something else.”

And just like that a very unhappy Fisti was pulled back and the curtain closed again.

...

I will be here for a while, huh?