Malicious compliance

“Kira, Kira, Kira. When you said you wanted to make this night special, I promised that I would do my best. And so you have nothing to worry about on that front. Besides I’m sure he has vitality to spare if he can keep you and- the Lamia satisfied.” Kira’s eyes went wide and she stopped herself from apologizing, knowing full well that an apology made was an acknowledgment of debt to the fae. “Leave enough of him intact for me please. It’s bad enough that I have to share him with what seems like every woman in the office.” Honey’s eyes glinted. What an interesting mortal to keep more than one maiden satisfied and managed.

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Across the crowded restaurant Saris and Gwenneth sat at the table Saris had kept reserved for every Friday night for the last forty years. “Is that Mr. Penn?” Gwenneth’s eyes shot up from her plate, her neck stretched to peer out over heads. She could see them out on the balcony. Is he on a date with Cheryl?!? She didn’t think they were an item, but the way she was dressed… “Oh, I should go swing by. Say hi.” Saris shook her head. “They’re busy, besides this is our night. You’ve spent nearly the whole week with them. If they see us then I’m sure that at some point they’ll come over and pay tribute.” Gwenneth pouted. “I suppose I’ll see them on Monday.”

“Hmmn? Oh no, no on Monday you’re moving to accounts. The rotation?”

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The night was looking to be exceptionally lovely. The wine was perfect, the food superb, the ambiance to die for. Cheryl and Arthur spent an excellent meal in each other’s company. “I’ve had a wonderful time tonight, Arthur. It’s a shame that the table is too small for me.” She giggled as she said it but her eyes glinted mischievously. Her tail was long enough to coil around the table several times, sadly there would be no way to conceal her under it, but Arthur grinned. Looking around, he got down on one knee and ducked under the table cloth. Cheryl yelped as a hands gripped her scaled hips.