It started as a trip to the Pao Pao Cafe for two former 'Hero' teammates.
"A hundred bucks – just tell me if you want it or not."
"I don't think you get why I hesitate..."
Ash was under the lampshade of Shen Woo's prodding – wagers were a common ribbing tech between the two, and the French 'degen' was often on the wrong end of things. He could still feel the dull pain of a stomachache from that lobster eat-off he took a devastating loss in, a few years back.
As usual, something caught Shen's eye that gave him an idea to throw upon young Crimson – though this time, it threatened to become a bit too personal.
Regardless of the thoughts, Ash inevitably conceded. "...If I say 'yes', will you shut up?"
Shen smirked, lightly budging the former teammate along. "Go nuts, twink."
Sliding off the cushion of his seat, Ash had hesitation in his step as he got up and made a short path left, further down the bar table...
...before taking a seat right besides the blue-haired lady he knew for years as Elisabeth – the subject of Shen's newest 'risky gamble'.
"Erm..." He cleared his throat. "...Betty?"
Elisabeth didn't even return a glance. "Crimson." She felt in the ether that she didn't need to make eye contact with that young man.
On the other hand, Ash's eyes were very much on the noblewoman from the gate – with focus seeming lower than it appeared.
It made him sweat. The nerves around his childhood friend and just what she carried.
There was quite the convenience in the attire she wore, and it made Ash struggle just that tiny bit harder to get out what he needed to say.
"So, uh..." Especially when it came to the strict bluenette, knew his words were going to mean life or near-death. He wasn't exactly the bastard with purple flames and mirror powers anymore.
His black-nailed fingers awkwardly lingered on the middle of the smooth wooden surface, tapping audibly (if lightly so) as he tried to arrange his words
...but then impatience within one's self made way for the decision to jump, and ultimately his arms smashed onto the table in front!
Whatever injuries he could've accumulated were likely to be less painful than what would happen after his next sentence.
"Betty, tell me about the boob window!"
Suddenly, most of the commotion in the cafe went silent, bodies (mostly necks) turned in the direction of the scene being made, and were particularly puzzled.
The last set of eyes to find their way onto Crimson were Elisabeth's own.
"...Pardon?"
A drip of sweat fell down the left of Ash's face. "Jacket. Open. Boobs. Explain. Please."
Elisabeth was soon looking down on herself – at her well-endowed self beyond the purple ascot – alternating between that and the scrumpled blushing expression upon Ash's face.
"Hmph."
Elisabeth's lips curved, surprisingly, into a quaint little smile.
"You should've asked sooner..."
Thwup...
Creeaak...!
Before his fingertips could react in defense through the green embers, Ash suddenly found it harder to breathe through his nose and mouth. He felt the noblewoman's riding crop wrap around the back of his head – not to give him ten lashes on the skull in a 'proper' punishment...
...but to keep his head from pulling away from the constricting pressure that Betty's breasts, of an unholy size, were pressing down on almost all sides.
"Mmm?! Mmmmhnnhnnn...!?" All his potential dialogue was smothered at this point.
Elisabeth, on the other hand, was able to explain clearly, and she did so as her bosom wrapped itself against Ash's face.
"It's a little thing called strategy, my dear Ash – not everyone is equipped with eyes pure enough to refrain from certain glances. Unfortunately for you, it doesn't seem like you're one of the 'pure' ones..."
By the language of Ash's spazzing body, this was not the type of assault he was expecting to endure – at an inevitable point, his arms gave up on trying to escape and his flames were having trouble coming out, against a 'friend'.
As for the air that was trying to get into his lungs – well, it was more about what was getting squeezed out in this case.
The air was going.
Going.
Going.
Aaaaand gone.
Rendered breathless and unconscious within the confines of what would normally be a wet dream's subject, even before the moment of which the crop snapped in half over the back of his head – he was finally released from Betty's chest-clench after that, hitting the floor.
The cafe was even quieter, as stood over with an expression that became calmer. Because unlike everyone else (almost, at least), she knew exactly what she intended.
"Well, would you look at that, Mr. Woo?" she spoke up, as she heard Shen's nearly-quiet footsteps behind her. "It looks like I've proven my breasts can be a weapon."
Having no choice but to make good now that he heard Betty call on him, Shen begrudgingly slammed down a stack of hundreds – $500 on Betty's end, as opposed to the comparitively-slight $100 he offered to his now-KO'd partner – for the Blanctorche princess to collect.
"Motherfucker got me," muttered the 'Shanghai God of War'.
It was the risk he took for playing multiple wagers at once.
If Elisabeth was ever a real person, you'd bet your ass I'd pay top-dollar for her to smother me into unconsciousness like that.
Yes, I'm shameless to admit that – I'm the guy who has openly admitted to MIGNON BEART being one of my KoF waifus, of course I'm shameless.
