"Now can you see why I love this place?" Weiss says with a smile, holding up a cup of coffee.
Taking a sip of his own overpriced drink, a man found the flavor to be… pretty much the same as any other coffee. To an inexperienced connoisseur, there wasn't much going on that one would classify as being worth so much more money. Despite this, Weiss' love for the place warms the heart more than the cup. "I think it's pretty good!" The coffee cake was pretty meh, all hype considered; aesthetically, everything was top notch, but it was a lot of fluff with little substance.
At the very least, the cafe Weiss had chosen was a comfortable place to wait for Yang. Weiss had injured her ankle during the fight with the mugger, so walking about twenty to thirty minutes back to campus was out of the question. Taking a bullet, the man decided to walk back alone while Weiss would ride back on Yang's motorcycle and spend the rest of the day off her feet.
Weiss put down her coffee and clapped. "Excellent! I've been coming here since I started at Beacon. It's the best I could find, plus I just love their shortcake!" She took a tiny fork and cut a piece off a tinier piece of cake. Taking a bite, her smile widened even more. "Ahh, it's been too long. Which is to say it's been more than a week." She adjusted her legs so they'd be more comfortable on the cafe couch.
The man would be paying attention to Weiss' words, but really, he was more focused on her twisted ankle. Okay, really, he was more interested in her legs; the shared experience with the mugger had left her with a minor injury, and it allowed him to take a long, unobstructed look of her bare legs. In addition to her jacket, she'd removed her shoes to help her ankle heal better, and she'd laid herself out on her side on a small couch, so she was the definition of comfortable in addition to that of stunning. Barring the slight bruise on her heel, Weiss' legs were flawless, her perfect porcelain skin emphasizing how her legs were surprisingly long for someone so diminutive. It helped that they were raised on the couch's arm, but they way she mixed delicate and lean with her body was astounding. Not surprising, her feet were also in perfect condition, her expertly manicured toes colored a light blue. Though the man wouldn't normally notice a girl's feet, Weiss legs just gave the perfect path to stare at her wiggling her toes.
This was also the first time seeing Weiss without her jacket. Like her legs, her shoulders were snow white and toed the line between shapely and powerful; her body was grace with strength, not too frail, not too muscly. Her giddy expression definitely helped her appeal, as she was currently indulging in snacks as sweet as she was. Replace her couch with a cloud and one would be forgiven for mistaking her as an angel; her soft white skin and shining silvery hair made her look otherworldly, especially in comparison to the muted colors of the cafe.
"Hmm?" Weiss said, noticing the man's lack of attention. Though he tried to play it off, she caught him looking at her legs. Adjusting her skirt a bit, she asked, "May I ask where you're looking?"
"I was worried about your ankle. Is it feeling better?"
Weiss blushed, believing that present company was more concerned with her health than her figure. Looking to her cake, she said, "Oh, it's doing fine, I think. Still aches a little. Let me try to walk." Swinging her legs, the heiress returned to a normal seating position. Tenderly placing her bad foot on the ground, she applied a bit of pressure on it and immediately drew back. "Ow! Owowow…".
"Are you okay? Should we go to a hospital instead?"
Weiss sheepishly shook her head. "No, I can live on my own. I just need to get home so I can focus my Aura." Lifting her leg back onto the arm of the couch, Weiss turned and said, "My father wouldn't appreciate paying a medical bill only a few weeks after class started. He was adamant I wasn't strong enough, and I can't prove him right, especially this soon."
"I got you. But is there anything I can do?"
Weiss looked at her bare foot. A bit sheepishly, she kicked her feet around in a playful manner and asked, "You could try a massage?" Though she seemed to be a bit embarrassed about asking, she was giving the same face as when she was bridal carried. "I've seen athletes who get injured go to massage parlors for treatment."
Though massaging Weiss' foot was a bit of a strange request, she was right. Massages were great for injuries like a twisted ankle, and would definitely ease the pain a bit. Plus, it could feed the slowly increasing desire to gaze at Weiss' legs without punishment; in fact, it would mean getting to touch. "I can try. Hold on." Deciding to do some quick research, the man pulled up some massage info on his scroll and figured out the best type for Weiss' ankle.
Still drawing in towards herself, like when she was carried like a princess, Weiss smiled. She waited, then outstretched her leg until it was in your lap. She did so with the grace of a ballerina, her leg appearing completely weightless.
A bit gingerly at first, the man circled his thumb and pointer finger around Weiss' heel and applied pressure; Weiss sucked in a bit of breath, but didn't ask to stop. Still very careful, he pushed his fingers into her skin and slowly climbed up her heel to her shin. Gradually applying more pressure, he felt her Aura fade in and out, letting a bypass to her defenses to really imprint her skin. Weiss continually held her breath during each lap over her bruise, but let out a long sigh after a few deep tissue presses.
"Oh, my god, that already feels better!" Weiss sung, rewarding her bravery with another bite of cake. Sipping her coffee, she said, "Thank you so much for this! Bit of a weird first real meeting, but at least one to remember."
As if massaging a beautiful girl's foot would ever be a bad thing. "Definitely. Now, let me try this other thing; let me know if it hurts." Following a video, the man took Weiss' foot and pressed both thumbs deep into the part before her toes. His other fingers cradle her heel as he started making tiny circles, pressing into her skin to assist her tendons in healing. As he unintentionally explored her foot, he noticed that it was free of any marks; her skin was pure and silken all around, and there was no calluses, blisters, even rough skin. Weiss took care of herself and her body to a remarkable degree, not helping the possibly developing foot fetish.
As the man pressed into Weiss' foot, he thought he heard what was unmistakably a moan pass through her lips. Though she said nothing of it, he saw her face turn redder than before, alerting him to that she might be enjoying her massage more than she anticipated. As if to distract, she said, "This feels far better than before! Are you sure you've never had any training?" She had begun looking off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact rather than visually confirm her pleasure.
"Never. Though, I'm really glad it's working." The last advice the man received from the video lesson was to basically roll the foot, so he started taking advantage of Weiss' joint and made her whole foot go in circles to help loosen it up. Sadly, this brought Weiss less pleasure than the deep tissue act a moment ago, but Weiss dreamily hummed into her coffee before taking another bite of her cake. Realizing he could go for a drink, the man took a nice sip of coffee, which still tasted pretty average, if good.
"I am as well." Weiss held up her hand to pause the massage. "Let me see if you have magic hands really quickly." Adjusting her seat once more, she gracefully lifted her leg off, unintentionally giving a good scent of whatever lotion she used, and returned to a normal seat. Placing both feet on the ground, she gently began applying pressure before standing. "Ow… Well, you aren't a miracle healer, but I think I can walk now, at least." Weiss shifted her weight onto her good foot, relieving the other. "Definitely leagues better than before. Thank you so much!" She sat back down and finished off her cake, along with the accompanying strawberry.
"You're very welcome! Glad I could help."
Looking down into her drink, Weiss got that cutesy look in her eye again, the one filled with sugar. Forcibly making it sound like an offhand comment, she said, "…Maybe you could massage my other foot? That might help."
The man raised an eyebrow, though Weiss missed it. Putting his cup down, he opened his lap for Weiss to put up her other leg. When she complied, he repeated the process of massaging her foot the same way as the other; this time, Weiss was a bit more careful about her vocalizations, and simply enjoyed her massage while finishing off her coffee.
The man began the deep thumb part of Weiss' massage when he heard, "Oh, what do we have here?" Turning, he saw Yang standing over, gleefully watching him spoil Weiss. "Already got him as a servant? You work fast." The blonde paused to ruffle his hair.
"He's massaging my foot, Yang. I got injured; that's why you're here," Weiss said, crossing her arms as she put on her jacket and boots. "I couldn't walk a moment ago."
Blake speaks up from behind, saying, "I notice that your other foot is the one bruised."
Weiss jumped up, her lie called out. "I injured both of my feet. Besides, he's very good at it."
"Ah," Yang said, dryly. "I'm sure he's good at other menial tasks, too."
"Like fighting off muggers and helping women walk?"
Both Yang and Blake chuckled. "You'll have to explain that one day, Smart Alec," Yang said, helping Weiss up. "I'll be taking this one."
"And I wanted to make a quick stop at the library," Blake said, explaining her presence. She sat down across from the man, crossing her legs. "Weiss will ride back with Yang," she started before pointing to him, "so you're stuck with me, instead; at least I'll be safe from a mugger trying to steal my ability to walk. Though, I think I'll get some tea while I'm here, so I hope you don't mind waiting a moment."
"I don't mind." This new plan sounded nice, or at least, better than before. Weiss got a ride home, and the man got Blake as a travel partner. He hadn't spoken with her much outside of admiring her weapon, so this would be a good chance to properly introduce himself and have a chat.
As Weiss waved goodbye to the man and Blake, she noticed the barely touched coffee cake. It wasn't great, so he had kind of just left it. "Oh, you didn't like the coffee cake?"
"Not really. It's not really that special."
Weiss nodded. "There's a better place closer to Beacon. You should have gotten the shortcake! It's amazing here! The strawberries are delicious, and they bake it every day."
Not fully thinking about it, the man responded with, "I guess we'll just have to come here again sometime, won't we?" Taking a moment to actually think about what he just said, he realized it could easily be misconstrued as–
Weiss looked up in surprise, her eyes widened. "D-did you just ask me out?"
Yang gave a hearty pat on the back, saying, "Oh, a brave one!"
Blake's eyebrows were raised, interested in the accidental forward declaration.
Quickly thinking it over, Weiss was very, very cute. And from the limited time together, the man knew she loved cafes, sweets, and foot rubs; this was invaluable information when dealing with women, so he actually felt confident that a date with Weiss would go well. Forcing confidence into his voice, he said, "Yes, I am."
"Well, I…" Weiss stuttered, clearly used to asking out as opposed to being asked out. "I'd love to! Why don't you come by this weekend, and we can go from there?" Her face reddened in addition to growing a smile.
"Sounds great! I guess I'll be seeing you then."
Blushing with a wide smile, Weiss walked (with a minor limp) out of the cafe with Yang, who was making lewd gestures aimed at the man with her hands behind the heiress' back.
Turning, the man faced an entertained Blake, sitting with a cup of tea.
"I see congratulations are in order." Blake cocked her head to the side and smiled, dark hair airily shifting in time with her head. "Congratulations. Though we've already met, we didn't speak much." She held out a hand and waited for the man to grab it; as he matched hands with Blake, he felt the warmth of her tea radiate from her palm, proving a very pleasant, relaxing feeling. "I'm Blake Belladonna. It's a pleasure to properly meet you."