When we reached the balcony, I heard a whistle as Nepgear stepped out. "Whoa! I didn't expect you to take it that seriously!" spoke a shocked Histoire. IF grinned. "You're killing it in that dress." Nepgear looked at me, as if expecting a compliment. I stuck to the safe side. "It matches your eyes." I complimented. She blushed again. I felt something hit my arm. I winced as pain shot through what was left of my right arm. Neptune giggled. "You are quite the lady's man." She commented. I sat down next to Vert. "So… Down To business. I do not plan to stay in this building forever. I plan to go out and do some good for the nations." I explained carefully. "And I was wondering if there were any missions available?" Histoire looked at me with a dumbfounded expression. "Excuse me?" she said blankly. "You just got out of the infirmary, and now you want to do a mission? That's the weirdest- "She was cut off by IF, who grinned. "That's what I'm talking about!" she yelled. "Now then. I have been monitoring a small bar on the opposite side of the street from that Neko cafe I visited the other day. This bar is not like any ordinary nightclub. No-ho-ho. This bar offers succubus services to its visitors. Basically, as an, ahem, escort service." She slowly strode around the balcony. "I have the suspicion that the succubi were smuggled illegally into Planeptune, but the only way to know for sure is to bring one of the succubi in from that bar and somehow make her talk. The thing is, they only offer the service to men." Histoire butted in. "Oh, hell no. I am not allowing a succubi to escort Kenji into Headquarters. It would cause a scandal! It would run his reputation into the ground." IF shrugged. "Its simple. We rent a hotel room near the bar, he dresses up as some gaming loser named Ninja, and he remains anonymous." Vert nodded. "Good thinking, IF." IF grabbed me by the arm. I yelped. She grinned. "Come on! I have been working on this sweet gauntlet for a while now!" She pulled me to the elevator and pressed the Floor Level button. As the elevator music droned, I noticed that IF was getting a little close. She looked at me. "Close your eyes." I frowned. "Huh?" She pressed me against the wall. "Just close them." I obeyed. I felt something against my lips. Is she…kissing me? I slowly open my mouth and then something fell into it. It felt cold and tasted of chocolate. What the hell?! I softly bit into it and realized IF had put a chocolate coated cherry in my mouth. She burst out laughing at my shocked expression. "Oh my god! You thought I was going to kiss you! Oh man, I am so taking a pic of that." I heard a click as she took a picture of me.
The elevator hit ground floor. She led me to a small shed on the side of the building. IF led me in. She showed me the gauntlet. It looked like a robotic forearm. It had a console in the middle of it. She looked at me. "This will hurt a little." She attached the gauntlet to my arm, in place of where the prosthetic forearm should have been, squeezing my remaining hand as she pressed a button. I winced as the gauntlet began to automatically string together artificial with genuine. The process was not painless, as the machinery had to cut through two months worth of healing to hook up to my muscles and bones. Nevertheless, I kept quiet. When it finished up, I could move the fingers in the gauntlet. No blood came out, since the gauntlet cut and cauterized at the same time. The pain vanished as the gauntlet relaxed the pain receptors in my arms. I looked back at IF. She looked overjoyed. "Omigod. It worked! Yes!" she cheered. I smiled softly. I felt stronger with the artificial arm on. I punched a nearby log in curiosity. Something that would normally break my fist showed damage upon impact. I looked at the gauntlet. "I like it!" She grinned. "I knew you would. Now I need you to go get changed. The clothing is in the infirmary. Come back when you are done."
Obeying, I came back to ground level after I had changed into the disguise. IF grinned. "I know my taste is good. Let's head out." I followed her to her bike. She looked back at me as she got on. She patted the spot behind her. "This seat is yours." She stated. I sat behind her. She looked back, and before she took off, she yelled, "Vaminos!" As she turned on the engine and slammed on the gas, I felt complete. The bike rounded corner after corner of the busy streets, as we whipped past Game Stops and some Chipotles. Soon she abruptly stopped, and I barely held on from flying off. Iffy smiled. "Here we are. 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Check in and get your room. Then you will have to wait until at least ten o'clock to make your move." IF handed me fifty credits as she explained. "You are free to explore this area of the city, but do not stray too far from your objective location. You are bound to get lost. Good luck." She vanished around a corner as she drove off with her bike. I began to walk to the hotel. I checked in and got my room. I soon found myself walking the streets. I passed by the cafe that the CPUs had told me about.
"What's cracking?" I jumped and turned towards the origin of the voice. A blonde man stood with another guy. The blonde man had a goatee and a beautiful complexion. The other man also had a goatee, and he seemed to have a katana on his back. I noticed the blonde guy and his friend immediately. Noble and CoryXKenshin. Noble stood with a frappe from the La Soleil. He leaned closer. "I got to tell you something about that bar over there. They offer succubi services." I leaned in closer, playing along. "Keep talking."
Ten o'clock nighttime hit, and the time had come. I approached the nightclub. Walking in, I sat down at one of the many benches. I was soon approached by one of the many succubi. She had long, red hair and freckles, looking young, probably nineteen. She smiled. "Hey stranger. How may I assist you this fine Friday?" she offered. I could sense shyness from her- this was obviously her first customer. I asked for an escort. She blushed. "O-of course." She escorted me out to the street. She laid on my shoulder. Noble looked at me. "That was quick. See ya, dude." I walked to the apartment. As I did, she looked at me. I picked her up and carried her up the stairs and to my room. I sat her down onto the bed. She looked at me. Sighing, she spread her legs as she stretched out onto the bed. "So… where do we start? Do you want an appetizer? A dessert? Or perhaps the main course?" I frowned. "I require information." She frowned. "Info?" I nodded, sitting down next to her. "One. What is your name?" She looked at me like I had a screw loose. "The name tag said Stacey." I shook my head. "Looks like I will have to be a little more drastic." I moved, so that I was on top of her, hands braced on each side of her. Her tail rubbed against my thigh as I did this. She breathed heavily as I put my hand against her cheek, moving up. She looked surprised. "Wow, look at you taking charge. I never thought that you'd-" she began. I plucked one of her hairs. She growled. "Ow!" I got off of her, feeding the hair into the DNA scanner in my glove, and it matched the DNA samples of a missing succubi princess that was believed to be shot and killed at this point.
"Michelle la Belle, Daughter of Baston la Belle and Brendan la Belle. Princess of the tribe. Believed to be dead. I would say that you were smuggled into the country. Is this true?" She seemed to give in. "I was kidnapped as a little girl, they would not violate me, they just forced me to give them frequent hand jobs at the age of six. From then on, I was forced into prostitution." Her voice shook as she continued. "My virginity is still intact, but my soul is not. This is the same for some of the other succubi here. For others-" She broke down, sobbing into my shoulder. I kept silent, allowing her tears to drip freely. When she calmed and separated, I nodded. "Let's see. Multiple accounts of kidnapping, enslavement and child molestation." I nodded. "What I feared. You head on home, and I will come in to arrest the pricks." She looked at me, holding out her hand. I handed over the fifty credits. "Keep the change, if you will please." I laid onto the bed, rolling on my side as I closed my eyes. They opened again as I felt Michelle wrap her arm around me. "Don't you have a curfew?" I asked. Michelle nodded. "I do, but I would just have to give my boss another hand job before I would be allowed to go to bed. I feel safer with you." Her tail wrapped around my gauntlet, and I blushed. I turned over, embracing her. She blushed as I said, "Fine. I'll stay with you tonight." I cuddled with her as we both fell into a deep sleep.