The person behind us is a gorgeous slim Mature Sirein Woman that has bright light blue skin and litmus eyes mixing orange with violet in her piercing and inquisitive stare.
Her extravagant hairstyle is captivating too, with litmus dark blue in the majority of her braided ponytail, alternating the coloration into orange and finalizing the tip with a shiny yellow that evoke the appearancy of a sharp and deadly feather; Likewise, there is a sort of plume on her head, but that is a misconception of mine, since this feathers are natural and alive.
{She is actively using her Ascension Animal Affection to change and improve her body, how "Bold" of her, If she were not from a rich family, she would probably have been executed already}
Itzxuria's face look teasingly at this woman, diverting her attention while Oriana occults my deflated virility back into my pants.
"—What are you swallowing so engrossed to not respond to me Zayrin?"; The question is not answered, instead, Itzxuria makes a mooing sound to let her know how "Delicious" is what she has inside of her mouth.
This woman's curiosity needs to be satisfied, wiping with her thumb the line of semen that advances towards Itzxuria's chin, gathering the substance and bringing it to her seductive orange lips, tasting my newly produced seed with a pleased smile.
"—This flavor is amazing Zayrin!, Do you have more?"; Itzxuria gulps down audibly the load of semen, showing the empty cavity to the Sirein Woman.
"—I finish it all"; Reply smirking Itzxuria, and this woman intonation becomes quite demanding "—Zayrin, Who made you cry?".
—No one, I cry from happiness; Isn't the flavor fantastic too; How could I not let my tears fall as I taste such a wonderful essence.
The woman is not convinced and Itzxuria is aware "—But I appreciate your remark, reminding me that I don't look as presentable as I should, especially since I am now with the Only Man who can fertilize my eggs"…
—See you in a few minutes Sir"; Whispers seductively Itzxuria and gestures Oriana to stand up too "—Can you come with me to touch up our makeup, I would like to have some words with you too"; Oriana accepts, but before they depart, Itzxuria says with seriousness.
—"Questeriss", be mean to "Trektör" and I will never speak to you again…
Oriana and Itzxuria are guided by one of the waitresses in the staff while the Sirein Woman takes the seat at my left side, being between Risteth and Myself.
—I suppose you are "Trektör", "Zayrin" never has warned me about anything, and is really difficult to alter her emotions; "What did you do to her?".
—Without any intention of sounding arrogant or overbearing, You should introduce yourself first, and whatever is going on between Itzxuria and me, it concerns only the two of us, and whoever we decide to share it with.
This Sirein woman's eyes light up, just as a wave of violet orange Zöhår comes in my direction; The force would be enough for me to perceive it as a gentle breeze, but a green wave of Zöhår defends me from such "Danger".
"—Oh!, It's been a long time since anyone stopped this greeting"; The Sirein Woman forgets about me, focusing her attention on testing her prowess over Zöhår against Risteth, who has a similar expression, excitement from encountering a Worthy Rival.
The distortion created by the clash of these two irresistible forces creates ripples at the main point of conflict; And the eerie voice from before asks us to stop our "Game" to not disturb other guests.
This makes me laugh, as I stand up from my seat and use my right hand to compress and destroy the disturbance created by the collision of Zöhår.
Both Women are consternated at seeing this, following me with her eyes as I take my rightful seat.
"—Is Zayrin aware of this Capacity?"; Asks the Sirein Woman, and I can see Risteth is curious too.
—I don't know nor care "Blowing Breeze"; Are you going to Introduce yourself or should I remove you from our table?.
—My Full Name is "Phayzenia Questeriss Darón'Thûll"; What about you two?.
—Risteth Valrettia Helixxand…
—Drïekvïer Trektör Krïegdörn…
—Oh!, Good Families, You two are a "Couple" I suppose, after seeing how protective was Valrettia with you Trektör, is difficult to believe there is nothing else happening here…
We are silent, is not a secret, but we don't want a label on us; At least Risteth doesn't want to, probably due to the difference between our ages.
—Did I understood wrong?, Valrettia clearly is not your Mother, she is too young for that, and you are too young to have a "Bride", at least it was like that for the tradition of the Krïegdörn…
Questeriss got stunned and speechless, seeing why, the answer is obvious; Itzxuria is back with Oriana, and both have a much more striking makeup than before, accentuating their fine features.
Itzxuria sits to my right, and Oriana sits besides her; It doesn't seem like she mind that Questeriss has taken away her spot.
—Sir?, Questeriss has threaten you?.
—No, but she almost blew my hair out with her ethereal breath, fortunately, Risteth covered me with her Zöhår…
She blurts out a "—Snitch!"; And I retort back in kind "—Senile Bitch".
—You!…
—I call you "Senile Bitch"?, Yes I did, is not your mind playing games on you, "Senile Bitch".
Her pupils constrict into slits and I respond showing two narrow slits on each eye; Questeriss laughs and looks with care to Itzxuria "—At least Trektör is not a weakling hiding behind the Family Name, like Parrin".
—I wasn't trying to be with "Him" Questeriss, my purpose was to deviate his attention so the "Bratty Royal", would have some time alone with the next head of the Ma'ájesh.
—Oh!…
—Yes!, "Oh!", You complicate everything back then Questeriss, and I almost got engaged with that useless coward…
The curiosity wins over me and I tried to observe the Portrait of those in the table.
§ Stalking Huntress §
Rank: Tier 0 Contractor
Inclination: Prowling Harassment
Type: Fervent Skirmisher
Status: Grade 4 "Virgin" - Harvestable
{Andára has obtained her Pact, Maybe this is why she wants to form a Party}
§ Pinkrail §
Rank: Tier 0 Contractor
inclination: Ranged Offensive
Type: Chaos Bringer
Status: Grade 4 "Virgin" - Harvestable
{Oriana is in a similar situation, though she hasn't mentioned anything about forming a Party}
§ Fallen Duchess §
Rank: Tier 2 Contactor
Inclination: Perfect Management
Type: Royal Failure
Status: Grade 5+1 "Mare" - Harvestable
{Isn't that wrong?, I am sure that eight more days would be needed to "Harvest" whatever I gain from her, unless the 24 Days in the Combat Station are accounted too; What a tricky interaction!}
§ Nęïtûr'Åìón §
Rank: Tier 0 Contractor
Inclination: Overwhelming Annihilation
Type: Unforgiven Obliterator
Status: Grade 4+2 "Stallion"
Available Harvest Always
{I obtain a "+2" instead of the "+1", but what does this mean?}
§ Vexxxora §
Rank: Tier 0 Contractor
Inclination: Offensive Defense
Type: Cunning Pitfall
Status: Grade 5 "Virgin" - Harvestable
{What?!, Virgin, Not believable!, Isn't this like, with Kim, We had sex, She should not be a Virgin, but she is, weird but correct, Right?}
§ Smoldering Feathers §
Rank: Tier 0 Contractor
Inclination: Overwhelming Vehemence
Type: Fervent Worshiper
Status: Grade 6 "Virgin" - Harvestable
{How?!, Isn't the Grade of this Status based on how many Professions do the individual have, if 35 is the "Talent" limit, divided between 7 per Profession, that gives as a result Grade 5 as the most anyone can obtain, "How is achievable for her to be Grade 6?!"}
—Peeking on others is bad manners Trektör"; Say Questeriss with kind, curious and playful tone "—I would let it slip because it would be a chore to deal with That Thing in the ceiling or its descendants in the walls".
She points out to a few painted creatures, but they are moving and have an organic apparency, which makes me doubt what is exactly this Mansion.
"—Did you saw something interesting?"; She asks not forgetting to be insistent and I accept because it is the truth "—Several things Miss Grade Six"!.
She is silent and Itzxuria cheers for her with excitement and formality "—Congratulations for your advancement Neutralizer of the Flaremare and Darón'Thûll Families".
Questeriss melts down embarrassed, as is obvious to me that she cares for Itzxuria's words more than any person would do for their protege's compliments "—Stop that Zayrin!, is not that difficult to do, once you have your own Spear, you would surpass me in no time".
—I am not Interested on commanding others into battle, is not my style, You already are aware of that Questeriss; Although, Why don't you join Drïekvïer Party with me, you would have your fun, and can keep me company too…
—Tempting, I will consider the option…
—She said "Yes" Sir…
"—I did not!"; Protest Questeriss in a childish tone which drains any real weight in her words.
—Popular and Imponent as I foresee, isn't that correct Trektör?.
—Jajaja, Yes you did, though, Am I really that easy to spot, Carmorac?…