Dian continued browsing the menu when she noticed Gala making coy motions next to her. It seemed she was trying to build up courage to ask something. Dian decided to swap to the drink menu while she asked a question.
"Gala..." She said quietly, but enough to get her attention.
"Hmm!" Gala replied with an affirmative, startled tone.
"Why me?" Dian didn't take even a moment to look at her as she continued browsing. "Vanity, Yoona, even Julia. All likely better options, yet you pursue me." Dian said with a little downtrodden tone. Gala got even more timid and pensive as she thought for an answer.
"Well... Vanity reminds me too much of my wife, Tifa. And I'd just be reminded of her every day. Yoona is very nice, she's so innocent and pure that I can't help but see her as like an older sister I've never had."
'The giant savage beast is innocent, pure and like a sibling in her eyes. Interesting.' Dian thought in an instant.
"And Julia just doesn't swing the same way I do." Gala said with a nervous laugh. "I tried..."
Dian got a sour look as she placed the magical menu on the table with a drink ordered. "So you came to me out of a process of elimination?"
"No, no, no!" She put her talons up in defense. "You were the first that caught me eye!"
That familiar switch flicked in Dian's head. When her vanity gets fed and she can't help but go on the hunt. "Oh? What exactly caught your eye?" Her flirtatiousness was back in full force.
Gala retracted timid and nervous. All for not as Dian kept scooting closer to keep the distance. "It ah... Your uhmm... You have..." Gala stumbled on her start not knowing what she wanted to say. Her eye, her height, her strength, her allure, her...
"Come on, spit it out. I won't bite. (Yet.)" Dian kept advancing on Gala in the booth. Almost pushing her down onto the cushioned seats with her presence alone.
"Your...-- your... umm... ohimjustgoingtosayit. Your boobs! I really like your boobs!" She whisper yelled, followed by a squeal. Her mind defaulted to the first thing she always looks at when meeting another woman.
Dian was quiet for a second before audibly stifling a laugh. "My breasts?" She asked in a humorous tone. She wanted to be mad, but seeing this little owl suffer enough embarrassment to melt her into the seat was just too precious.
Dian pressed her hands on either side of Gala; trapping her in place. "You should know I don't like being objectified." She scolded with a hint of seduction. "But I'll let it slide this time."
"Wait~!" Gala's voice quivered. "Can I... ask you something first?" She still couldn't make eye contact as she asked; Oppressed by Dian's predatory aura.
"Oh? Do ask~."
"Why me? Like... I can be pretty dumb sometimes... and- and I was really only joking about the date. You could have left at any time, but you stayed. I talk a big game but I'm really such a timid mess--" Gala stopped as Dian pinched her beak closed.
"Shuu~... I went along with this because I thought you were something new and interesting. And you were. Honestly I've thought most of what you've said up to this point as been total bullshit... But you say it all with this nostalgic look and perfect conviction. I can't help but think there's some truth to it. You live a wild life."
Dian grabbed Gala at her collar and pushed her down on her back. She let out a surprised squeak as her wings splayed out amongst the cushioned seats; covering them in loose feathers.
"Lucky for you; I like wild." Dian positioned herself cowgirl above Gala. Her legs straddling the bird's, and her hands sneaked under her wings. Gala's wings reflexively retracted from the sensitive touch. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but just enough to give Dian room to maneuver.
Gala shivered in anticipation. This was it. The moment she was waiting for, even when she was actively sabotaging herself. A kiss from a new, exciting woman, and one that was so dominant. Gala had rarely been the bottom before, and she didn't realize just how bad she wanted, no, needed it until now.
She finally opened her eyes to see the elf beautifully on top of her. Her heart racing so fast it was about to burst. Dian leaned forward biting her lower lip. With a spare hand she gently grasped Gala's head and pulled her close. Gala closed her eyes, preparing for the kiss with a parted beak.
She was expecting electricity. Maybe some sort of explosion. But instead she got nothing. Gala peaked an eye open to see what was stopping her new hot flame. Dian cocked her head with a confused expression. She'd lean forward, pull back, change angle, and repeat the process.
"I- Is something wrong?" Gala asked.
Dian snapped out of her inquisitive trance. "Oh... It just I've never made out with someone with a beak before. I kinda didn't think about the logistics of this until now." She said sounding more like she was admitting to failing a puzzle rather than a lack of sexual experience.
"I can--" Gala was interrupted by a knock at their booth. The curtain was pulled to reveal another hostess with tan skin. Her face sharp, hair pulled back in a forest green dreaded ponytail, eyes slitted like a snake, all with a smile that literally went ear to ear.
"Here'sss your drink." She placed a plate on the table with a wine glass on top filled with a orange-red liquid that swirled around like a whirlpool. "And please do keep it clean ladiesss." She gave a wink as she closed the curtain.
Dian looked back down to see Gala and her doe-in-the-carriage-lights expression. "What's wrong Gala?"
"That was a Gorgon right? They kinda scare me. Like with the snake hair and stuff."
Dian stifled a laugh. "I think she might have gotten that fixed given she's working in a city. Her kind are still considered monsters, even here."
Even with the new information, Gala kept her 1000 yard stare towards the curtain. "What are you thinking about?" Dian asked in attempt to get her attention.
"She was kinda hot..." Gala said quietly to herself, not realizing Dian was still on top of her and getting more annoyed by the second. Her polyamorous habits were not doing her any favors. Dian slowly moved her hand around Gala's collar and clasped under her chin.
"Hey. You're with me right now. So I need your undivided attention." She slide her hand forward pressing it just barely against Gala's throat. Not enough to make contact, but enough to let her intentions be known. "Understood?"
Gala nodded with the sudden mix of fear and arousal as there was an audible gulp. Her wide eyes now fully focused on Dian. "Good." Dian smiled. "Now where were we?"
Dian was suddenly hit by a flurry of motions. Gala's hands wrapped around her waist and the back of her head. Gala pulled her down cocking Dian's head to the side while Gala went in the other direction. She jabbed her beak forward at just the angle to not cut Dian's lips. Instantly invading her mouth with her thin raspy tongue.
They laid together, two mouths locked in battle sharing blows, saliva, and their hot breath. They both pushed forward in a sudden lustful competition. As if there was an unspoken agreement that whoever pulls away first would be the loser. Unfortunately for Gala, she was out of breath before the battle even began.
The owl's ability to keep going faded. She let go of her partner and pulled away. A short lived string of saliva now the only thing connecting them. Gala rested her head while Dian sat back so they could both catch their breaths.
"I'm... hhhhh... Sorry." Gala apologized turning her head away once again.
Dian took a second to drink the cocktail she ordered. Fruity and alcoholic. She placed the glass back on the table. "Why are you apologizing?"
"Cause you wanted to kiss me first... and you said you didn't like raspy tongues." Gala said with genuine shame, as if she was just caught committing a cardinal sin of bottoms.
Dian pressed a finger against her beak again with a shushing noise. "Don't apologize for being an eager little power bottom. Just a little warning next time."
"Next-- TIME!?" Gala yelled, flinched, and whimpered at the sudden ticklish feeling of Dian moving her hands along her abs. Slowly they glided up her stomach, under her crop top and intertwining with her deep chest plumage. Dian leaned in close with a seductive smirk. "Ready for round two?"
Gala didn't say anything, and instead cocked her head and parted her beak; ready to receive. Dian dived in for the kill. She was the bird of prey now, and once she has someone in her talons; she doesn't let go. Gala soon wouldn't even be able to pull away if she wanted to.
Dian kept up her onslaught, eventually navigating her hands around to find Gala's. She locked her fingers with her talons and pressed them into the seat as well. With her legs already locked in place from the cowgirl position, Gala was trapped, helpless, only moments away from realizing she needed another breath.
Gala was in a panic before she even realized it. Her legs thrashed, her foot talons digging and tearing into the cushions. She didn't have the strength to fight off her lover/captor let alone overpower her. The intense lust and panic wasn't helping her focus on any magical countermeasures either. She was at the complete mercy of Dian, and both were revelling in the experience.
Gala made her last weak thrashes to get free. Dian figured it was finally time and started pulling away. However, at the same time Gala flicked her own head, and her beak ended up cutting Dian's lower lip. "Ah! Son of a bitch!" She yelled holding her mouth.
"I'm... so-rry...!" Gala got out through heavy breathes. "I didn't... mean... --"
"Stop that." Dian shushed her again. "I played a little rough and got bit for it. It's my fault." Dian pulled her hand from her mouth to see it covered in blood. "Shit. Stay here. I'll be right back." Dian got up and left the booth leaving Gala alone.
Gala sat with only her heavy heartbeat and deep breaths to keep her company. That, and that fancy drink on the table. Her curiosity was instantly peaked. Thinking Dian wouldn't notice, she took a sip. It was nice and fruity which helped with the tongue lashing she just went through. Before she knew it, she drank the entire thing.
After a few minutes of clean up, healing magic, and the agonizing pain that followed, Dian returned to the booth to find a very drunk Gala. Her alcohol tolerance was certainly one no one would desire as she was about wasted after the one drink.
She was already barely functioning, and Dian, not wanting to take advantage of a drunk girl, decided it was time to leave. Gala clinged to Dian like a scared child, or a clingy ex, and stumbled her towards the mezzanine. There they could see just below them Bounty and Whistle together by themselves.
'Are they on a date as well?' Dian thought to herself, amused.
Dian made her way down with Gala in tow. She greeted the two. "Fancy meeting you here. Is that a crutch?"
Bounty looked up with exasperated expression. He was stopped by Whistle before he could speak. "Bounty had a bit of a mishap while we were out with the rest of the guys."
"Was the whole team here and I didn't notice?" Dian asked.
"Almost. Ag and Mordeki just left and Reggie's over there chatting up a bunch of the hostesses." Whistle pointed over to a table in the corner. "What about you?"
Gala stumbled a giddy laugh. "We were having a little fun!" Whistle's eyes immediately widened.
Dian sighed. "What she's trying to say is that she has connections that got us a VIP booth. Where she got drunk on something I ordered for myself." She finished with a little bite directed at Gala.
"So I guess you're heading back as well?" Whistle asked.
"Yep, gotta get this little bundle of red flags home."
"You're a bundle of red flags!" Gala jokingly yelled as she slapped Dian's rear. Dian, with a stern face, simply wrapped her arm around Gala's shoulder and calmly lead her out of the building.
After a moment, Bounty broke the air with his usual sarcastic attitude. "Those two are so going to fuck."
Whistle snickered. "Absolutely."