As I hung out with Plutia, we suddenly heard a banging on the door. "PBI, OPEN UP!" came the shout. I slowly moved towards the door. Opening it, I got four guns pointed at my head. "Holey shit!" I breathed. The CEO shoved two of them out of the way, shouting. "You morons! I told you that he got it from IF! He didn't steal it." The lieutenant escorted the SWAT team back to the hallway. The CEO frowned. "I ask for you to be my bodyguard for here until the end of a meeting tomorrow." I frowned. "Why's that?" He looked at me. "There was a bombing at the docks. Ten killed, and thirty injured. I have a feeling that there is a national threat. We will have the meeting in Basilicom HQ." I nodded. "Of course." He shrugged. "My aides will be accompanying me." A guy stepped out from behind him. He was recognizable. It was JonTron. Another man stood next to him. Noble. I shrugged. "Alrighty then." Noble nodded. "Let's head out, then. I wanted to take you to that café before the meeting. I preordered a Chocolia cheesecake." This was met by a groan from Histoire. "Just. Stop." Noble chuckled as we made our way to the elevator. Noble decided to crank out another pun. "How about some Vanille- "He flew forward as a dictionary hit him in the back of the head. Histoire snarled, "STOP." Noble shrugged. "Alright then!" We went into the elevator. That's when I noticed B-Sha. She had shown up from Lowee, since Planeptune is good allies with the white nation. When we hit ground level, I saw the ATV first. The CEO guided us all into the vehicle. As I climbed in, I felt the good air conditioning. Noble spoke up first. "I ordered the cheesecake as promised. We will make the pickup before we get to HQ." As we turned a corner, I saw the café that they were talking about. It was a nice little shop, with a good storefront. The sign read Patisserie La Soleil. Noble went into the shop, and then I thought- What the hell? I used the café app on my gauntlet to order a cheesecake for Plutia, using my own cash. A few minutes later, Noble came out with two boxes. As he got back into the vehicle, he looked at me. "Any reason you ordered a cheesecake on the dot?" he asked. I shrugged. "I ordered it for Iris Heart." He looked at me. "Huh. I heard that she likes dark chocolate. Good choice." He handed me one of the boxes. I looked at the cheesecake. Perfectly baked. Keeping it safe, I watch as the driver presses on the gas and we continue our journey to Basilicom. When we reach the building, the CEO looked at me. "For now, you have a hotel room with IF. No funny business, okay?" I nodded. When I reached the hotel, I showed the receptionist the pass. She told me, "Fifth floor, room two." I nodded, making my way to the elevator, using the gauntlet to contact Plutia. She appeared in a hologram, looking groggy. She immediately perked up after she realized that she was being called. Her hologram looked at me happily. "Yes, Master?" I looked at her. "Please meet me at the hotel I'm in. Fifth floor, room two." Plutia nodded. "But of course." She answered, beginning to shuffle out of her nightgown. I cleared my throat. "Um, I don't want to go to jail, Plutie." Plutia immediately hung up, and the transmission went dead. I decided to mark the cheesecake as Plutia's. I looked towards the doorway as it opened, and IF must have not heard about the arrangement, because as soon as she came in and saw me, she looked shocked. The shock slowly turned into anger as she shouted, "What the hell?! Who gave you permission to bust into my fucking room?!" I stammered. "I can explain!" Too late. IF began throwing everything in her reach at me. I dodged like crazy, explaining to IF about the arrangement. Finally, she seemed to relax. "Alrighty then." She pointed towards a door. "Shower's right there. The hotel always leaves soap for customers. And don't worry- the gauntlet's water resistant." I nodded as I walked into the washroom. Discarding my clothing, I stepped into the shower and turned it on. It turned on full blast. I didn't mind, and I washed normally. Until I heard a familiar voice. "Is that you, Plutie? I'll be out in a- Wah!" I stared in shock as Iris Heart stood at the opening of the shower. She had managed to wiggle herself out of the leotard, leaving her HDD body completely bare. She looked at me. "I want to clean my master." I shrugged. "Can't I wash myself?" She grimaced. "Or do you want a brush roll to the back of your head?" she hissed. I shook my head. "Okay, fine. You can wash me." I heard her move behind me, and then she pressed herself against my back. She used her body to wash me. Plutia sighed. "So, what is your first order? Anything you want." My mind didn't even need to reel. I answered with, "Be my friend." The unexpected response must have caught her off-guard, because she looked surprised. "I honestly thought you were going to ask for a hand job." I shrugged. "Nah." She nodded as she continued to wash me. Suddenly, the softness against my back vanished as she left, allowing the suds to wash away. Turning off the shower, I dried myself and shuffled into my second set of clothes. Walking out, I realized that Falcom was here. She grinned as I came into the bedroom. IF had cleaned up after her little "incident." I suddenly realized that the girls were giving me evil stares. "Umm, guys?" Plutia spoke up first. "Since we're friends, we can have pillow fights whenever we want to." Once again, all I could get out was a "Huh?" before I got caught in a massive pillow fight. As pillows flew across the room, I realized that the girls would be sitting ducks if I activated the Gear Drive. But, not feeling the need to, I didn't. It felt like I was in the middle of a Carrie. Falcom was in the middle, the poor guidance counselor that is caught in the crossfire and is hit by pillows that miss their target. Soon, I realized it was time to serve the tea. Picking up the jug, I started walking towards the door. The door opened behind me. I was hit by a pillow and I heard a splash. The room went silent. I looked back. Blanc must have been checking on us, and I had accidentally splashed the tea on her. "Hey..." I say sheepishly. "I heard that tea's good for… the complexion?" Blanc's eyes seemed to vanish, with one eye replaced by a red glowing light. She seemed to shake, growling. Then she went off. "LIGHTS OUT!" she roared, as she flicked off the lights. We slowly crawled into our respective beds, not saying a word. Then we let unconsciousness reign.