Deep underground, within the sewers of Backlund, fuck this shithole, a woman dressed beautifully and elegantly with utter confidence in herself stride carefully along the way hard pavement with her heels, avoiding dirt as he walk by, not wanting to stain her dress.
Trissy pondered to herself as time passes by on what she, formally known as he should do next.
(What should I do? Sooner or later, Official Beyonders might accidentally storm this place and find me, I have no way to defend against an entire army if that happen.) Scheming to take revenge, taking care of oneself is of utmost importance at present, if not, all the efforts she'd done so far would be meaningless.
She could take the initiative of taking the original route from the story, but nah, this is a fan fiction, let's do something different.
(What if...) As her minds scattered, the image of a recently infamous person who made a name for himself in a short amount of time across the seas hit her mind, it was that of a particular crazy adventurer, hunter whom she's also currently temporarily working with.
Ain't that suicide, barging in and taking residence inside the house of a person whom would probably cut her head off the moment their alliance to each other was deemed void and null.
Whatever, let's do that shit.
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It was past midnight, the crimson moon still hang intently at the sky, casting its gaze over the city of Backlund.
A particular person of beautiful features and stature yet with a cloak and hood hiding her full appearance made land, taking her first step into the city, leaving a small dinghy which her crew was on with.
Edwina, one of the pirate admiral of the sea, a member of the church of knowledge and wisdom, with her brown hair situated in simple yet noticeable approach in braiding around her head, walk leisurely and normally, heading into the city.
Looking around her surroundings, the people of the pier are still fast asleep, very few are seen strolling around or already working their jobs by, the buildings around are noticeably damaged with large holes and pieces of metal struck in random places, some wreckage in the waters.
(What happened here? Whatever, it doesn't matter, Im having my vacation, I shouldn't dwell into anything else other than my own.) Edwina continued forward, leaving the pier.
"Hey, what's with the captain suddenly taking a vacation out of nowhere?" One of the crewmen on the dinghy paddling away from the pier ask the man in front of him.
"Heh, what would I know? I haven't been in the ship for some time." Danitz answered.
Danitz having his own little adventures and spending more time cultivating himself, via example as accepting Mr Fool's or Gehrman Sparrow's missions and heading in wherever, he would be clueless no doubt to the Captain's situation, maybe she's just taking a break, that's all, I mean, who wouldn't?
Partially true.
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In the spirit world, a world where pastel colors seems to merge together in the eyes of those who laid upon its surroundings, with various creatures roaming everywhere, a woman in a black dress with four heads, two held in each hand travels swiftly, traversing the omniscient space, along with her student, whom also dress in a beautiful black regal dress.
Miss Sharron lately seems troubled with multiple things, showing more and more emotions as if she's slowly breaking away from the doctrine and teaching she so keenly followed her whole life, taught by her teacher, Reinette Tinekker.
"What's... Wrong?" A head spoke and another follow to complete the sentence aimed at her student.
"... Nothing." Sharron appears even more trouble the moment the question was presented to her.
Not only does the misunderstanding and complication stemming from the relationship she didn't and was troubled to clear up, being treated as an actual puppet by a guy she have a crush on, Sherlock Moriarty, Sharron also found it troubling that she's in a way, betraying her teacher the way she indulge herself in every way these past few days, was she really disregarding her teachings, is it wrong, should she stop, she's unable to confront her teacher about this matter, in fear of breaking their relationship for she already treated someone like her akin to her own mother.
The affection she showed, and protection she offered, protecting her and Marric from the other faction of the Rose School of thought, how could she betray someone like that all for the happiness she's feeling right now.
That's right, Miss Sharron have never been happy so much in a very long time, acting so cold and ruthless was very tiring, she couldn't bear as such, in a way, it could be considered her anchor to also keep her humanity to fight against godhood, to love and fall in love, what's wrong with that.
But, keeping secrets and hurting her teacher, that's something she's currently troubled and hurt at the moment.
In the end, their conversation ended as it started, and they continued to traverse the spirit world.
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Within the Opulent Villa of Count Hall, where everyone still fast asleep in their rooms, with guards roaming around outside, potentially monitoring for anything that might bring danger to those inside the mansion.
Audrey unable to sleep in her room, sat by the window looking up at the crimson moon that's hanging up in the sky, she look down below at the guards patrolling the borders and garden of the villa.
She tried to imagine of a scenario where she's indulging herself in a rather unladly like manner in contrast the way she's been raised this whole time by her parents.
She imagine a scene of her having sex with big burly men, the big body clashing together with her frail figure, that image she visualize have been sexually arousing her lately.
(Aahh... Sorry, mother, father, I'm such a bad girl!) Audrey tried to keep her moaning from leaking outside by covering her mouth.
The squelching sounds and heat emanating down below her night gown, holding her nipples, and caressing herself to pleasure herself.
The visualization of a man dominating her in bed who's dick is about to penetrate her pussy, taking her virginity away is in complete synchronization with her fingers that's also about to penetrate her pussy, already positioned by the front.
Squelch
And it did, her fingers caressing the inside walls of hers, Audrey voraciously indulge herself like a bitch in heat, she wanted to be dominated and be taken from either behind or the front, as long as she could satisfy herself.
(Someone, someone, please, fuck me!!) Her eyes darted outside, looking at the guards, she then imagine herself having sex with some random dominating her body.
It's so unlike her usual self, but that's what makes it hot.
(Is there any chance one of the Tarot Club men members would take my request?)