She will regardless of whether you want her to or not!

"Uh, I wouldn't really feel comfortable with a title like Master, but... You're free to call me whatever you want, I guess," he mumbled.

Her face rose into an alluring and playful smile. "I'll take that into consideration... Maaaster~" The word rolled off her tongue in a honey-silken voice that could make any man melt. After a quick giggle she added, "but I should advise you to call me Assassin in front of enemy Servants and rival Masters. It would be a grave disadvantage on our part if anyone knew who I was."

A sexual thrill-induced shudder ran up his spine at the hentai-level voice calling him Master of all things. His Assassin may not have been a good fighter, but he definitely was going to die if she was going to send libidinous arousal through him with just a single word. He nodded, turning his head away and casting a side glance at his Servant, trying to ignore the way her giggle made her chest undulate. "That seems smart... I'll just call you Mata Hari in private, then." Mata Hari... he'd have to look her up. He needed to know what this Heroic Spirit had done in life to warrant a place in the Throne of Heroes...

She burst out into yet another airy giggle. He averted his eyes to not get taken in by the anatomical reaction. "That reaction is just so cute! Oh, I'm going to enjoy this. Now, tell me, is there anything I should know?"

"Uhh..." He pulled out his phone, skimming through it to his notepad app. "Let's see... It's June 27th, 2019. You were summoned to Orlando, Florida in the United States of America. We're at Midpointe Hotel, a cheap motel I rented a night in to prepare to summon you. It's currently just past two o'clock AM but I made sure to get plenty of rest before I started the ritual. Uh, what else... Oh! My Command Seal just appeared on me a few days ago. This is the first Grail War since the fifth one in Japan fifteen years ago. I don't know why there's one here in Orlando right now, but the fact I was able to summon you proves it's a Grail War, I guess."

Assassin tapped her chin, gazing up as if in thought. "Hmmm... Quite odd. I don't seem to have any knowledge as to anything off about this Grail War. I have all the knowledge I should need for it and this modern era."

"Yeah, but... Here's the odd thing. The University of Central Florida summer classes just ended several days ago, and the campus dorms closed just a couple days after that. That means people not at school are free and people who came here to attend college have left town. It's almost like this Grail War was timed strategically for less witnesses and more free time for the participants."

She nodded. "That might be paranoia, but... Well, I'll do some digging later, see what I can find," Assassin assured him, giving him a warm smile.

"Uh... Thanks." Assassin sure was turning out easy to work with, even if she wasn't strong in a fight and a tease. His eyes wandered, and when he noticed the dust atop the sun-kissed skin of her breasts from the summoning, that's when something in his mind clicked. "Oh! Would you like to use the room's shower?"

She smiled alluringly, crossing her legs and raising them to rest her feet against the side of the bed, her hands clasped on her knee. "Oh, so you want me clean first, do you? Why don't you join me? I'll wash your back," she teased.

J-Join her? She'd wash his back?!

...

Will dot exe has stopped working.

Assassin burst into a giggle at his stammering, redfaced response. "Your blushing face is so cute! Relax, Master. I'm only kidding," she assured, smiling and heading to the nearby attached bathroom. As she walked, her golden dancer's clothes slowly dissolved into sparkles and he looked away before he could get an eyeful, his face red. "Or am I?" she added before ducking into the bathroom.

Her verbal addition sent another sexual shudder through him, though all he dignified in response was a simple groan. He heard the shower start up... She left the door wide open. Dammit, this woman would be the **** of him... Probably more than just figuratively, considering this Grail War.

Sighing, he took a seat on the bed, listening to the shower running and a pleasing humming from his Servant. Well, he had some time while Assassin showered. He didn't think Assassin could hear him with the shower running, so he'd have to talk to her later. He grabbed his laptop from his bag and booted it up, turning to Google. He needed to find three things: A good place to eat, a good place to get his Servant some clothes that weren't so provocative and out of place... and to Google Mata Hari.

Let's see... There was the B-Line Diner just a few minutes walk from the motel. As for clothes... The K&G Fashion Superstore over on W Colonial Drive would probably be the best bet, but it was closed until morning and it was about thirty minutes away, plus tolls. Still, B-Line Diner was open 24/7 and at this time of night, maybe Assassin's outfit wouldn't draw too much attention? No one will notice if there's no one to notice, after all..

Now, Googling Mata Hari. He found a Wikipedia article, nice! Huh, looked like she was the original honey trap. Margaretha Geertruida "Margreet" MacLeod (née Zelle; 7 August 1876 – 15 October 1917), better known by the stage name Mata Hari, was a Dutch exotic dancer and courtesan who was convicted of being a spy for Germany during World War I and executed by firing squad in France. Wow... that's pretty tragic. But if she was a spy, maybe that's why she was an Assassin Class? Oh, hey, pictures of her... What?! But... she was so flat!

Well, thank goodness for the Grail giving her basic knowledge of modern day. She could work this shower just fine. Humming a little tune to herself, she lathered up her hair with the motel's shampoo, standing just outside of the hot spray. The water was hot and steaming just like she liked it. After washing and rinsing her thick dark hair she thoroughly lathered and scrubbed her most intimate places.

Well, she supposed it was nice to be out of the Throne of Heroes for a bit, even though she'd not remember it once her Servant vessel was destroyed. Her master was nice so far. So fun to tease! His awkwardly embarrassed reactions were priceless. With his glasses and study of Magecraft, she was betting he was sexually inexperienced. No doubt that was why he reacted so much to her teasing.

Still, she didn't know much about him, and information was her greatest weapon. She left the shower running as she stepped out and grabbed a towel. A little trick she learned as a spy, most men assume women take long showers. With the water going she could easily sneak about while her target was asleep or busy so she could snoop.

And lo and behold with a peek out the open door, she saw Will sitting on the bed, going about something... disappointingly innocuous. Hmmm... Might be a good chance to tease him some more, though. She figured she'd walk out, sneak behind him while he's distracted, and ask what's next on the agenda. But how to accessorize the act?