Disclaimer: I do not own Danmachi or make profits off this fanfiction.

This is an OMAKE spin off of an ongoing story.

Bell's mouth was agape as he looked at the part of town they were in, Gersemi Boulevard. It was in the Southern part of Orario, about 15 minutes north from Folkvangr. It had lavish homes and storefronts, with yellow bricks that glistened like gold from the morning dew. And red roofes made of exquisite terracotta shingles.

Bell was familiar that the Freya Familia had over 100 Level 1 members and four dozen Level 2s. Too numerous to keep track of everyone's name. Everyone knew who the Executives were and the Vice Executives were, like second and third cast characters in a hero novel. Bell always wondered what the various Level 1s did for the Familia. And now he knew, when not doing morning practice at Folkvangr. They ran the storefronts of Gersemi Boulevard, peddling fine jewelry and exquisite gold, silver and copper ornaments. Freya was also a Goddess of Treasure, thus explaining where some of the upper finances came from.

Syr pointed to a large factory that was made of the same yellow bricks, but polished to shine like gold day in and day out. Bell noticed that it's chimneys had magic stones embedded into them here and there. They were carved into hieroglyphs, acting as pollution filters. The smoke that came out of the chimneys was black before becoming gray from the purple magic field.

Carriages went in and out transporting illustrations of various men and women. Bell knew this because Syr had educated him on Vanadís Agency. The carriages had on the back an eloquent canvas of Freya laying by a fireplace holding a sign that read 'Vanadís Agency'. In the picture she laid on a polar bear skin rug, wearing a beautiful dress. A purple and white dress with snowflake pattern stitched through out it.

Bell blushed as he gaped at the portrait of Freya. Anna tapped him on the shoulder drawing his sight to her. She blushed madly, matching her strawberry blonde hair. She braved on getting Syr to giggle, "I know you already have Goddess Freya. But, I must continue to confess to you. Until you see me as someone precious. I love you, Bell."

Bell's heart caught in his throat as he replied to her touching her shoulder, "Ok, but Freya is more to me than a Goddess."

Syr smiled deviously, "Wait-! Since when are you two timing me?"

Bell was shocked, "Syr, I'm not two timing. I love-"

Bell realized quickly how he was dancing in the palm of her hand. Anna wouldn't know that Syr was Freya roleplaying. Thus, he couldn't reveal that to anyone. It would ruin the experience. And the experience and happiness of Freya/Syr was all he cared about.

Bell sighed in defeat, "I'm sorry Syr. I didn't mean to leave you in the dark. Goddess Freya seduced me one night. And I couldn't resist her."

He wasn't lying, but he was now trying to come up to her level in roleplaying. She loved a challenge.

Syr spoke encouragingly to Anna, "Anna, if Bell can two time on me. Then, you can date him too. You just got to get him to fall for you. Think you can do that?"

Anna glared determined, "Just you watch me."

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Bell looked at the various artists in the Vanadís Agency, drawing sketches of the many beautiful models. A supervisor would walk around collecting the best ones. And give them to another worker.

Bell was astonished by the Polygraph duplication machine. The worker who received the drawing would trace over it on his side. While, the machine used a system of arms and strings to move 10 pens. A worker would put pages under each pen that would move in sync with the worker tracing from the other side.

The pages would be collected and bound after being cured. The collection of various drawn models would be bound into a magazine.

While, one of the copies was delivered to a painter. The painter would make a couple dozen canvases of the drawing. Painting in colors based on notes from the supervisor. These paintings would be sold at higher prices than the magazines which were just black and white.

Anna sung to get Bell's attention, "Beeelll."

Bell took note of Anna who was wearing an orange silk tank top. She wore a long see through blue skirt, allowing one to see white undergarments. A pair of white stockings were worn with frilly panties. The slit up the side allowed Bell to see the panties and stockings more clearly.

The tank top had ruby buttons sewn on. With blue ropes wrapped around them. The ends of the ropes had tassles, letting the three tassles on the left dangle with each step. Bell had to agree that she was sublime.

Anna cheered with a fist pump at his reaction, "Perfection!"

Syr clapped from behind, "Excellent choice. Very much the harvest fashion."

Bell turned to see Syr wearing a purple miniskirt and fishnet crop top. Her green lace panties could be seen with each hip movement. A purple heart was at the top of them.

Her waist had a white leather belt with a pearl lined string hanging on it. And a silver feather boa wrapped around her. The white domino mask finished the scantily ensemble. When one looked closely enough, one could see a red tiara on the domino mask.

Bell looked at her with a blush. Not being able to hide his attraction.

Anna had to admit that Syr was gorgeous. Even if her skirt was a bit drafty.

Syr touched her chin in mock thought as she said, "Want to know what would really be good on the cover?"

Bell and Anna were not prepared for Syr's next words. Even their escort Anya blushed, "A double cheek kiss."

Anna then shook her head and became determined as she pulled Bell by the bicep to one of the model stages. Syr giggled at Bell's reaction at feeling Anna's chest on his arm, "I'm so glad you're on board."

Syr joined the pair. Bell was seated between the two girls. Both hugged an arm each to their chest. One leg each crossed Bell's waist, halting his squirming. They kissed a cheek each causing the boy to blush. While giving each cheek a kiss, the pair gave a wink to the artists.

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That afternoon Bete growled in frustration as he saw a portrait in the store window. The portrait showed that puny weakling getting a kiss from not one, but two beautiful damsels. A howlish cry could be heard throughout Orario, one in heart break.