Alternate Rewards

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Alternate Rewards written by Jino Turtlegod

M Rating. For mature readers only. Some scenes, themes, language, and situations are not suitable for younger readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Sieve

"Hey, Hillshire, we're leaving," Priscilla said as she pulled on her coat. Triela stood at attention beside her.

"Oh, OK. Priscilla, thank you once more for this favour," Hillshire said as he pulled out an envelope full of cash. "If you get short just bill me."

"Whoa, isn't this too much?" Priscilla counted the money and was amazed at how many crisp bills there were.

"Well, it's not often that Triela asked for a new stuff. I would go with her myself but I have some paperwork to finish."

"Haha, don't worry about it, I like clothes shopping," Priscilla said as she tucked the money into an inside pocket of her coat.

"Well, just get her something cute and if you can, get her to model it for me, I'd like to see her in it," Hillshire said with a chuckle.

Priscilla looked at Hillshire with wide eyes and jaw agape. Triela refused to make eye contact with him.

"W-what?" the confused German asked.

"Didn't she tell you that what she wanted was a new set of underwear?" Priscilla asked suspiciously.

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Hillshire denied that he wanted Triela to model the newly purchased underwear for him, however he was very curious. Especially since the bill had too many zeroes for his liking.

"So, this is the infamous underwear," Hillshire said at the bit (stress on 'bit') of clothing on the table of the interrogation room. Priscilla and Triela stood nervously in front of him. He took out his pen and used it to lift up the piece of cloth.

"It's the lacework that made it expensive," Priscilla explained. "See the delicate needlework?"

"I see," Hillshire remarked grimly as he inspected the questionable piece of underwear. And he did see - the calendar on the wall right through the pair of panties, that is. It wasn't a pair of panties with lace, it was a pair of panties made of lace.

"Uh, every girl should have a pair of 'victory' panties," Prissy amended as she noted the frown on Hillshire's brow.

"Victory... panties?"

"Er, for special instances," Prissy said, clearly uncomfortable with explaining female psychology to a grown man. Triela stood beside her, still at attention and looking very much like a guilty child. "It helps a girl feel confident if she wears a pair of sexy underwear."

Hillshire blinked. "And you think Triela would benefit from the confidence boost?"

"Definitely."

"Well... yeah, I guess self confidence would help in a firefight..."

'Men.'Prissy coughed. "Er, battle panties aren't for actual fighting,"

Hillshire really got the feeling that he was out of his depth. "Care to explain?"

"Look, it's for when a girl wants to enjoy herself out on the town!" Prissy said with a hint of irritation, "It's for getting lucky!"

Hillshire could feel a headache coming on. "She," points to Triela, "Isn't about to enjoy herself out on the town! Do you think I'll allow her to go out on a date with some boy?! Much less get lucky!?"

Before Prissy could retort Triela grabbed her arm. "Mr. Hillshire, if you don't like it, I'll just return it."

Hillshire and Triela looked at each other. It wasn't a staring contest, but rather the junior partner looking for approval from the senior partner. Hillshire knew that look in her eyes and knew it said: I'll do whatever you want me to despite what I really want.

"Fine. Keep it." He grumbled as he put down the pair of panties on the table. "Oh, and don't forget that we have a reservation at Tony's for dinner."

Prissy and Triela waited until Hillshire left before they grinned at each other.

"Wow, I didn't think you could play him like that," Prissy whistled in amazement. "And a dinner at Tony's? That's one posh restaurant. Too bad your date is your handler."

"That's why I wanted my own pair of victory panties," Triela remarked as she picked up her precious panties and left the interrogation room.

"Haha, good one," Prissy remarked to the departing Triela. It was only a bit later that she got on that she had also been played by the sly girl.

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