It's a bright and sunny day in the city. Bayonetta and Jeanne stroll about the bustling streets of downtown. All eyes are on them, not only because of their towering statures over everyone, but also their elaborate couture outfits. Jeanne's sporting a striking pearl white sequin tweed, fitted blazer-inspired dress, with pearl-embroidered lapel features and it's fastened with a single embellished button. Her outfit is paired with white, low-heel, open-toe, slingback sandals with a gold clutch in hand. Bayonetta's in a black, fitted bodice with a deep plunging, jeweled neckline and slender sleeves. Shimmering gold vines adorn the lovely curves of her bust, midriff and hips while the contrasting skirt sluices to a narrow finish at her feet, showing off her black suede pumps which peeks out with every step. The open overskirt sports a ruffle at the waist and wing-like pleats that ripple to full-length. The wind catches her skirt and she appears as if she's gliding down the sidewalk. Pedestrians part like the sea as the two of them approach an upscale restaurant for brunch. They meet with the cheery maître d' who greets them both with a huge smile and faint fake French accent.

"Hi and welcome to Ange Amour," she grins. "Will it be just the two of you today?"

"Yes," smiles Jeanne.

"Right this way, ladies."

They follow close behind the maître d' as she shows them to their table on the outside patio. Bayonetta and Jeanne both sit down in unison.

"You're waiter will be with you both shortly."

"Thank you," nods Jeanne.

Bayonetta seems distracted as she stares out at the traffic. Jeanne cocks an eyebrow. The waiter comes over and hands them their menus. He's nothing more than a buzzing in Bayonetta's ear as he rattles off the specials for the day and makes small talk with Jeanne. Bayonetta plays her encounter with Vergil over and over in her head. She can hear his voice echoing in the wind.

"Cereza!"

Bayonetta snaps out of it.

"Hmm?"

"What type of mimosa did you want?" Jeanne asks, slightly annoyed.

Bayonetta eyes glaze over the menu quickly.

"I'll have the grapefruit rosé and your Flaugnarde with Pears, please."

"Excellent choices, miss," says the waiter as he takes their menus. "I'll be back with two waters and your drinks."

"Splendid."

Once he's out of sight, Jeanne's eyes narrow in on Bayonetta.

"Cereza, what's going on with you? You've been in a haze all morning."

"Oh, it's nothing."

"It's not ever 'nothing' when it comes to you, Cereza."

Jeanne gingerly places her hand on top of Bayonetta's.

"What's going on?"

Bayonetta retracts her hand and sighs heavily.

"I encountered a man…"

Jeanne sits back slightly concerned, "Alright."

"...But he was also a demon."

Jeanne listens intently. The waiter gives them both their drinks and then leaves.

"And he was something that I've never experienced before."

"Well, who is he,'' Jeanne asks inquisitively. "Is he someone we've heard of before?"

"Only in whispers. The Sons of Sparda."

Jeanne takes a moment to think, then her eyes jut open recognizing the title!

"Are you serious?!"

"It's not as if I was looking for them. It all happened by chance."

"Wait a bloody minute! You met both?!"

"And possibly another extension of the family. I don't know his relation to either of them."

Jeanne folds her arms while she sips her mimosa staring off into the city. Bayonetta's notices Jeanne's upset.

"Are you mad?"

"...I'm only upset that I wasn't invited."

Bayonetta grins as she picks up her drink for a toast, "Well, here's to us having a hopefully eventful day."

Jeanne takes her glass to toast with Bayonetta.

Clink!

They both take a sip. Unbeknownst to them two tables away sits V, a tall, slender young man with pale skin and dark green eyes. He has chin-length, black hair with long bangs swept to the left, which sometimes obscures his eye. He takes a sip of his tea while he reads from a book. His eyes cut behind him as he eavesdrops on Bayonetta and Jeanne's conversation. A small grin appears on his face.

In the middle of Jeanne talking Bayonetta hears a familiar voice passing by.

"Oh, c'mon Kyrie! Don't you have enough of those back home?"

"But what's wrong with having a little more?"

Bayonetta looks up and sees Nero with his arm locked around a young woman.

"Hold that thought, Jeanne."

Jeanne's confused.

Bayonetta stands up and calls out, "Why hello there, Nero."

Nero stops dead in his tracks. The sound of her voice alone sends chills up and down his spine. Kyrie notices this and is confused. Nero slowly turns around and sees the alluring Bayonetta looking at him. She winks.

"Oh," he says nervously. "Heh heh, it's you!"

"And it's you, too."

"Nero," Kyrie questions.

"Kyrie, she's a friend," he starts. "Well, a friend of a friend. Dante knows her and uh… I met her through him. Bayonetta! Right, Bayonetta?"

She smiles.

"And here's my girlfriend, Bayonetta! Kyrie!"

Kyrie's uncomfortable and slightly suspicious, however, she remains friendly.

"Hi," Kyrie waves as her grip tightens on Nero's arm.

"Wonderful," says Bayonetta. "I'm here with my girl friend, too. Say 'hi' Jeanne."

Jeanne waves her hand in the air not properly acknowledging them.

Bayonetta leans over the banister pushing her boobs together while she speaks to them. Nero's doing his best to play it cool and not gawk at her supple breasts. He scratches his head due to nerves.

"So, what brings you kids around here?"

"Oh, you know, just spending the day together. And stuff."

"Really? I'm dying to hear all about it," Bayonetta says while licking her lips. "You care to join us?"

Jeanne rolls her eyes when Bayonetta makes the offer. Uninterested in listening to Bayonetta and Nero going back and forth she stands up from the table.

"I'm going to powder my nose," Jeanne says to Bayonetta. "I'll be back."

"Okay," Bayonetta says curiously. "Do hurry back before the food arrives."

Jeanna leaves and heads towards the women's restroom. V lowers his book as his eyes follow Jeanne walking away. V turns around slightly and sees Nero distracted with Bayonetta.

"I knew I could count on you, Nero," says V grinning.

V stands up and follows Jeanne.

In the women's restroom, Jeanne checks her makeup. Flawless. There's a knock on the door.

"I'll be out in a second," she says to whoever is on the other side.

"Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence."

Curious, Jeanne opens the door to see the person talking outside the ladies' room. She sees V leaning against the opposite wall outside reading from his book of poetry. He looks up and his eyes meet with hers. Jeanne twists her lips upright while she stares daggers at him. He takes a step forward and she instantly draws her gun on him.

"If you value your life you won't take another step."

V takes another step and gently places his hand over the barrel, gripping it. Jeanne's finger stiffens on the trigger. V cautiously moves both the gun and her aim away from his head. He stands directly in front of her and whispers in her ear.

"You're friends with that woman sitting with you, right?"

"More or less."

"Would you like a taste of what she experienced," he groans in her ear.

"So, you're the one who did it," she asks in low snarl.

V's arm slithers around her waist, "More or less."

Jeanne tenderly moves the hair from out of his face and gazes into his bedroom eyes.

"Despite what you may think, you don't have the proper equipment to keep my attention," she grins. "Now, move aside!"

V walks forward pushing Jeanne back into the restroom.

Jeanne throws one punch. V catches it! She throws another, and he catches that hand, too.

"I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end..."

V spins her around and throws her against the door, pinning her arms behind her back; face pressed against the door.

"Fuck off!"

"...I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow..."

He presses his body hard against hers, grinding his crotch against her ass. She feels his dick begin to swell.

"You sniveling child!" she growls. "Release me, you motherfucker!"

V grabs her by the throat and pulls her head back. He runs his tongue along the side of her face. He bites down and kisses her on the side of her neck.

Urhga!

"Why don't you… make your 'friend' jealous…"

Using his free hand, it slips up Jeanne's dress, slithers past her underwear, and reaches the gooey center. A soft whimper escapes past her lips. V takes a deep inhale into her hair and exhales. His warm breath excites her a little. He begins to finger her vigorously. Jeanne opens her legs wider and arches her back, accepting more of him to please her.

Splurt... splurt... splurt...

V starts to bump and grind against her, and she moves in rhythm with his body. He quickly shoves his other hand down into her crotch. Jeanne extends her arms up and behind V's head. She opens her mouth with her tongue hanging out as he proceeds to kiss her passionately. The two of them begin to moan louder and louder. V sucks on her tongue as it hangs outside of her mouth.

Slurp! Slurp!

V, still with both hands in her crotch, turns Jeanne to face the mirror.

He watches her through the mirror as she's enjoying every moment of his fingers working their magic. He revels in listening to her gasp at each gentle flick of her clit. His palm rubs her juices all over the outside of her pussy and up her stomach. His hand quickly pats against her pussy, amplifying the wet and sticky sound each time.

"Hmmm?" he moans in a low voice. "I wonder why you're this way."

"It may have something to do with you being the first man I've ever let lay a finger or two on me."

She cuts her eye at him through the mirror.

"And sometimes a girl just needs a good fucking," she growls. "Now, show me your REAL strength."

V yanks both hands out of her panties and rips them off. He takes both hands and breaks her out of her blazer dress, exposing her small and supple titties. He caresses them.

"Hmm," he begins. "I think I actually prefer smaller breasts. Look at how they sit perfectly in my hands."

He cups a tit in each palm. She rubs her hands over his. He lifts them both up as high as he can, and Jeanne licks the top of each of them biting her lower lip.

"Your body is amazing," he groans. "Soft. Petite. Not a single imperfection. I could consume you whole."

"I want to make Cereza jealous…"

V undoes his pants and reveals a normal sized cock. Jeanne's neither impressed nor relieved as she leans forward onto the sink gripping the sides. V slides himself into her with ease.

Fhuua!

Mhmm!

V grabs hold of Jeanne's hips and begins fucking her at slow and steady pace. Each thrust he goes deeper. He squeezes her small ass cheeks together and watches it jiggle with each stroke. She arches her back and lifts her chin up high. V pulls her body close to his. His arms wrap tightly around her dainty waist. Their tongues wrestle against each other as her hands run through shuffling his hair. His fingers pinch her erect nipples. He gingerly pulls them, and rolls them in between his thumb and middle fingers.

"Keep going, you bastard," she mumbles.

"Gladly…"

He continues fucking her bent over the sink. He watches her facial expressions in the mirror. She opens her eyes and watches him watching her. Jeanne grins as she lifts her right leg up and stretches it across to the other sink to her. V leans deeper in her, giving her quick, short pumps.

Fwop! Fwop! Fwop! Fwop! Fwop!

Nph! Aaah! Haah!

Mph! Mphaaa…

Outside the ladies restroom, an old woman approaches the door. She listens in as she hears the intense commotion going on between V and Jeanne. Turning red, she quickly leaves the door. She bumps into Bayonetta.

"Oh! Uh, pardon me, young Miss!"

Bayonetta cocks an eyebrow as she watches the little lady scuttle off.

"Wonder what was that all about," Bayonetta asks with rising concern.

Bayonetta approaches the same ladies restroom. She hears the moans and groans of Jeanne and another individual along the sounds of two bodies colliding into each other repeatedly. She presses her ear against the door. It's a man?! Bayonetta thinks about walking away, allowing Jeanne to have her fun but inquisitiveness has her feet. She lightly opens the door, enough to peek through to look inside. Bayonetta's eyes almost jump out of her head from what she sees.

V has Jeanne suspended off the floor! Using only his arms to hold her up, her legs vigorously bounce in air, spreaded completely apart. Jeanne watches V's cock pounding away at her heaving cunt. The mirror has tiny beads of their bodily fluid splattered all over it.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"It's so tight and pink! Just look at it!"

Shlp! Shlp! Shlp!

"Don't stop! I want more!"

Ftap! Ftap! Ftap!

Jeanne's eyes finally notice the crack in the door. They're being watched! Her eyes narrow a bit, but she soon realizes who's on the other side of the door. A devilish smirk appears on her face and she really starts to put on a show. She throws her head back over V's shoulder with her agape moaning louder. V runs his tongue up and down along the side of her face down to her neck.

"Fuckin' give me that, shit!"

V grunts and heaves harder as he feels himself about to cum. Unnoticed by Jeanne, his skin starts to slightly flake away and he's starting to lose strength.

"...I am in you… and you in me…"

V lifts her up higher and her body bounces hard against his. Jeanne's arms lock onto him, trying to hold on tight. She sees his skin cracking and her eyes widen in bewilderment.

"...Mutual in divine love!"

V throws Jeanne forward and locks his hands behind her neck. Jeanne has a close up view of V's cock pumping at her just inches away from her face. V looks in the mirror and see Bayonetta watching him fuck Jeanne. With face peeling away he gives her a brutish sneer.

"So… you've returned," he says in a low menacing voice to Bayonetta.

The door closes and V hears Bayonetta trotting away.

Haah!

"I'm going to cum," cries Jeanne.

"So am I!"

Clop! Clop! Clop!

"Not inside, you brute! ...Oh…! Fuck!"

Jeanne cums all over his dick, grunting and panting as she cries out. She gushes all over the floor. Her body goes limp while V pounds away at her.

Mhaaah!

V yanks his dick out of her and into her mouth. Jeanne coughs and gags while practically upside down. Refusing to swallow, Jeanne spits it out, forcing the cum to run across the front of her face and through her hair. V weakly releases her and he falls to the floor. Jeanne catches herself and turns to him, disgusted by what's happening to him. Jeanne quickly washes her mouth out several times in the sink and cleans herself up. V struggles to his feet while trying to fix himself.

"I would ask are you alright," she starts. "But I assume you're no ordinary man."

V scoffs, "And you would be right in your assumption."

Jeanne approaches V to get to the door. He stops her.

"Don't expect a goodbye kiss."

V thinks for a moment. She gently shoves V aside leaving him alone in the restroom. V smiles, then his eyes roll up to the back of his head. He collapses to the floor.

Jeanne moseys back to the table. Bayonetta's in the middle of eating. She sits down to eat. Bayonetta eyes her up and down, and nabs her mouth clean with a napkin.

"Your food might be cold," she starts. "You were in the restroom for quite some time."

"It'll be fine."

Jeanne eats. Bayonetta eat. The meal is awkward.

"How was the chat with your little friend," asks Jeanne.

"Nice."

"Good."

"...How was the chat with your little friend in the restroom?"

Jeanne pauses before she takes her next bite.

"...It was also nice."

"Good..."

Jeanne looks at her meal and she has a sudden loss of appetite.

"This isn't nearly as satisfying when it's cold," says Jeanne as she delicately cleans her mouth.

"So, you want to go home?"

"I suppose so," says Jeanne. "There's nothing else we need to do here."

"Good, because you've been a very naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished. Wouldn't you agree, Jeanne?"

Jeanne smiles with her eyes as she leans forward on the table.

"I do, Cereza."

Bayonetta smiles back. The two of them both stand and leave the table. As the two of them leave the restaurant Jeanne hails for a taxi. The taxi stops in front of them. Before Jeanne's able to enter first, Bayonetta sees a bit of cum in Jeanne's hair. She cleans it out. Jeanne's a little embarrassed then gets inside. Bayonetta enters soon after her. The taxi speeds off.

Emerging from the restaurant is Vergil. His eyes follow the taxi with Bayonetta and Jeanne.

"Now, I'm a little motivated," he smirks.