Some night time antics

"Hm... Maybe not." Erza muttered to herself as the classy, slow paced music played.

She was dressed in a tight, pink bodice with a fluffy, pink skirt around her hips, and pink slippers on her feet.

"Is ballet still too classy?" She pondered.

The music changed, becoming more upbeat, fast paced and pointed.

Erza requipped, now wearing a rather garish and puffy red dress, with castanets on her fingers.

She began to attempt to dance, doing small movements followed by large flourishes and clacking her fingers together,

She stopped again. Looking herself up and down.

"It's just not right." She sighed "It still feels too formal."

Erza requipped back to her tank top and pants, sitting down in her apartment with a heavy sigh.

She wanted to change. And the hypnosis made her want it even more - or at least that's what she figured was the case. She was even starting to feel more relaxed. But it just wasn't good enough for her yet. She truly desired to change but... It was hard.

She stood back up, full of confidence. She needed something better. Something with more comfortable clothes, and that felt less refined.

"Requip!" She cried out, as her clothes changed once more.

She now found herself wearing a red silk bra, matching, baggy pants, flat sandals, and a red veil over her face.

"Hm... Well. It certainly feels more comfortable." She pondered "Let's see how the dance goes."

The music changed once more, now to a wistful and floaty sound, with a heavy woodwind and percussion focus.

She began dancing, swaying and twirling her hips, rolling her stomach - which caused her ample chest to freely bounce - and raising her hands above her head, gently spinning them above.

She closed her eyes and let the music take her as she continued dancing. Yet... There was still something wrong.

She stopped dancing and crossed her arms, looking out over the town, and seeing her reflection in the window.

"I just don't understand..." She said "this outfit is incredibly comfortable, yet the dance still feels too... Classy."

Erza sighed, sitting back down again. She was almost ready to give up. She hated giving up. But maybe dancing wasn't for her. It was just what Ignazio suggested. She could find a different hobby.

She searched her mind, going over all her previous adventures, looking for something to inspire her.

And then.

"Wait... I've got it!" She boomed, leaping to her feet and requipping one last time.

Cana stood in her bathroom, wearing her usual attire, looking at herself in her mirror.

She grabbed a hairband and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

"Okay... Hair up or down?" She wondered aloud, before scrunching her face.

"I dunno why I'm getting so nervous about all this. It's not even like it's a date. We're just having lunch in his office" she laughed. But her laughter quickly tapered off.

She wasn't sure what Ignazio meant. Was this lunch meeting a date? Or was he just checking in with a client?

She didn't even know what she thought of it. She asked to come back for a session but... Is that what she wanted? When it upgraded to lunch, did she feel like it was a date?

She didn't know. She was confused. All she knew was that... Somewhere inside of her, she wanted to look good for him.

"Okay... Sexy" she said aloud, holding up a fancy, but showy blue dress.

"Slutty..." She said, now holding up a pair of booty shorts and a lacey bra.

"Or normal?" She said, putting both outfits down and looking at her normal blue bra and brown pants combo.

She threw the clothes into the air in frustration

"Ugh! What's with me?!"

She stormed out of her bathroom in a fit of rage

"I never get this caught up over a date. And who even knows if this is a date at all?! ...I need a drink."

Cana reached for a bottle of beer, before freezing up. Her face went blank, as did her mind.

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

She shook her head, almost like someone shaking off sleep, and gave herself a quick slap on the cheeks.

"Ugh... What was that? I haven't even started drinking yet."

She looked down at the bottle in her hands, making a sour face.

"I... Don't need it." She managed to squeak out. It took a lot of strength, but she placed the bottle back where it came from, and she stepped away.

She let out a nice, long breath. It felt good.

She then turned back towards the bathroom.

"He wants the best for me" she said with confidence "So I need to dress my best for him... I just have no idea what that is."

She sighed and walked back into the bathroom.

Levy McGarden found herself in a similar situation. or rather, location, to Cana - her bathroom. But this was much different.

Splashing echoed all around Levy's apartment. It could be heard from anywhere as Levy took her bath.

She was up to her neck in water and bubbles, the only things not submerged being her head and her left hand.

"Mmmh... Mmmmmm." She moaned as the dildo in her mouth moved in and out. Her voice overshadowed by the splashing of her other hand, brandishing a second dildo, penetrating her pussy.

"Mmmm... Yetthhh... Yeeeeethhhh." She lisped past the rubber cock in her mouth.

With a loud pop the dildo removed itself from her lips.

"Oh god... Oh yes! Fuck me! Please!"

She began to speed up, thrusting the dildo between her legs faster and faster.

"I need you. I need you. Please." She whispered "You said I looked good. You liked how I looked. You showed... Nnnng! Affection! P-please! Give me more! I'll do anything you want! I'll suck your--!"

Before she could finish, she slammed the dildo back into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back and a bit of drool dripped from her chin.

"mmmmmhmhn!" She whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll be a good girl. I'll do anything for you. Just keep paying attention. Keep noticing. Call me beautiful. Call me sexy. Call me anything you want. Just don't stop. Don't stop looking at me. Don't stop thinking I'm beautiful. Don't leave me alone anymore. I'll follow. I'll obey. Anything it takes to be yours!" She thought to herself.

She began thrusting harder, shoving the dildo deeper down her throat, and the other deeper into her pussy.

"I need him. I need him. I need him."

Her body tensed up, splashing water everywhere. The dildo in her mouth went flying across the room as she buckled her legs around her other hand.

"G--ghh--- aaahhhhh..." She moaned. She pulled the dildo back, and with one final slam...

"KYAAAAAHHHHH!"

She cried out in pleasure, her eyes watering, sweat barrelling down her forehead.

She calmed, slowly but surely, and sank down into the water so only her nose and above was visible.

"Damn.. I've never been so... Submissive..." She thought to herself "why does it feel so good? I... Love him..? Do I? Or... Do I just like his attention? He's the only man who looks at me like that. Who appreciates how I look... I need to see him tomorrow. Whatever it takes. I need... To..."

She slid her fingers up and down her clit.

"I need to feel... His attention..."