New Arc - New Places - New Faces

The castle gates opened and revealed a massive hall out of which two hallways went off, one to each side. Right in front of him John could see a staircase leading up to whatever was in the upper floors. The red carpet that was not only on the staircase but seemingly the entire floor felt soft beneath Johns feet. As if he was walking barefooted on the beach. He was certain this had to be some kind of magic, after all he was wearing shoes.

"John, I need to go to my room real quick. Can you just... oh great." Henrietta sighed as a door in the right corridor opened and a black haired girl almost sprinted towards them.

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello I have been so lonely so when I heard that you came back or I mean I didn't hear that you came back but that someone came back I instantly came running so I could see who it was and say hi and maybe we could have some fun please I really am bored here!?" Whoever the girl was, she managed to spit out all this in less than five seconds which almost triggered John to get some headaches from it, but Henrietta quickly started smiling.

"Hey Many, I am really busy, but my friend John here would really like to get to know you. John, just stay with her till I pick you up again, okay? See ya." And with that she ran off, the smuggest of all smiles on her face, knowing full well that she was currently being mentally cursed by John for doing this.

"Oh so you are John my name is Many which is short for Manuella but everyone calls me Many which is somewhat super cute because I never had a nickname before I got here and..." John wanted to try to talk to her, he really did, but he just couldn't find a way. She was somehow not breathing in at any point but just kept going so John decided to spend the time otherwise. He watched her body.

Her black hair was falling on her shoulders, not stopped by her dress or any other kind of clothes for that matter. Given how Victoria was dressed John had kinda hoped all girls at this castle would be somewhat revealing. Sure, she was not really a prude, given that her cleavage was deep enough to proof that she wasn't wearing a bra, as well as the fact that her dress ended halfway down her thighs and revealed all of her shoulders. But if he compared this 'party girl' outfit to the 'slutty secretary that reveals her cunt, ass, and tits to everyone', she seemed rather boring.

John stopped for a second. Wait a minute. He was certain she wasn't wearing a bra, that much was obvious, so why couldn't he see her nipples. The dress she decided to wear was a light grey one, and he could see her skin tone shine through at parts, so why was neither something poking out at her tits, nor was he seeing the skin tone change he wished for. Since he had no idea how to bring this up, nor what she was still brabbling about, given that he ignored her for good thirty seconds by now, he simply interrupted her. Why be charming if the boss is known for slapping asses and going around with sluts anyway?

"For fucks sake, if you don't slow down during your speech I can't talk to you!" Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth again. "Hush, before you roll into the next barrage of words, why don't you use that mouth for something usefull and tell me why I can't see your tits through that dress."

"Oh... I am so sorry." Pause. "Is it okay," Pause "if I talk" pause "like this?" was she mocking him now? The words still came out super fast, and the pauses in between just made her seem retarded. John was close to just knocking her out... and then finding out what the deal was with her breasts without asking. "Okay - Well - I am - wearing my - nipple - duct tape - I am - allergic to - being covered by - something else." Whereas the information was somewhat interesting to John, the fact of her speech pattern was that it made it hard for him to follow it.

"What kind of allergy is that? And honestly, just talk normal, I somehow will follow." The pauses were more annoying than helping after all.

"Oh some of the girls noticed that I have an allergy that if I put any clothes on my pussy or boobies then I will get real sick so I use duct tape so I can walk normally." Couldn't Henrietta slow down time? Maybe if she made a time bubble around Many, she would talk normally.

"And you had no problem with that, whatsoever?" John was getting curious after all.

"No why I mean if I have this allergy it would only make sense for them to tell me right after all we are a team and should stick together when..." He drove back into his inner monologue. What had Henrietta told him before? Every person here was a hero. And they all had to pay something weird. What if this girl became sexually ignorant? It was a fetish he knew quite well from the internet, a pure fantasy of course. A person who put no mind to anything sexual happening to her. If that was true, she probably wouldn't even know that her pussy was a private part. John smiled at the thought of what options this would reveal for him.