Give In To Temptation

A/N: This chapter took extra time because I kept rewriting it and not being happy with it. I think it's in a fairly good place now, but might be messy because of the redos, so apologies if it stinks. That said, it's extra long for the extra wait~

I just… I…

My guts are twisted in ways that should never be described in polite company. Nervous, confused, terrified, goddamn… why is nothing straight forward anymore?

Calming myself was tricky. I was currently walking behind the head of the Palace, Shadow Sae, at a fairly close distance while a few bodyguards walked behind me.

My only saving grace mentally was that I was doing this as a sacrifice to save the others. The mass of shadows that had surrounded us upon that elevator opening was just too much. We would have been crushed had I not agreed to do as she says. Plans to avoid her gaze as we traversed the building had gone up in smoke. Benzaiten’s power (maybe) won’t work with her watching me. Now I just had to hope that my team is safe enough to figure out how to rescue me from this bizarre fate.

“Are my friends safe?” I asked, hoping that I was wrong and the power to make things yes still worked, or that the answer was just genuinely yes.

Her darkly rimmed eyes glanced back at me for only a moment, “They are. As they are friends of yours, I personally treated them to the VIP Suite. All their needs shall be catered for, as I hope mine shall also.”

“That’s good… and also, huh?”

Before I could get a straight answer to even if my q&a powers were working, she turned in front of a large set of golden doors. “Here we are, Ren…” She said with a confident smile, destroying even the veneer of pleasantry to scowl at her henchman, “Leave.”

They practically ran away at the scary woman’s orders, an act I wish I had the strength in my shaking knees to achieve also.

Stepping through the gilded doorway, I expected the cold professionalism of an office, the same rigid precision that Miss Sae Niijima carried in both her work and her personal life. Instead, I was met with something… different. The silence was still there, thick and heavy, but the space itself felt oddly unsure of what it was trying to be.

At first glance, it looked like a standard office of a megalomaniac shadow–a mahogany desk, a leather chair, stacks of paperwork arranged with careful deliberation, crimson red walls that seemed to stretch up to infinity, and a huge window overlooking a massive roulette wheel of probable ****.

But then my eyes drifted to the details, and the cracks in the illusion started to show.

A crystal chandelier, clearly plucked from the main hall, hung awkwardly overhead, its extravagant glow at odds with the stiff formality of the desk beneath it as it floated menacingly above it. A velvet couch, the kind that was probably meant for VIP lounges, had been pushed against one wall, its cushions arranged with almost nervous care. In the corner of the room were two shadows, one playing a piano and the other a violin. The most jarring touch was the roses, perfectly arranged, but stuffed into a champagne bucket as an improvised vase.

Shadow Sae glided effortlessly into the room and sat on the couch. Her display seeming to want to look as casual as possible but quickly began watching me closely with those black rimmed eyes. Even though she was oozing confidence there was a tension in her bare shoulders that I could see from here.

I glanced at the details again, piecing the facts together.

She hadn’t had time to decorate properly… everything here had been borrowed or pulled from the Palace itself.

Wait… had she done this all for me?

Me?!

She’d mentioned a date but… but I thought that was sexy femme fatale bullshit! Was this not a trap to kill me?! Did Shadow Sae really want to take me out on a date?!

“Where would you like to sit?” She asked, offering the space next to her on the couch then pointing at the chairs around the desk as well, including her own managerial throne. “I can order any other chairs if you’d prefer to sit on something else? My lap, perhaps?”

“I… uh…”

She crossed the gap between us, clacking her heels against the floor before looming over me with a wide smirk, “Or we could cut the pretense and… gamble on the future~”

Her sexy yellow eyes looked at me so full of lust, desire, a fiery-

Wait!

I know what this is!

This is the thing where girl shadows wanna fuck me!

I nearly forgot about that damn Lamia and her nest that’s apparently in Mementos waiting for me. Shadow Sae is obviously a female shadow, ergo she wants to have a go! For a moment I thought the real Sae liked me or something bananas like that.

But now a new problem arises. Do I actually treat her to a–well–a fuck?

That vivid dream I had a few days ago is making me feel some… things. Sae was so cutely into me for being so usually stoic…

But Makoto made it pretty clear she didn’t want me doing anything remotely sexual with her sister back at the party. I’m inclined to think this applies to facsimiles of the family. It’s like making out with a sex doll version of your girlfriend’s sister, technically there’s nothing wrong with it but goddamn would it be understandable to break up over something like that. Makoto has done so much for me over the last few days–the last few months if we wanna be real about it– and… well, I-I really do love those four girls.

This porn world I’m living in is one thing, but my connections are all I have some days. I’m not going to disrespect their feelings if they would rather my penis dodge certain holes.

I’ll have to figure out some other shadow to fuck in the palace to check my final daily challenge. For now I needed to move us away from the smutty side of reality to let her heart down easy.

I coughed, trying to take a step back from the taller woman’s fantastic cleavage, “I don’t know how to say this-”

The words caught in my mouth as she adjusted her top.

Suddenly, puffy studded nipples poked into view from the inner part of her top. The cross hatching see through silk, completely showing off the erotic areola of such an esteemed member of the prosecution. Her teeth nibbled at her black painted lips, and I couldn’t move as she bridged the gap again.

“I… I really think…”

Oh fuck, she moved the bottom part of her dress to full on show off her perfect pussy. Framed by her garter belt, yet holding no panties, just pure untouched shadow cunt.

“Work, love, it’s all the same. I do not gamble unless I know I can win.” Her voice coiled around my spine, making shivers run up my whole soul. “Now, my little Phantom Stud. What was it you were going to tell me?”

My face tried to stay as calm as possible with a growing sense of deja vu happening in my pants, “...treat me to dinner first?”

“Mmmm… so tasty! The food here is truly divine~”

“Crow! Snap out of it!”

The long beaked thief took a breather from his gourmet sushi only briefly, just enough to look at the crossed armed Makoto glaring so many daggers at him it would slice his new favourite meal to ribbons . “Mm, I apologise, Queen. But why are you upset? We are trapped in this wonderful VIP room until our stalwart leader returns, I am simply making the most of my time with my best friends~”

With a gesture, he only cemented his bizarre position more. Akechi was the only member of the thieves that had instantly indulged in their new room’s temptations. It was a deeply luxurious room, to an almost suffocating extent. Tall enough to hold a chandelier above them, yet cramped enough with the many couches that **** the group to huddle when standing. Violet colouring seemed to layer upon itself, cascading against wall mounted lights that danced hypnotically to the distant jazz sounds of the casino below. It made the room seem too lit and too dim at the same time, making all the thieves the same oppressively purple colour as they stood around the central table. Leather bound chairs took the majority of the room, perhaps white originally but matching the dim tones of indigo azure. With a single low table with a plethora of food options just waiting to be plucked. They may have been alone in there, but the oppressive aura of two shadow guards outside the door could be easily felt through the lavish wood.

“What has gotten into you?” said Makoto with an annoyed sigh, “Fine. You lounge, Mr. Detective. We’re not going to stop looking for a way to get free. Right guys?”

Yusuke nodded, “Indeed we shall, Queen. Panther and Noir are already hard at work thinking of potential plans.” He gestured to the pair nearby sixty-nining on the couch. The blonde’s head was lapping away between the thick thighs of Haru, as the fluffy haired girl had unzipped Ann’s outfit enough to lick her cunt too. They’d obviously left their clit vibrators in the other world, which meant mutual masturbation was their best source of intense horny thinking.

“An army of shadows lie beyond that door.” Said Futaba with her goggles down, eyes focusing while her fingers rubbed along her camel toe, “Looks like one of those boss fights that’s just a load of goons in a row. We might be able to take them, but the noise may get Joker hurt.”

Scratching his head in anger, Ryuji just growled, “Grr… why’d we let her take Joker like that?! The guy practically jumped into her arms before we could stop him!”

“He was probably acting nobly, for our sake…” said Yoshizawa, hugging herself in worry. No doubt thinking this was somehow her fault.

Yusuke was quick to dispel the tension, “Do not worry about our leader, Violet. We should trust in him as he has trusted in us to set him free. Perhaps our friends have thought of something already?”

“Mm, nothing yet!” said Ann through the laps.

Makoto gave the girls some penis shaped mints from her inventory, then joined Futaba in fingering herself, annoyed at the thick layer of costume she had to push through to stimulate her thinking bean. “We may just have to push through… no doubt my sister has some method of extracting whatever information she wants from him…”

“Maybe he’s been tied to an interrogation chair… having to explain his entire backstory for hours and hours!” exclaimed Ryuji.

“I’m afraid we don’t have the funds to reach the top layer!” Akechi pointed out after slurping down another salmon maki, “Our team collected only enough to make it to floor two, yet we’re trapped on floor four. Our options are sorely limited from here. We could either play the game that Sae-san’s shadow wishes us to play and eat her food before we receive our Joker back, or we play the game she doesn’t want us to play and waste a lot of time before we inevitably return here empty handed.”

Before Makoto could punch Crow’s depressingly lazy attitude out of him, Futaba looked around in a panic, “Hey… where’s Mona?”

“Sorry Joker, but I can’t let you have all the fun!” Whispered a ‘sneaky’ cat who was talking to himself while skulking around air vents by himself, “I smell treasure!”

Well, I bought myself some time… barely.

During this dinner I’ll need to figure out exactly how to turn her down. There’s so many questions I could ask, but I have no guarantee they would work… or if they would make this situation worse.

Think about it: If I ask her to not be into me, then I’m suddenly an enemy again. Alone in the lion’s den, no backup or escape route secured. And once that happens the ability to change reality halts as well. And THAT’S if the original question would even WORK! I’m fighting Benzaiten’s changes here too, if he doesn’t agree with a reality shift he’s allowed to deny me, and he’s gone on record saying anything that unsexys the world will most likely get shafted. I have to find a new change that gets me out of this place without having sex with Sae Niijima’s shadow.

Said shadow had shifted her sexy attire back to un-salacious levels of horny. We were sat on opposite ends of a poker table she’d ordered her goons to bring in, it was clear Shadow Sae had limited options to manipulate the environment. As twisted as Palace’s were, they seemed to run on internal logic. No sprouting new tables and chairs from nothing.

It didn’t take long for our meals to finish cooking. I guess if the head honcho orders food, then-

“M-Makoto!” I spluttered, not expecting the waitress to be my girlfriend in a maid outfit in the slightest.

“Your steak, sir,” She replied with a nod. I know we joke about her being a robot, but Makoto’s face has never looked so… neutral. Placid in her role as she placed the plate of food in front of me, then poured me a drink of champagne to go with it. I kept staring at her, expecting a wink or a nod–she’s never been much of an actress–but nothing. Makoto just served me, then Sae, then stood beside her.

“My personal maid. She may seem like a burden to some, but my sister cooks, cleans, and relieves me sexually whenever I need it,” Shadow Sae gloated. As if to punctuate her point, she raised the tiny skirt up and flashed me Makoto’s womanhood.

After her dress was lowered, her maid just bowed, “Thank you, ma’am.”

Cognitive Makoto… is a maid to Sae. That’s rough. To think of your sister as nothing more than a tool to use… twisted desires, evil shadow, I have to keep reminding myself of these things. At least she’s not a sexy cat, or giant griffin.

Without anything else to say that wouldn’t give something away, I picked up the knife and fork before me to dig in. Dunno if eating shadow world food is safe, but I think pissing off my host may be more directly deadly, so risks need to be taken. “Thank you for the meal.” I courteously nodded before taking a bite of the steak.

“How is it?”

You didn’t even give me a chance to chew, man… “Mm. Yeah… it’s really juicy. Um, how about your-?”

“I am a shadow. I do not eat,” She said back quickly, pushing her plate away. Not snapping at me, bizarrely she looked almost melancholic to her situation as her dark eyes looked out towards the window, “Everything I am is out there.”

Huh. How much awareness do these cognitions have?

“I am but a reflection of the real Sae Niijima. Her desires to win and never stop winning. A culminated amalgamation of her views on Justice, truth, and the corrupted fools around her. Yet I am the only shadow that can see through her eyes, to feel the same way she does. Betrayed by the system, the struggle to uphold any justice in this corrupt world, and the pain of losing my father. In the end, I am her, she is me, for better or worse.”

Okay, a lot of awareness.

I kept my eye on her, gotta keep questions to a minimum, “I’m assuming this is all a way for me to garner sympathy for you, yet another way to try and ‘win my heart’ when I’m here to steal yours. Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not so easily bought.”

“Ah yes, the treasure. If that is what you seek, perhaps I can let it go to you…” her foot began to run very gently up my leg, tracing the head of my cock with her toes, “that is, if you satisfy me enough.”

I moved my chair back enough to avoid her foot, “I’ll believe it when I see-”

Click

Cognitive Makoto suddenly opened a small grey briefcase I hadn’t seen her enter with. The swinging open of the lid made a beam of light stream upwards, then blast my face as she tilted the angle to show me what was inside.

As cool as I wanted to seem, I couldn’t help but feel my eyes bulge a little at the sight of it. I think I even made one of those surprised grunting noises anime characters always do.

Fuck. Am I so easily bought? That… it’s the goddamn treasure!

Some police badge from what I could tell, probably her father’s if I had to guess… no way they could fake that glow. The way she’s looking at me she’s serious about giving it over. Though her maid did shut the lid again as they waited for my answer.

I… uh… I mean? One more round of sex to be free of the madness?

No… Benzaiten isn’t going to let me free this easily, I know it. And without the plan, we’ll never be able to trick Akechi and fake my ****.

Also shift your dang butt, Ren. Those toes of hers are relentless in their precision. “A-an interesting offer, but one I don’t know if I can trust you on to honor.”

“Hmm… you wish for me to sweeten the deal even further?” She hummed around the pointed choker, “Would you like to know what the real Sae is doing right now? The names on her ledger? I could reveal so many secrets for you, Ren. All you need to do is become mine.” Before I could shift my chair further back, Maid Makoto moved my chair forwards again. Locking me in place as Shadow Sae’s foot found my mound, “Ah~ Seems your body knows the winning side~”

“I… I can’t!”

As I burst up from the table, pushing my chair from the action, I was readying myself for the fight of my life. Cognitive Makoto had dodged my chair and now stood with piercing eyes glaring at me. Knife at the ready to get her, if I shoot and then grapple hook out the window I could make some distance, and in the confusion I might even be able to find a way out of here…

But no one attacked.

Though her eyes had flashed particularly yellow, Shadow Sae slowly stood from her chair. Taking only her champagne flute with her in her black gloved hand. “Your will is iron, very commendable. Perhaps this is one wager I shall accept my defeat on. This date was at least… enlightening. You shall be returned to your friends to tackle this casino in the manner you see fit.” She elegantly bowed, much to my surprise. “But perhaps you would allow me one single toast to the occasion?”

I looked down at my own glass, still bubbling away. “It doesn’t have any poison or anything in it, right? It’s just champagne?”

“Yes, no poison at all.” She said like she was humouring me, still smiling her gothic lips at me.

I’ve been light on using my reality changing cause I’m worried it wouldn’t work… seems risky to gamble it on this, but if it means I get to leave here quickly then maybe it’s for the best? Don’t see what she’d gain from killing me right now anyway.

With trepidation, I raised my glass to her own.

“To the changing of fate.”

After a click, I drank down a few sips of the sweet bubbly liquid.

“Hmhmhm.”

Oh no… an evil laugh!

“Y-you said it wasn’t poison!” I hissed, quickly trying to spit out what I’d swallowed.

Her gray hair shook with her laughing head, “And it wasn’t, fool. You think if I wanted you dead I could not have you executed in a thousand different ways for your crimes against me?”

“Then what…?”

“Perhaps it is my knowledge of this world that knows how it functions.” She said, swirling the bottle that she’d poured from, “What do you think cognitive champagne does? Especially to one not from this plain of existence?”

What?

What does it…?

F-fuck…

My head…

S-she can make the world… spin?

“F-feeling… funny…”

Her arms wrapped around me, bringing my face tightly against her soft soft softness… “Say goodbye to that pesky will. Goodbye to your upper motor functions. And most importantly: goodbye to your inhibitions.” Deeper I delved… so hot…

Ohhh… sho that’sh wat et doesh…

Status Inflicted: Drunk

“Perhaps when you become mine, I shall finally find out why I sense a God’s voice poking around my casino… and how I can use it to win. Forever.”

“Ren’s in trouble!” Futaba yelped, lifting her head sharply from Sumire’s slit, “He just got a status ailment! Drunk!”

“Drunk? My my, our prosecutor truly does do anything to win, doesn’t she?”

Makoto looked troubled, slowing her pussy rubs with a melancholic look on her face, “I still don’t know why sis wants him in the first place…”

“Our leader draws the eye of many shadows. Perhaps it is desire in her eye?” Suggested Akechi, making Makoto’s nose scrunch up in mild disgust.

A frustrated Ryuji slammed his fist on the table, “That’s it! We aren’t getting anywhere and this room is getting sticky! I say we bust out!”

“I am inclined to agree. Every moment we wait is another moment our ally is in peril.”

Ann easily lifted the light Haru off her body and placed her on the couch next to her, “Yeah… I’ve cum three times and got nothing better.”

“S-sorry… maybe I should ask Ren to teach me how to vibrate my tongue…”

“You did great. Focusing doesn’t help if I don’t have any smarts to begin with, hehe…” Ann reassured her friend, all while wiping Noir’s sour juices from her chin.

“Everyone get ready for a fight. This isn’t going to be easy.”

-

POV SHIFT: AWAY FROM REN’S DRUNKEN MIND-

“Wuzzat?” Ren struggled to stand, teetering back and forth from his new groggy mind, “I can’t… ow… thinking hurchie… do I drunk now?”

Sae had released his head from her chest just to see him stumble around, “How adorable. A thief that doesn’t know up from do-”

He hiccuped, “Glump. I-Is Finland okay?!”

“...I’m sure it is…” said Shadow Sae, annoyed to have been interrupted by the drunken thief. She turned to her maid, “Prepare me a room to keep him in. I’ve wanted a pet for a while, especially one I can br-”

“Hey! Makoooootttoooooo!” Ren waved, “It’s me! Ren! FROM SCHOOL!”

Cognitive Makoto looked at him for just a moment before turning back and bowing, “As you wish, my mistr-”

“Come on! That’sh no way to treat your hic! boyfriend!” huffed the man, crossing his arms down so hard it tumbled him to the floor, “Don’t I desherve a kissh?!”

Neither woman said anything.

A rage built behind Shadow Sae’s eyes that had been rarely seen by any and lived to tell the tale.

“...boyfriend?”

“Mistress…”

“Hold your tongue.” Shadow Sae snapped, clacking her heels towards the fallen foe with anger in each titanic step, “You are dating Makoto?”

“Oh yash!” He smiled dopily, unaware of the looming threat, “Wait… am I shupposed to keep her a shecret? Or jusht the other three…?”

Another pregnant pause occurred as the casino owner judged his words. “Other. Three.” She repeated. This man was not only dating Makoto and not Sae, but four-timing her as well. With a venomous turn she returned her angry gaze to her sister’s resemblance, “Take care of them.”

“Yes, my mistress.”

Watching the maid melt into the floor through a magical shadow portal, Ren seemed none the wiser to the threats all around him, “Haha, Makoto’s sho cute… total queen, wink.”

Then he got kicked in the chin.

“Ow! That hurt!” He whined after he’d slid into the nearby wall, thankfully the drunk status came with natural defence up but he’d be feeling it in the morning.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Ren.” said Shadow Sae, stepping forward slowly once more. Her minions seemed tuned in to all of her wants, as one approached with head low and riding crop in hand, an item she took and cracked on her approach without missing a step, “Now, are you going to be good and worship me properly?”

Ren rubbed his chin in thought and pain, “...oh! Ish this, like, an interrogashion?” He asked, then looking alarmed and slamming his palm onto his forehead, “Oh maaaan!”

“What is it now?”

“This is the part where I mess up and make things too sexy!” said Ren, looking already disappointed in himself, “Like I ask ‘Do all interrogations happen on a lap pillow?’”

“Are we ready? We burst out on one… two… th-!”

Having a door open on you right when you’re about to break it down can take the wind out of anyone’s sails.

Having the door open when your own reflection is the one opening it would really grind your thought processes to a stop.

Having that other version of you immediately place a mask on your face before you could stop her would make any and all thoughts fade away into nothingness.

“MAKOTO!”

The soft dulcet tones of the piano and violin shadows were all the sounds echoing in the impossibly large manager’s office. Together on the couch were two of the most powerful members of the entire building. The ruler of the casino palace, and the leader of the cabal that opposed her. The former sitting with legs together while the latter lay down–tussled hair upon her lap–while using her thick thighs as his restful pillow.

“Now, are you comfortable, thief?”

“Zzz…”

His eyes bulged when the black gloved hand squeezed his cheeks hard, waking him from the nap instantly as she loomed over him, “Wake. Up. This is still an interrogation.”

“Ahh! I’m sho bad at this…”

“Yes, you are. Now answer my questi-”

“Not that! The sexhy shtuff happened again!” He whined, “Do you know it’sh hic! really eashy for me to forget I’m not shupposed to ask questions?!”

Her eyes narrowed, unsure of what she meant, “Why mustn't you ask questions?”

“...I forget. Woah! Nice nipplesh!” He complimented it by flicking the nipple bouncing around above his face.

Sae covered her breasts, “H-hey! I did not give you permission to grab at-!”

“I bet girls hate hiding their nipplesh, cause they’re sho cute and sho shensitive, right?”

With a frown, Sae could not deny his words to be true. She immediately rectified the horrible suit she had worn today, shifting the cloth to let her tingling areola pop free from the black confines. Her relieved breath escaped her, how she ever wound up with that cloth covering her nipples was beyond the shadow’s reasoning. “We are getting off topic, foolish thief. You will tell me what I want to know, now. Who do you work for?”

“Uhm… on Thurshdaysh I work for 777, on Wed_-hic!-_Wednesdaysh I work for the flower shop, on Mondaysh-”

“What? No, you blithering baboon! The God you answer to!”

“Answersh? You want an answer? How bout… 42! Hahaha!”

Her eyebrow twitched, “I am losing my patience.”

“Then you better go catch it! Snrk! HAHAHAHA!” Laughed the Joker.

“...this is going no-AH! WHAT-!?”

Ren’s hands had reached up and pulled on the black jagged choker around her throat like he was a petulant baby wanting to be fed, dragging down the ruler of the casino by the neck, “I like your collar! It’sh shuper hot~ Should my girlfriendsh get collars too?”

“I don’t care! Get the fuck OFF ME!” She barked, pushing him hard enough that Joker toppled onto the floor in a roll, laughing all the way. “Perhaps I was wrong about you. The God’s power surrounding my casino would never choose someone so moronic as you.”

Dragging himself up from his pile, Ren looked like he was going to throw up, “Urk… w-wait I’m confused… can’t you tell me what you want? I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

“Of course I…. GRAH!!” She hissed in rising anger, “You want me to tell you what I want?! I want to win!! I am Sae Niijima, I deserve to win! I want to be the strongest and most powerful prosecutor in the world, so I can enact justice on those I deem corrupt! But I also want someone to stroke my hair, cuddle me at the end of the day, and tell me they love me! Even if I have to use the power of a God to get my real self a date!”

Glowing with a dark aura, Shadow Sae looked conflicted. Like she was about to either grow guns for hands and blast Ren away or ride his cock until morning. Reality was trying to shift around her, but her anger had grown too high from the drunk man’s ramblings. Though his lack of concern was palpable. Ren got up from the floor to sit on the nearby chair and eat the discarded plate from their dinner.

“Dn’t wrry… never thought I’d mm… get people to love me neither…” He said with a yawn, chewing slowly on the salad while Sae glared at him, his sleepiness slowly sobering him up, “But getting me drunk ain’t gonna solve your problems, lady! Sure, I’d love to fuck you, but isn’t it too easy? If you’re really that **** to make real Sae win then shouldn’t I, like, seduce her first?”

“Yes… of course you should.”

With a snap of her fingers, the shadow that had disappeared into the floor reappeared from whence she’d left from. Bubbling out of the floor, her cognitive sister appeared with her top hanging low enough to not cover her nipples, “The task is done, M-” only to be interrupted by a yelling drunk.

“Hey! Miss Makoto maid! Aren’t you going to come serve me already?!”

“Of course, master.”

As her fake sister maid hurried over to Ren to begin clearing his plate, Sae rolled her eyes, “...fine. I suppose I’ll tell you myself. You shall be escorted to the exit and be allowed to leave my casino immediately. Only to return when you have stolen Sae Niijima’s heart for yourself.”

“Huh? Oh… okay. Cool.” Said Ren, frowning a little at the news, “That means Violet didn’t get to do anything… and Queen is gonna be ma~ad.”

“Don’t worry about her. She won’t be going with you.”

“...wuzzat?”

“The men were fed into the arena to fight to the ****, while your female companions have already been changed into my bunnies. No longer your girlfriends, they will serve my casino.”

“But Skull is allergic to ****!” He yelled in surprise, sobering up rather quickly even as the last dregs of it plagued his brain’s functions, “You can’t keep them here! I won’t ever abandon my friends!”

“You do not have a choice. They will be returned only when you seduce me. Those are the terms to my game, now begone.”

Two of the bulkier shadows appeared beside Ren to grab him under the armpits. Dragging him away kicking and screaming towards the doors without a second to think.

Only to disappear into nothingness from two pellets from a slingshot.

“Joker!” Yelled the cat landing from the ceiling. His weapon trained on Shadow Sae as she scowled towards the tiny thief. “You alright?!”

“Mona! You’re not a drunken delusion, right? I’m sober now?”

“Yes, I’m real! We don’t have time! We need to get you out of here!” He exclaimed, letting off one more shot of his bow to fire towards the casino head. She dodged just in time, only for the pellet to fly into the window behind her, smashing the massive window into pieces. “Follow me!”

The pair bolted together, vaulting over the window frame to dive towards the massive roulette wheel below. Running from a sea of shadow guards that began chasing them, as Sae watched on from above.

“You know where to go?!”

“A thief always has an escape route planned! Come on!”

Shadow Sae watched as the pair disappeared behind the roulette screen, totally avoiding the pursuing shadows. Most likely they’d managed to find a way to the lower floors, but Sae decided not to follow them. The thieves would eventually leave the casino, and if they wish to attempt to save their unsavable friends then so be it. Her heart was too conflicted to truly make examples of them both.

“Oh Ren…” She sighed, “I wish my other self remembered our night together… please hurry and make me yours again…”