Aya was completely out of it. Maybe it was that fight with the Dullahan earlier, meeting with Lightning about that little job, or perhaps just exhaustion in general but her aim was completely off.
“Turning in already?” Pierce let her out.
“Yeah, I got a big day tomorrow so probably best just to turn in early.”
“You’ve really been running yourself ragged. You’ll go silver before your time.”
Always with the snarky remarks, and him saying “silver” was not a coincidence. She wasn’t going to argue, he was just worried, they all were. At least he wasn’t like Cloud who always got up in her face. Thank the Primals he’d been too busy lately to drop by and hassle her as she didn’t need a shouting match right now.
The evening was near, the sky a mix of bright orange with deep blues coming in. She felt better during this time, more relaxed. Though for some that meant their vices came out like some kind of transforming creature. As per the couple Aya saw in a nearby alley.
“Oh, for Bahamut’s sake…” She rolled her eyes as she saw the two getting hot and heavy within spitting distance of the goddamned police station! The man was running his hand up his partner’s skirt, riding so high her red underwear was flashed.
Aya waltzed over and tapped on the nearby brickwork. The couple jumped.
“Gah, what the hell!?”
“Do you mind?”
“I do.” Aya flashed her badge. “I understand hormones, but if you wanna make the beast with two backs you can at least wait until you get home. Or at least not dry hump in front of a police station like a couple of idiots.”
“Why do I get the feeling she hasn’t gotten laid in awhile?” The woman mumbled as she adjusted her top, only to get a glare from Aya’s blue eyes that, if she didn’t know any better, had a slight glow in the low light.
“I can make this an official referral. Now get moving, horndogs.”
They made their exit, more than likely throwing passive-aggressive insults at Aya. Why did everyone always bring up sex anyway? It wasn’t like she didn’t have opportunities, she just wasn’t interested.
She observed the main hall of her establishment, dressed in one of her slinky black gowns while a stole of transparent black draped across her arms. Her dress in particular seemed to be upheld by more than design as enormous pale breasts threatened to spill out but never did. They would bounce and jiggle with every step of her feet, every sway of her hips but never came close to fully exposed. A tease for all in attendance.
Her lovelies invited in new guests, all with stuffed wallets and eager desires. Her little palace of pleasure served all interests, especially with her unique connections. Not just Viera, Elezen, Miqo’te, or Au Ra, but beings you just couldn’t find on this plane. Succubi, vampires, and other denizens beyond the veil attracted clients with tastes even they didn’t know they had.
A pink-haired succubi curled her tail around a customer’s hand and led him to a nearby room while a quad-armed demoness assured another she was quite skilled with massages. Especially erotic ones.
This was her kingdom of the night
Aya shook her head. Okay, she had seen a LOT of stuff at Lea Monde involving ghouls, the undead, monsters, and demons, but not quite like that! That place was anything but horny (well, maybe Rosencrantz’s weird bondage gear outfit).
She took the bus to the inner city where her apartment was. She just gazed out the window and was thankful for the dearth of sexual content. Maybe seeing that Lightning was part-demon, or whatever, triggered something. She just wanted to go home, have a nice bottle of whiskey and—
On the sidewalk. She saw her. A long, black coat, hair so black it was like someone made ebony into a hair piece, and olive-black eyes that held a wealth of knowledge.
“Professor!?”
Aya pulled the cord to stop, practically leaping out and barreling down the walkway towards her target.
“Professor!” She grabbed her arm. Though it was not Professor Merlose. She didn’t wear glasses, let alone horn-rimmed ones, nor was she so old..
“I’m sorry, have we met?”
“I…” Oh crap. “Sorry, you looked like a friend.” She bowed apologetically.
“No worries. You sounded really urgent though.”
“I just haven’t seen her in awhile and really want to talk to her.”
“Well I hope you find her.”
Aya turned on her heel away. The black-haired woman did as well, and suddenly became decades younger with no spectacles. Callo Merlose, former member of the VKP’s Dangerous Criminal Task Force, smirked. She couldn’t let Aya know for now, but it had been nice to see her former student.
“Oh Aya, we’ll speak soon.”
XXXXX
Aya stepped into her apartment and undressed. She felt like she was going crazy, seeing the professor’s face on some random bystander. Being out in dark, forgotten pits of the world really did a number on her. And it didn’t help that she smelled like gunpowder and earth.
She hopped into the shower. The grime of the day washed off her paler skin. It felt warm, relaxing.
After drying off she got into a pair of shorts and a tank top. She poured herself a glass of Nibelheim Peaks whiskey. The evening news was running in the background, mostly about the upcoming wedding of that prince guy, Noctis Lucis Whateverhisname, and the local airship company. Thankfully that was miles away from her purview.
She sat on the couch, sipping her whiskey. Occasionally she’d to her side, feeling weirdly isolated. The anchor kept droning, her words just so much white noise…
“Oh blessed are we, servants of pleasure.” Aya said as she began the ritual. Others were with her, powerful servants of the flesh stripped of all but ceremonial hooded cloaks. They recited in ancient languages not spoken in millennia.
This ritual was more than just formality, they were going to bless this place with euphoria. The initial rites were finished.
Everyone stripped down and began coupling with the nearest partner. It was imperative to give thanks by engaging in the act. Aya felt a hand caress her navel and her plump, pale lips curled.
“MM!” Aya moaned as she awoke. Her crotch was weirdly aching and…her fingers were down her shorts. She twitched as the sensitivity of her orgasm subsided. “That…oh man, it’s been awhile.”
She went to replace her panties and shorts. She didn’t notice they felt a bit tighter, along with her bra. Her hair has begun to pale along with her skin, the tips a slightly whiter blonde.
The question of her inner conflict wasn’t “if” but “when.” And how she accepted that. Everyone with blood from beyond always dealt with the question.
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