A Welcome Debriefing

2:04PM

Moira Brighton: Your manners need more work, Mr. Newman... but I was advised to thank you all the same for your work in bringing these criminals to justice. The criminal known as Rurik Talon is proving quite helpful in making the world safer, thanks in no small part to your impressive capture.

2:17PM

John Newman: Np.

Moira Brighton: No?

John Newman: I meant "no problem".

John Newman: Speaking of safer: it was because of our first meeting that they discovered Tricia at all, and started all this. Any idea how that could've happened? How would they know exactly where to look in the first place?

Moira Brighton: I see.

Moira Brighton: That conforms to my father's reports. We've been on the hunt for those who make the Abyss Auction even more dangerous with their illicit goods, and these smugglers were last spotted nearby. I cannot say more than that.

John tsked while texting on the toilet in the men's room. Having finished processing his new paragon spells, ignoring outright the shift spell that had alarmed him so, he knew experimenting with them would have to wait. If the paint brush, and Yarrick, were any indication, the "paradigm" requirement probably meant that doing it inside a barrier was more useful anyways... and he had his fill of barriers for one day, he thought.

But now he wanted answers. He felt entitled to some more info, for all he had given the Brightons: about the Zenith Smugglers but, more importantly, more about the Brightons themselves. How did their network of information work? Could he utilize them, perhaps to avoid being blindsided again? The second hope seemed a bit silly, given that the Order itself failed to stop Dell and his crew before the **** was already underway. A nearby stall flushed, and the jock that had just finished therein left without so much as washing his hands. John was alone in the men's room once again.

John Newman: I would've expected more transparency, given that I saved your life.

Moira Brighton: What?

John Newman: I just want to know more about the crazy world I've been in for almost a week.

Moira Brighton: You would dangle so precious a claim for so petty a gain... fine. We should meet after school; I will have a driver pick you up from the Academy.

John Newman: Where are you right now?

Moira Brighton: What do you mean?

John washed his hands and peeked outside to ensure he would remain alone before continuing.

John Newman: What room of your mansion are you in?

Moira Brighton: My bedroom, why? You're not here now, right?

John never had the chance to look into her room, on the vague promise of training for a fighting style or otherwise, but he had seen the entrance hall and all of the courtyard. He opened a tunnel into the bathroom wall, the other end leading to the hedges of said courtyard, in a niche between the plant and the tall walls of the estate. The rest of school could be skipped for one, important day, right? More thrilling was infiltrating a fortress of the Order, however civilian; he half-expected some kind of counterspell or magical watchdogs to manifest and try to kill him, but none sprang into existence. Don't be absurd, John, he chastised himself, if Wentworth's to be believed, the ones who live here are the most dangerous.

He still didn't have a good answer to fighting someone like Moira... nor any clue what her father was capable of. Quietly, he began poking tiny peep-hole tunnels to view the house from a full story above the hedge behind which he hid. He couldn't open a tunnel to a place he had never been or directly perceived before... but seeing it through a portal was apparently fine, and so he began to move his periscope-like tunnel, chipping away at the same reserve of mana as he opened the tiny holes in reality to peep into the rooms. He scanned them, one by one, finding studies, guest rooms, game rooms, the study where he met her father (thankfully empty), offices... and finally, upon reaching the fifth gorgeously over-decorated bedroom, he found one Moira Brighton, laying in her bed, texting furiously while stark naked save for her metal panties... and, upon dropping the phone, almost angrily torturing her skin as she gyrated on the mattress. John knew better than to try and walk in now... but a horny curiosity, coupled with the spectacularly uncharacteristic sight, demaned he swoop in for a closer look.

Lady Moira Brighton
Level 18 Paladin
<Warden of the Golden Rose>
HP: 760/760
MP: 105/105
Relationship: 19
Bearer of the Golden Rose, Heiress Apparent of the Brighton Clan, Holy Warrior of the Order, and an upright citizen with no tolerance for perversion save her own.
Status Effects: So Close, Yet So Far (eight purple hearts)

He peered down at her from a peep hole eventually established at the corner of her ceiling, and took in the sight: Moira Brighton, naked with her knees bent up and her thighs parted, surrounding in a nova of sex toys, powered and grounded, each one a defeated husk of trying to please their owner without access to her most sacred treasure. Angrily she put away her phone and returned to her sordid task: teasing her breasts, her inner-thigh, and all about her skin as she tried to derive release from what was clearly not working. It was working for John, however, who rubbed his rigid cock through his pants as he eyed her, just about forgetting his original goal in coming here-

Footsteps neared John's hedge, and approached too quickly to be someone passively about to find him. He couldn't waste a minute: he jumped, and quietly landed inside Moira's bedroom. He was off to her left while she was squirming in the center of her monstrous mattress, digging her fingers as deep as they could go underneath the seam of her skin around the chastity belt, grunting with frustration at its continued denial. Looking around for somewhere to hide, he noted her bathroom door was just barely ajar, and blinked into it, startling Moira to look about, eyes wide with worry.

John was now in the porcelain and marble paradise that the rich might call a bathroom, the only interruption to the purity of white therein being the stainless steel cubes that would spray water from five directions, all over a jacuzzi-sized bath. More sex toys, shoved in her mouth or rubbed onto her skin, filled the bathroom trash can. She had a serious problem... and apparently he had the key to it. He opened his peep-hole tunnel anew, and took in all the lovely details of the room: the dark wood of her canopied bed, the tapestry of her family mounted on the wall over a vanity as if in place of a proper mirror, a host of perfume bottles, mostly untouched and full, and make-up kits clearly offered up from friends or suitors, all still wrapped and bereft of use.

John eyed the bathroom counters on his side of the hole, seeing the cheap stuff she actually used, mostly empty or piled in a mess. It was a charming secret to which he was now privy, and he'd keep it if she didn't find him out.

"Please..." John nearly jumped out of his skin as she moaned her words, grabbing another vibrating egg, its battery slowly perishing even as she gripped it, to rub it onto her hardened right nipple. Her free hand tweaked the left, and she played with her generous chest in a shameless, **** rotation of these acts. The key hole bobbed up and down as she humped the air as if to entice him, and it was starting to wear on his patience with all this. But she was only at an RS of 19, and he wouldn't be able to improve it... plus, she clearly had more use to him as a Brighton than as another fuck buddy. He focused on the belt long enough that even its improved stat sheet came up:

Warden's Honor : special item. This indestructible chastity belt protects the virginity of the Golden Rose Warden. It is magically enchanted to remain clean and dispenses the wearer from using toilets.

Oh thank God! I was really wondering how she was going to the bathroom. He rubbed his chin as he contemplated the description: it spelled out its use to protect her virginity... specifically as the Golden Rose Warden. Does that mean there's a connection, or they just really don't want their Wardens fucking? Did her dad wear... nope, not a mental imagine I want. John shook his head and continued to eye the futile masturbations of the paladin. He started to consider the scenario, how he could use it... how he might satisfy her while also getting in her good graces.

"Fuck me..." she moaned, and not even Gamer's drive could stop the mad plot he developed now.

Knock, knock.

Moira's eyes nearly bulged out of her head at the sturdy rap on her door. "C-Coming!" I'm anything but, she noted bitterly, and threw on a bathrobe before going to see what she expected to be the help to announce, against all her wishes, John's early arrival-

"Hi Moira," John greeted at the door.

"Haaaii!" Half-greeting, half-squeal of surprise, Moira tightened her already modest robe. "J-John! You were... you were not announced!"

"I figured this would be faster." He put a foot into her domain as he looked past her shoulder. "Can I... come in?"

"No!" He blinked at her in surprise. "I-I need a minute! Please, just wait- do not infiltrate our manor again! Wait outside-"

"I can fix your little problem," he noted, pointing with his eyes down at her hand. She followed his suggesting gaze... and saw she was still holding a vibrating egg. The pale heiress flared to bright red. "I mean, with your chastity belt-"

Relationship: 2

"I will kill you where you stand, mage-!"

"I-I mean it!" John stammered, throwing his bare hands up. "T-This isn't about being a pervert." It was. "But I can tell... you're frustrated, and you're... stuck, for lack of a better term."

She continued to eye him with suspicion, but she turned about and stomped towards her bathroom while leaving the door ajar; an unspoken welcome, or so John took it. He slipped in and closed the door, and he expected to be left alone in her room... only she stopped just short of entering the bathroom before disrobing and tossing the oversized white towel into the bathroom. "I will not scream for help if you try anything, Newman," she lectured, somehow uncaring that her beautiful breasts, still aroused from what might have been an hour or more of play before he arrived, swayed in plain sight. "I will simply squeeze your neck until you perish, and no magic will save you from that." She stalked up to him, her eyes softening even as she tried her best to look upset. Constipated and sad was ultimately the impression she gave, and not very sexily so.

"I understand-"

"I'm also not an idiot... I see now your curiosity was only meant to try and get your hands on me."

"No," John sternly denied, harsh enough that she seemed taken aback. "Tricia was attacked because of me... and technically I was attacked too, not that you even came to my aid." Moira looked to his left as if searching for something, but he didn't give her time to fish for an excuse. "It's fine. I was under no illusions about what your family is really about, in terms of your 'protection'."

"That's not fair, John. I tried my best to-"

"We'll talk later about what's fair... and what is your best," he whispered as he neared her. She flinched backwards from him, but he stopped short of chasing her. "I can help you, Moira, but I need you to trust me."

Moira's trust in the Gamer augmented by 40%.

Augment/reduce emotion lvl8.

Moira's trust in the Gamer augmented by 45% (replacing 40%).

CRIT! Moira's trust in the Gamer augmented by 135% (replacing 45%).

John stared at her intently, and she returned his gaze with suspicion. She was braced for some kind of magical spell or influence... but felt none, or rather felt just as much the first time he had influenced her. Though neither knew it yet, her Warden senses could do nothing to detect his powers. "Why... are you staring at me like that?"

"Sorry," John apologized, doing his best to seem embarrassed, "just... a bad habit of mine."

Relationship: 23

Moira nodded... and sighed as her body grew hot under the boy's gaze. "I suppose I should applaud you for not staring at my nudity."

"I was... going to ask about that-"

"Do not misjudge me," she chastised, crossing her arms over her hardened nips. "I'm just... frustrated, and I don't feel like getting dressed as such, and I needed to test your virtuous spirit to ensure you could be considered an ally." She was growing wetter just talking about it, bared before a boy from school as she was... bared to a mage, no less. The humiliation was more than she could bear... and more stimulation than she was ever used to. It took a great deal of willpower to control herself in this ****, erotic state... but a Brighton has, if nothing else, will to spare.

"You can always consider me an ally, Moira, especially after that fight... so, will you let me help you?"

"You can... remove this belt? Know that even if you do, you cannot-"

"Please, Moira," John smiled.