Snap snap goes the trap

"Nice place you've got here," Your voice carries well in the un-decorated room, the Spartan furnishing allowing your low masculine voice to resonate loud enough to silence the two bickering women, "A bit dark for my tastes though."

"Interesting," The woman with the long sleeves is the first to speak, her soft tone carrying the hint of an elongated 'S' as she speaks, "you recovered rather quickly from Milla's blow." Much like all of the other Espada you have met in Las Noches she wears a simple pure white uniform with random pitch black trim. However, what distinguishes her most from the rest is the fact that the sleeves of her top extend well past her hands giving her arms an oddly elongated look to them. Just above her right eye she seems to have a trio of crescent shaped bones hovering just above her eyebrow while below the very same eye is a duo of small dark tear shaped tattoos.

The shortest girl of the trio snickers a bit, her heterochromic blue and gold eyes spark with amusement as she mutters, "looks like the Amazon still can't hit worth shit." Compared to the other two she is very small but she also holds an aura of almost indomitable will. She also wears a simple pure white uniform with black trim and like all of the others you have met, she has a collection of bones on her head. However, unlike the others her 'mask' of sorts is a single plate that goes from her forehead and extends back over what you would guess is the entirety of her head. Sprouting from the girl’s forehead is a massive horn of pure ivory, a rather unique addition that gives her a look similar to that of a unicorn.

"Shut up you hooved whore!" the tallest of the group growls, her long flowing dark hair fluttering about her head with the speed she turns to face the short one. This one is very tall and large, her skin a dark coffee brown with a balcony that you could do Shakespeare off of. Her clothing is similar to that of Lilynette in that there is little of it if any. Aside from a small top and flowing white Amazon skirt she appears mostly bare, small arms bands and bangles here and there with circular azure jewels being the rest of her unique garb.

Just being in the presence of these three is rather interesting and arousing but you are suddenly hit by two distinct realizations, one is that if left to their own devices they would soon be verbally brawling again and two, Nel was nowhere to be seen, "Excuse me, I don't meant to break up a perfectly good cat fight but can you tell me where the hell I am?"

Instantly the taller one turns to you as do the other two, the dark skinned beauty giving you a slight smirk as she chuckles, "Well you do have some balls on you, no wonder Harribel is interested in you. The name is Milla Rose cutie."

"You are in the hall of our master, Tia Harribel-sama," the one with the long sleeves replies, "my name is Sung-sun and like Milla I am one of Harribel-sama's fraccion."

Thinking back to the conversation, or rather argument that the three had been having when you awoke you deduced that the smallest of the girls was Apache, and that she was also one of the girls that had peeped on you when you changed. Turning to Apache you also find that she must have come to the same conclusion, her face a dark rosy red as she tries to stand up the tallest that she possibly can, "The name's Apache, I was sent by Harribel-sama to inspect you and see if you were suitable for her."

Giving Apache a flat look you spare not a single second as you reply, "and to peep on me apparently."

"Ghk!" Apache's blush deepens as she nearly swallows her tongue, "Y-You knew?"

You can't help but smirk at the little tough girl’s attitude, "Yeah, I take it you were the one that said 'I hope he picks Harribel-sama so I can get a chance at that'?"

With this spoken Milla and Sung-sun turn to Apache quickly, Milla with a mile wide shit-eating grin while Sung-sun only gives Apache a calculating and curious gaze. With so many eyes on her Apache can only invent several different shades of red as her voice squeaks out in a pitiful whimpering whisper, "W-Well th-that-"

"So did you like what you saw?" your smirk turns out into a full out grin as all three are now staring at you with wide eyes and blushes on their faces, your hand reaching for the belt of your gi to pantomime removing you pants for the obvious eager audience "or do you need a second look?" This apparently is the final nail in the coffin as Apache's head turns a bright crimson before her eyes roll up into their sockets and she falls to the ground in a dead faint.

For a moment or two Milla and Sung-sun seem likely to share the same fate but they quickly shake it off, their eyes turning away from you and to their fallen comrade. Milla is the one to pull her voice out of the abysmal hole your 'threatened' nudity sent it, her once strong tone cracked and broken with embarrassment, "Eh...well...um...what's your name? We told you ours..."

"The name is John," you say with a chuckle, "and you can look at me, I'm not going to pull down my pants, I just wanted to tease Apache a bit."

"Hm, very well," Sung-sun says with a touch of disappointment as she and Milla face you, both of them avoiding your eyes just a bit as she continues to speak, "in response to your other question, Harribel-sama and former Trecera Nelliel do not get along very well. We needed to separate you from her-."

"What do you mean separate," your voice cuts through Sung-sun's explanation, your serious tone offering no leeway for lies or deception as you take a firm step towards the two conscious women, "what did you do to Nel?"

"Former Tercera Espada Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck is unharmed John," a new voice suddenly catches your attention, your body turning around to face a tall dark skinned woman with bright blond hair, "I simply wanted to meet with you alone."

Standing before you is a woman that dreams are made of, a dark skinned goddess come down to grace you with her nimble presence. Her hair is a bright sun kissed yellow, the short cropped messy tendrils of organic silk covering her head save for three distinctive and very long ponytails. Her eyes are deep emerald, watery pools of sea green so deep and alluring you could drown yourself in their watery depths. Her clothing is a bit on the unusual side, everything from the bottoms of her eyes to the soles of her shoes is covered...save for right beneath her breasts and just above her pubic bone. Between those two zones is a vast expanse of creamy cocoa colored skin, soft and utterly delicious flesh bared rather invitingly to the naked eye.

Yet, while the woman’s beauty is very stunning you find yourself on the defensive very quickly as she starts to approach you, every step causing her impressive breasts to jiggle beneath her short cropped top, "Would a formal invitation be too much to ask?"

The woman chuckles slightly, "Perhaps...welcome to my home John, my name is Tia Harribel."

"I gathered," you muttered quietly, "but how do you know my name?"

"One of my subordinates happened to catch it during your altercation with Star and Gingerback," Harribel says simply, her smooth striding gate surprisingly enough moving past you and towards the bookshelf you saw before.

"Okay, that answers one thing," You say, watching as Harribel thumbs through the numerous titles on the shelf, "now what's with all the cloak and dagger? You hiding from something or what?"

"In a sense," Harribel responds, her fingers slowly caressing the spines of each book before moving to the next, "As the current Tres Espada, Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck and I have been in bitter competition for the title."

"So that's why you brought me here alone? Because you and Nel would start duking it out over a title?" You ask in confusion but Harribel's melodic chuckle cuts you short.

"No, nothing that childish," Harribel responds, "but you would most certainly not be able to make a clear and educated decision if the two of us were bickering with one another instead of talking to you."

"That sounds a lot like fighting to me," you are cut off as Harribel gives a sound of triumph, her hand wrapping around a book and pulling it swiftly from the shelf, "What is that?"

Harribel turns around with the book in hand, her boy moving to you and coming the stand only a foot away in a few long strides, "This is a favorite book of mine, El Sacrificio. Tell me John, what do you know of sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice? What does that have to do with anything?" You question back, your eyebrow rising into your hair with confusion and curiosity.

"Humor me," Harribel replies, her deep emerald eyes snowing no emotion except for her interest in your answer.

"Hm...Well I would say that sacrifice is giving up a part of or your entire self for the betterment of others. Sacrifice is not for greed or for triumph, it is for the good of those that are precious to you and what you hold dear to your heart. That is what sacrifice is to me," Your hand reaches up and gently scratches at the back of your neck, "I don't suppose that's a satisfactory answer is it?"

Looking into Harribel's eyes you can almost tell that she is smiling form behind her mask, the edges of her eyes are crinkled up with a hidden grin as a light blush crosses her cheeks, "No, that was very eloquent and inspiring...here John, please take this."

Harribel hands you the book from her shelf, the small tome is aged and well worn with obvious signs of multiple uses, "Um...thank you, but are you sure that you want to give it to me?"

Harribel chuckles softly, releasing the book as you accept her unique gift. As you gently take hold of the book Harribel offers you what you would guess is a sad smile, her head bowing slightly as her tone becomes one of slight sorrow and fear, "Oh I am certain John. Please, think of me when it comes time to decide.”

“Harribel, you answered my question,” you suddenly stop her, your chivalrous nature acting up as you speak, “may I have one of my own?”

“Certainly John,” Harribel sounds interested, your proposal teasing at her curiosity as she speaks, “what is it that you wish to know?”

“I would like to see your face, your whole face.”

Your question seems to shock Harribel, her eyes saying no but her voice letting out a sigh of resignation, “I suppose it is only fair.” Slowly Harribel reaches up for the zipper of her top, the high collar giving her a slight bit of difficulty before she pulls it down and reveals her face to you. Covering her mouth and neck, possibly even her breasts is a large mask like configuration of bones, a grim grin staring out at you as Harribel sheepishly turns her eyes away from your own, “Is this what you wanted John?”

Granted the sight was slightly scary, no human in their right mind would find that to be very attractive or alluring…but for some reason it seemed to fit for Harribel. Sure it might have been odd to look at but it was part of her charm, something that added to her uniqueness and personality. Leaning close to Harribel her eyes are quickly on you, wide green orbs staring into your own as you draw closer, “John?”

Without a word you lay your lips against where Harribel’s mouth would be, a soft peck on her covered lips sending a bright blush across Harribel’s cheeks and somehow over the bone mask itself. With that you turn away, walking away from the utterly stunned Harribel and her fraccion and on a mission to find your ‘tour guide’ once again.