Pool Time: Final Part

Malza was beyond annoyed, her role seemed to be changing without her input. She had to maintain some semblance of professionalism, it was the duty of all Paladins. This was exceedingly difficult as a Caprae, they had a reputation for being the opposite of what she was. To make matter more problematic, the person that she was assigned to had the kind of dignity she expected to have due to similar circumstances to herself. But now that decorum was flying out the window, admittedly due to the presence of a rare opportunity, and now Malza was finding it hard to hold her own decorum due to that same presence; it was taking practically all her willpower to keep herself as she was during this period where she observed the other women around this artificial pool.

From the looks of things, Yuri, the figure Malza’s charge had been sent to interact with, was in a similar predicament to herself. The fact he was basically a kindred spirit in this moment only made her own situation worse. And things really started going downhill with that outfit Yuri had called a “micro-bikini” ending up in the possession of a demon-kin, and escalated even further with her literally just undressing and putting on the outfit in front of Yuri and herself. Whatever sense of shame these women had, including her own charge, appeared to have been left at the gate the moment this pool had become a viable option and not just a mark to check on the tour. Although, Malza was thankful for the fact Yuri did have this private residence; it was far more luxurious, and more advanced, than any castle or mage tower she had been aware of up to that point.

Malza was thankful that Yuri was concerned about what he referred to as “cultural contamination,” a term Malza rather liked and decided to insert into her own personal lexicon, but he also seemed resigned to the fact that regardless of what he did that sort of thing would be inevitable. So, instead he seemed to be working to manage how that sort of thing would manifest in the world, at least for the time being. Malza knew it would get worse before it got better, especially since a dragon’s herald had yet to make themself known, those always came in advance of a dragon. An Alpharian is just the sort of thing to catch a dragon’s interest, but they usually tended to be careful with sending heralds in advance to gather all the necessary information; even guild masters and the lords of entire territories knew enough to cede all requested information to a dragon’s herald. That said, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for someone to claim to be one but not actually be in the profession, these false heralds were a stain on the legacy of true dragon heralds and servants of the divine, and it was usually common practice to test one claiming be a herald as a means of authenticating they were who they claimed to be. There were very few who could prove such things, even if they were genuine. Malza decided to maintain her vigilance even more so with this revelation she seemed to have during her pondering at the watch. But she could understand why all the women around her, including her charge, were so overly sexually forward.

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Yuri felt were just getting more problematic, made only worse by how he already seemed to be adjusting to all of it. Almost all the women around him were skinny-dipping his pool. He felt like the unwilling male protagonist of some kind of porno, and it looked like it was the sort that had a number of quality components but was probably so niche almost no one even heard of or seen for whatever reason. It didn’t help that he had a feeling he was getting a figure that was even more along the way of a porn star, one of the high value ones; he would have to check a big enough mirror to see if his suspicions were right.

Just seeing everything around him, especially the paladin’s armor, kept on reinforcing the idea he was in some sort of pornographic work, to Yuri. More so than almost all the moments leading up to this. Yuri felt a need for something to calm his nerves, a ginger ale smoothie surprisingly did the trick for him, so he put in his order to the nearest kiosk, and a few minutes later he had his drink, and was slowly drinking his selected beverage. Yuri knew that either tonight, tomorrow night, or possibly both would have him doing the horizontal tango, especially since the fox had thrown out all hints of subtly and being rather overt in desires for that sort of intimacy; he really didn’t blame her, especially since she admitted that was a driving intention of her goddess sending her to him.

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Malza noticed the curious drink Yuri had, she had noticed him muttering something about needing a “smoothie” to calm down, she actually left her observational post to take a look at the beverage selections, she clicked on the icon that most resembled what Yuri was sipping on. Before she knew it she was bombarded with options, she chose one of the options at random after flicking through the menu a bit.

“Chocolate and Banana, not a bad choice,” said Yuri, “although, the first half of that equation is stated to have an effect that can potentially up a human’s sex drive.” Malza silently, and hurriedly, took the drink the nearest table near the pool and set it down there without so much as getting her nose or tongue near the drink before rushing back to her observation post, the last thing she needed was ingestion of something that made her issues more difficult to manage.”

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After seeing Malza’s reaction to his comment, Yuri decided it was time to end the pool party, for the time being. “Alright, ladies, pool time ends in 10 minutes,” he held up his remote and punched in a sequence, a set of screens appeared around the pool, and some even under the the water, giving a countdown. “Once you are out of the pool, you can retire chambers you have selected. And Althana, we’ll take a closer look at the tunnel information the manor has to see if we can find any clues as to whether or not there is now a tunnel from your atelier to these grounds, just make that your properly cleaned and dried off, and are covered with a towel or bathrobe.”

Thelsia looked like she she was going to ask about the latter half of that statement before stopping herself and realizing she already had something that answered her question already among her possessions.