Make herself the center of attention

"Hey, ladies!" Both Cuties turned around in shock to see a thin, dark-skinned, and completely naked woman smiling and waving at them. "Were you looking for me?"

Zenith didn't have a plan for what she was doing. She didn't think before her feet carried her out from her hiding spot and her tongue started goading the conservative ladies her way. She knew the danger she had placed herself in, but at the same time... it was fun. The warm rush in her chest sent her into a frenzy, and she couldn't help but smile as the night air tickled her skin.

However, the conservative lasses certainly weren't smiling as their mouths were contorted into horrified expressions at the sight of such brazen shamelessness. After a few moments of befuddled silence, Horatia, in perhaps a fumbled attempt to show her authority, cried out, "T-temptress! How dare you!" This was followed by some blubbering that Zenith assumed was supposed to be more vague exclamations, which only made her stifle a chuckle.

"I heard you ladies were looking for a naughty girl, and I think I'm in need of some punishment." Emphasizing her insinuation, Zenith arched her back and stuck out her rear, placing the tip of her finger between her lips for good measure.

Horatia turned to her young companion, her face betraying a wave of bewildered anger, and told her, "Cretia, deliver retribution on this lost soul! This is your rite of passage!"

"Uh... okay?" Cretia, confused but devoted, took a step toward Zenith, arms outstretched tentatively.

Zenith grinned cheekily before turning around and mooning her pursuers. "I can't make it too easy, though. Catch me if you can!" Letting out a "tee-hee," she took off down the street, waving her arms above her head for good measure. She didn't look back but could hear the sounds of the two Cuties scrambling with their robes to chase after her.

The night air swirled around Zenith's body as she frolicked through the empty street. The sounds of rustling fabric and exclamations of polite surprise behind her kept the ebony beauty aware of her pursuers, but she knew she could easily outrun them if she tried. Once they were all far enough away from the bathhouse, she'd give them the slip and let them simmer in frustration. The image of them angrily pouting like schoolgirls in the early morning light sent even more adrenaline surging through her veins. Along with what was probably not adrenaline (adrenaline didn't tend to leak out of a person's pussy).

As her run down the dirt road turned to a more casual jog, it occurred to Zenith that she hadn't ever simply taken a stroll through Pilla. She supposed there was no time like the present, especially when she had to keep running to get away from the baths. Most of the houses in the town were pretty uniform, with only the rare balcony or loft extending out in front. It made sense; no one in Pilla had the luxury to spruce up their homes. If they did, they wouldn't be living in Pilla to begin with. The business "district" wasn't much better. Really, the only building in town that stood out from the rest was the Mayor's residence where she was employed, and that wasn't saying much.

As the ordinary building fronts passed by, Zenith dwelled on that similarity. There truly was nothing distinguishing one part of town from another. Even with the town being as small as it was, if you weren't paying attention, it was very easy to get lost.

Oh shit. Zenith's eyes went wide as her eyes darted around. What street did I just go down? Am I south or north of the bathhouse? How long have I been out here, anyway?

Venturing a peek over her shoulder, she saw the Cuties seemed to have gotten a second wind and were actually starting to gain on her. But more curiously, the younger recruit was rolling back her sleeve, an act of heresy according to the women of C.U.T.E. However, her reason became clear when a yellow light started to glow from her palm.

Thinking fast, Zenith darted into an alleyway just as Cretia shot forth a glowing tendril of yellow energy at her. The tendril wrapped itself around a barrel sitting right where Zenith had just been, sending a new wave of emotion rushing through the naked woman's nerves. But this time it wasn't a pleasant one.

"Shit!" Cretia shouted, recalling her magical rope. "I almost had her." A SMACK rang out as soon as she spoke, followed by a high-pitched cry of pain.

Horatia's voice, in it's trademark obstinate condescension, rang in Zenith's ears. "Do not let such vulgarity cross your lips young one. You will be disciplined as soon as we return to the convent."

"But, sister-"

"No excuses. Just make haste and capture that miscreant."