A little bit of rivalry

As Ignazio entered the guild hall in the morning, he was delighted by what he saw.

Erza was still dressed in her tank top and shorts combo, which was a delight. But he was more stunned by Cana.

Rather than her usual bikini top and tan pants, she was wearing a rather lavish looking blue dress. It was definitely some kind of soft, shiny material, but it still clung tightly to her body like latex. The cut of the skirt stopped just below her knees, and was cut up the side, giving a view of her legs any time she took a step.

The top tied around the back of her neck by two straps, giving a rather nice view of her inner bust.

Honestly, Ignzaio was floored by how this woman had somehow become more beautiful by *hiding* more of her body. She saw him looking at her and blushed, looking away from him.

He didn't want to spoil it. They were having lunch later and...

He paused

"Did she... Dress like that for me?" He pondered as he entered his office, sitting down behind his desk.

The day continued on, as a couple clients filtered in. And eventually lunch time came around.

Cana came in, a smile on her face as the door closed behind her.

"Hey..." She cooed in a heavy voice. She began walking towards him, putting a more pronounced sway in her step than she usually would, slowly sitting down in the chair opposite him.

"I wasn't sure what to wear. I hope this doesn't throw you off."

Ignazio looked her up and down.

"I don't think I've ever seen you all dressed up"

Cana felt her heart sink. Did she pick the wrong thing to wear? Did he not like it?

"C-crap... I-I mean, I can just go change if you want me--"

"You look amazing" he interrupted. Cana froze up. Her brain practically overloading.

"O-oh..." She brushed her hair back behind her ear bashfully "well. Thanks. I wasn't sure if this was too... Conservative."

"Well, I didn't expect it but you somehow look strikingly beautiful with MORE clothes on. Though... I'm sure you'd look great with less too."

"Hey! Watch it!" She teased

"Oh believe me. I'm watching" he quipped in return as his eyes scanned over her again, making her blush.

"Damn.. is it hot in here?" She panted, her voice a bit shaky "I need a drink..." She reached forward, where Ignazio had various food and drinks laid out. Her instinct was to grab a beer, but she froze up before doing it, her eyes glazing over.

"I should never follow the ****. I should follow someone who wants the best for me." She droned.

She shook her head, snapping herself from the trance and reached instead for a soda.

"Sorry about that... No beer, right? That's what you want for me." She stated with a bit of pride.

Ignazio just looked at her. That blank look she made as she blankly chanted the programming he had given her was so...

Hot

But... He didn't know why it happened like that. Normally she wouldn't just blank out like that and repeat her programming... But honestly he was torn on correcting her. He kinda wanted to see it again.

He was almost dumbstruck as Cana started to dig into her steak.

The two began to eat in an awkward silence at first, but eventually conversation sparked. The two began talking about anything and everything. How the last year's had treated them. Their favorite hobbies. Movies that they liked. Even some of Cana's past relationships came up.

The two found themselves laughing almost more than talking. And even more shocking to Ignazio - he hadn't even used his hypnosis to make this happen. This was, more or less, a date.

That is, until what happened next.

The door of his office swung open.

"Hey Iggy! I need--" Levy boomed, before stopping in place as she saw him... And Cana. Her eyes focused in on Cana. Like a panther honing in on its pray.

"What's going on here..?" She asked.

"Just having some lunch, Lev" Cana said casually, clearly not understanding that Levy was a bit upset by this.

"H-how... What the hell!" She exclaimed.

"Huh? Levy, you alright?" Cana asked. Levy stomped over to her, the door slamming behind.

"No! I'm not! What the hell do you think you're doing with him?!"

"Uh oh..."

He needed to stop this before it got out of hand.

Cana stood up.

"What am I doing? He invited me here for lunch and--"

"Drowsy drunk! Brainwashed Bookworm!" He boomed... And watched as their eyes rolled back, their bodies going limp.

Cana flopped backwards into the chair, while Levy toppled forward, her face burying itself in Cana's breasts like a pillow.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Levy, but he needed to get to the bottom of it. And with Cana entranced too... Maybe he could get away with a little programming? He wasn't sure. But he had to sort this out somehow.