Screw Junior, you’re poaching the twins.

It’s but a matter of seconds for you to decide. Still, just going and offering employment sounds kinda… lame. You don’t want them at your side just because you gave them a job, but because they want to. You're still wondering how to broach the subject when Melanie rejoins the two of you, a faceless goon dragging what’s left of the two drunkards away.

“Well that was fun-” Seeing you still there, she hesitates. She obviously forgot about you with all the excitement. It only lasts an instant, though. Taking a cue from her sister’s relaxed state, she takes a place at your other side. “Well, hello there stud. Didn’t expect you to stick around after...”

She dismissively points towards the general area where the bloodstains are. People are filling it back, so it’s hard to tell. Nobody seems to care or remember that what they’re stepping on aren’t spilled drinks. Maybe they don’t even know. What did I tell you about this place and manslaughter?

“What? Can’t I appreciate a competent woman doing her job?”

Her lips show a predatory smile and you can tell she’s curious and interested, maybe a bit aroused too. Then again, that might just be the recent excitement. Omniscience or not, it's not fun to just know everything.

Interestingly enough, Miltia’s mood seems to drop a bit at her sister claiming the spotlight.

“And chatting up my sister, apparently.” She… doesn’t seem too annoyed by it. “You’re being a perfect gentleman, I hope.”

Uh… You remember the Malachite twins being a bit more guarded in the show than what you’re experiencing here, so you double check your allure to make sure it’s not going haywire. Nope, still just making you seem a bit more interesting.

“I sure hope the same.” Trying your best not to show how confused you are, you answer with the first thing that goes through your mind. “Not the right person to ask that, though.”

“...He’s fine” Is that a blush you’re spying on the scarlet-clad sister? Oh, and those are her arms, trying to nonchalantly wrap around yours. Okay, whatever’s going on, it’s going right. You decide to figure it out later and enjoy it for now.

“So, you were amazing out there, have the two of you gone through hunter school or something?” While Melanie focuses on the conversation, you take advantage of your hand’s new privileged position, lightly flipping Miltia’s red dress with the tip of your fingers.

Damned if her reaction doesn’t surprise you. You were maybe expecting either a violent rebuke -not likely, with the way her possessiveness and arousal are spilling everywhere- or, failing that, a sultry smile in a smug expression. Instead, she seems to find the tip of her boots suddenly fascinating and goes redder than her own dress, but still pushes herself closer to your hand.

She has no experience doing this. She’s so embarrassed steam is practically coming out her ears but she’s still accepting your advances. God damned yourself, but you’ve hit the jackpot!

“Nothing so grand. We never had the chance to join primary back on the day, so we’re mostly self-taught.” ... Uh. Oh, yeah, the conversation. You give your best try at nodding while pretending to be interested. Maybe the hardest thing you’ve ever done. “There was some talk about joining Beacon last year, but in the end Junior needed us here.”

That right there sounds like relevant information, relevant information with relevance, to be remembered… later.

Right now you’re far too focused on your right hand, whose fingers have finally surpassed the frilly barrier that’s Miltia's dress and reach into uncharted territory. White, soft, warm uncharted territory. A shiver goes through her body as you caress her inner thigh, and her arms clench yours almost painfully.

Honestly, despite your best efforts, White-Twin’s chatter -Melanie, her name’s Melanie- becomes background noise about then. It’s kind of hard to focus on anything else when your fingers are busy caressing their way around the innermost parts of a very hot and very willing…

That’s when you feel a knee rubbing your left leg, and your brain suffers a minor reboot. Because that's coming from the wrong side. Suddenly paying more attention to White-Twin -Melanie, dammnit!- seems like her smile turned into something sultry at some point while you weren’t paying attention.

You free hand twitches, but something tells you this one won’t be so receptive to your advances. Huh, is always the quiet ones, isn’t it? Instead you put your hand over her shoulders. She seems a bit surprised at your forwardness, but only reacts by inching a bit closer. That's forward for her? Talk about irony.

Her smile widens, and she starts playing with the hem of your shirt. Not that you can focus on that for long, though. At your other side, Miltia has apparently decided that’s enough teasing and guides your hand directly to her panty-covered snatch. She’s sopping wet already, and has to bite on your shoulder to hold back a moan when you start rubbing your fingers along her folds.

Melanie demands your attention again, tugging harder on your shirt and pressing her whole body against you. You answer drawing circles in her bare shoulder, slowly getting closer to her neck, grinning at the way she purrs in delight.

It hits you then you’re basically two-timing the twins and it’s just a matter of time before they notice. You’re not sure what their reaction will be, but you’ll have to worry about that when it actually happens. Because there’s no way in hell you’re stopping now.

You’re contemplating getting a finger under Miltia’s panties, and maybe try getting a bit fresh with her more restrained sister when Junior is sent flying through a glass panel. Silence falls over the club, and you finally notice everyone’s hurrying out.

Standing right in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by goons and with a cocky smirk on her lips is no one else than the very Yang Xiao Long. The twins tense and straighten, the veil of arousal that had been progressively clouding her eyes suddenly gone.

”Sorry stud.” Melanie pats my shoulder before walking away “Duty calls.”

Miltia just lets out a frustrated groan, and sends an apologetic gaze my way before joining her sister.

Goddamned cocksucking darn it! Out of all the times for her to visit it had to be now!! You didn’t even know Yellow Trailer happened tonight!

With a frustrated groan, you lean back on the wall again, bitterly pondering on the downsides of limiting your own omniscience. Then you let out a resigned sigh. Sure, you could’ve planned around this, had you known beforehand. But what fun is life without some setbacks?

Someone’s going to pay for the blue balls though.