"Hey girls, quick question," Nebula began, drawing the attention of every eye in the foyer. It had been a little over a week since their first strip performance, which had been a resounding success, and the girls were all sitting in the dressing room after finishing another night on the stage. It was a Friday, so no strip performance, but the House had still been jumping with business. The only one missing from the dressing room was Glynda, who was currently working with Franc in his office, looking over some financial papers of some kind.
Currently Nebula, who asked the question, was shedding her dance clothes and putting on her normal garments, much like everyone else.
"What's the question, Nebula?" Ciel asked from behind a shoji screen, a little more conservative than the other girls. Comparatively, at least.
"Has anyone seen where the Boss, yah know . . . Lives?" She questioned. Everyone paused what they were doing. What type of question was that?
"What type of question is that?" Blake asked, raising her eyebrow incredulously. The other girls repeated what she said, wondering what the hell Nebula was on about.
"It's a genuine question! We all know where each other lives, like generally at least right? I know Mel and Mil live at that apartment complex near Bowadger Street, for instance. What about Mr Eclair? Where the hell does he live?" She further explained, spreading her arms wide to expound her point. The girls paused at that, thinking.
"I thought he lived in some secret room here in the House?" Neon interjected, scratching the back of her head, confused. Yang shook her head in disagreement.
"No, I think he lived in a suite at the Royale, that big hotel not far from here," she added. Again the girls blinked, trying to remember any mention of a hotel suite or secret room.
"I think I heard him mention something about a Brownstone on Corriger Avenue," Ciel said, finally walking out from the shoji wall, now fully dressed. Neo knocked on the nearest wall, catching everyone's attention. She pulled out her scroll, and typed something out, showing it to her coworkers.
'Nah, Corriger Avenue was the address for someone that had done some construction work for the House in its early days. He was just swinging around to finish up the payment plan they agreed on.'
"So wait, we really don't know where he actually lives?" Neon asked, receiving only silence as her answer. The House of Ecstasy workers all sat in shocked silence.
"Actually, now that I think about it, I don't think I know anything about him," Blake muttered. The girls exchanged looks of confused and thinking expressions. They realised that most workers didn't have a deep understanding of their boss, but this was the House! Most of the girls had slept with their boss, and all of them had good conversations with him, and admitted to some history they had. They recognised that their relationship with their Boss was unusual. So it made them think, they should probably know more about their employer, surely?
But they didn't. Franc Eclair was a mystery.
"Alright, I need to figure this out," Melanie grumbled, stalking over to a white board, usually used to help them practise the choreography of their dances, or to write down shifts and any roster changes. Melanie grabbed the board and brought it over, wiping off the day's schedule, now useless, and instead wrote; 'Things we know about Franc Eclair.'
"Alright bitches, hit me with it, what do we got?" She asked the room at large. Silence was all she got. Melanie scoffed. "Seriously? Nothing?"
"Uhm, I mean it's not much, but I know he likes poetry, or writing it. Sometimes scribbles it down in a notebook or something," Militia said. Her sister sighed, but wrote it down. It wasn't a whole lot, but it was something.
"He seems to have a lot of business acumen," Ciel added. The girls looked at her, most raising an eyebrow at her. She shrugged, face calm. "He seems what, 24? 25? Seems to understand business fairly well for his age."
They hummed, now understanding what she meant. Melanie wrote that down, before thinking on something.
"I'm gonna also add 'looks in the mid-20's' to the board. But c'mon, give me something specific," she asked. They contemplated it for a moment, trying to remember any trace details that he let slip in any conversation they've had. To be metaphorical, they put their thinking caps on and began a brainstorm.
"Oh! I got something! He's probably well-educated. Remember that little lecture he gave about how Vale became so dirty and lustful?" Neon offered. Quickly, Melanie wrote that down, now excited.
"Finally, something! C'mon, we're on a roll girls!" She exclaimed. The others seemed to get caught up in her excitement, now crowding around the whiteboard with contemplative expressions.
. . .
"Is that seriously all we got?" Nebula wondered, looking completely put out. They seriously couldn't think of anything else. They seriously couldn't think of anything else?!
"You gotta be shitting me," Yang swore.
Neo's arms flailed wildly, her demeanour of mischievousness and sass breaking, leaving just confusion.
"What about that detective?" Militia asked. All eyes flew to her. What now? Who now? What detective? "A couple weeks ago some white haired woman sidled up real close to the Boss. Thought she was just some woman he was hitting on, or who was hitting on him. I was gonna leave it alone, but then I saw that they were suddenly really serious about something. Like super serious."
"Oh yeah! You told me to tell security to keep an eye on her! How'd you figure out she was a detective?" Melanie wondered. Once more, eyes flew to Militia.
"Well, I saw that they were looking all grim and serious, so I decided to give him a little back up and sit with him. Act all cutesy and a little ditzy. Anyway, while she wasn't paying attention, he whispered to me all quiet-like, 'detective,' and I just stuck with him for a bit after that. She left pretty quickly after," she explained. The girls gaped a little at that.
Their Franc? Their perverted, saucy, poetry writing, can't-go-a-day-without-groping-them Franc? Their the-constantly-thinking-up-new-performances-for-their-strip-club-and-bar Franc? Being investigated by a detective? Seemed almost impossible.
"Did he tell you the name of the detective?" Blake asked. Militia narrowed her eyes, trying to recollect what Franc had told her. Slowly, she nodded, beginning to remember.
"Mhm, yeah, it was Winter Schnee, from the Atlas Detective Agency," she said. Ciel gaped, slowly stumbling down and to a seat, seeming faint. Neon and Yang, the two closest to her, gave her shoulders gentle shakes to rouse her from her shock.
"Woah there, Ciel honey, you okay? Do you know that name or something?" Melanie asked. The other girl nodded, a little ill.
"W-Winter Schnee is a really famous detective back home, for anyone who follows that sort of thing. Her family is rich too, and I mean mega rich. They used to mine and manufacture almost all the Dust in the world, but as that started getting rare, they started being the biggest suppliers of transport services. They ship everything, including those giant shipments with thousands of containers," Ciel clarified, holding her head in her hands, her energy drained.
"God damn Ciel. That's some heavy shit," Yang commented, wide eyed and astounded. Something seemed to click in Blake's brain meanwhile, as she put a hand to her chin, pondering something.
"I've heard of them. Even in Menagerie, they're famous, or, more infamous I guess. They used to hire almost exclusively Faunus, and treated them awful. They're one of the big reasons that Faunus' almost always stay either on Menagerie or in their own communities. I'm surprised Neon apparently doesn't know them, being from Atlas and all."
The other cat Faunus held her arms up in surrender, shaking her hands in front of herself defensively.
"Don't look at me. I grew up in the Atlas Kingdom sure, but I lived in a town only just inside its borders. I'm from Atlas in name only," she defended, causing the other girls to 'oh' in understanding.
"So our boss has a mysterious past, is well educated, and is currently being investigated by some big bad detective from the most militant Kingdom in Remnant. Anyone else feel like they're in a crime drama all of a sudden?" Yang asked, receiving a unanimous chorus of agreement.
Neo stood, taking the marker from Melanie's hand, and writing a question on the board.
'What now?'
A fair question.
"Well we could always ask him directly, buuuuuut," Nebula began, with Militia finishing the sentence for her.
"But there's no guarantee he'll tell us the truth."
They groaned, the mystery that grew bigger and bigger every second after they discovered it starting to itch at their brain. It was just tempting them incessantly, consistently calling to them, just begging for them to solve the mystery of their enigmatic employer.
Suddenly, as if by magic, Ciel seemed to realise something.
"Maybe we can ask Glynda! She's been here from pretty much the start right? She and him have a pretty close relationship as well, surely, if anyone could know something, it would be her!" She elucidated. The girls gasped, and hurried like rats scurrying from the light, slapping on whatever clothes fit and pouring from the dressing room.
"Okay, gameplan; You girls stand back a bit, while Neon and I enter the office. We tell her that we wanna talk a little about tomorrow's shifts, and then, after we get her alone, we start asking about the Boss for whatever she has, we got that?" Yang instructed. The other girls nodded, walking by a few security guards, who watched their passing with confused expressions.
Once the office doors were in sight, Yang and Neon gestured for the rest of the crowd to stay some distance back whilst they went into the office. Waltzing forward, they both took a second at the door to take a breath, ready for the metaphorical battle ahead.
Of course, no plan survives contact with the enemy.
The two girls opened the door, and paused, clearly interrupting something.
Glynda was bent over the desk, facing the door, her shirt pulled up and over her chest, leaving her tits free and swinging with the motion of Franc's thrusting, him right behind her, his right hand deep in the locks of her hair, the other holding her hip tight enough for them to see the way his fingers dug into the flesh. Neither of them seemed to notice the intrusion, what with Glynda seeing stars and Franc focusing on the sight of his crotch slamming into the blond woman's ample ass.
The two unintentional intruding girls gaped, and then shut the doors, looking at each other shocked.
Financial papers, huh? Bullshit.
The two snuck away from the office door and back to the main group, blank faced and silent.
"What happened? Glynda coming?" Nebula asked, causing Neon and Yang to both redden, the two unable to take their minds off what they unintentionally walked in on.
"Oh, I'm sure she's coming soon," Neon muttered, letting out a perverted giggle that had the others nonplussed. It was Neo who seemed to figure it out the fastest, as she snapped her fingers in realisation. When the others turned to look at her, she held up two fingers, pressed them together, and began thrusting them into a circle made with the thumb and pointer finger of her other hand.
"Oh. Oh. Oooooooh, okay," Militia mumbled, the other girls having mixed reactions, such as minor annoyance, wanting to see for themselves, or mild amusement. None of them were surprised, however.
"Well, I did say that they had a close relationship," Ciel grumbled, her mask of serenity cracking as her cheeks reddened, and the tiniest hint of saliva seeming to slowly dribble out from the corner of her mouth.
The girls, the wind lost from their sails, went back to the dressing room, and the drawing board.
They were back in their chairs, Melanie returning to her inspecting of the whiteboard, a look of intense concentration on her face.
Neon and Yang seemed to be in a perpetual state of perverted exuberance, giggling and muttering with each other, much to an ornery Blake's vexation.
"Okay. So, new plan! We need a new plan! . . . What is the new plan?" Nebula asked. She received no answer. Sighing, she planted herself down to her seat.
"Maybe we can try and check through his office the next time he's out!" Neon put forward, only to be very quickly shot down.
"We are not breaking into his office just to satisfy our curiosity!" Blake admonished, causing the other girl to crumble and fall back into her seat, suitably chastised.
Neo tapped wildly on the wall closest to her, bringing the girls attention over to her. She then tapped away at her scroll, turning it over to show to her coworkers.
'I can tell him I wanna fuck him at his house and tell you lot where his place is! That's a start at least, right?'
Silence.
"Neo, you just sit there and look pretty, mkay?" Melanie ordered, causing the shortest member of the House to pout, shoving her scroll back into her pocket. The girls looked back to the whiteboard, and pointedly ignored the ice cream midget.
"Maybe we should reconsider the forthright approach. Just go up and be like, 'hey Boss, how's things. Yada yada yada, oh by the way, we've been curious, where abouts do you live at?' Cause I don't think this sneaky shit is for us," Yang intoned, shrugging helplessly, as in her mind she could see the writing on the wall. They weren't ninjas, no matter how much ninja 'literature' Blake read. They were strippers and adult dancers.
"Yang, this is a little bigger than just finding out where he hangs his jacket up, this is about one of the Atlesian Kingdom's premiere investigators focusing on our boss like a creepy ex," Militia groused, giving the blonde a purely unamused expression.
"Maybe that's it. She's a crazy ex and the 'investigation into my finances' was just an excuse he used to keep us from knowing," Melanie joked, shaking her head, entertained by the mere thought.
Silence, again.
"I mean, knowing him, the possibility of him sleeping with an insane woman is fairly high," Ciel muttered, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. Nebula eyed her disparagingly.
"Ciel babe, just say that he might've stuck his dick in crazy. It won't hurt you," she scolded, causing the other girl to give her an offended glare.
Tactfully ignoring all that, Blake tapped her chin thoughtfully, considering the possibility.
"I mean, I'm not saying I agree, but playing devil's advocate here, if he did, and then left Atlas to open the House. A detective would be pretty good at tracking him down, even across Kingdoms," she ventured. Technically she was right. Especially a detective from Atlas, the Kingdom with the highest GDP on Remnant. A Kingdom well known for pumping a shit tonne of funds into law enforcement and the military. It was said they had specialised cameras that were able to read your facial features and automatically notify police if you had any outstanding warrants.
"I mean it's obviously just a guess, and one that's pretty fucking out there. But I mean, rich bitches have a habit of not taking the word 'no' so well when they want something. Or someone," Yang put forward, tentatively. The girls could believe that, they all have seen plenty of videos of entitled women bitching and moaning about the most ridiculous of shit. There were a lot of compilations of such behaviour.
"Do you think it possible that the Boss, who, despite his incessantly perverted behaviour, is one smart motherfucker; that he had sex with a female detective so crazy and obsessed that she flew halfway across the globe just to hunt him down because he left her?" Blake asked, raising a disbelieving eyebrow to the group of girls. Said group looked amongst themselves, before turning back to Blake, and nodding.
"Yes," they all said.
Sighing, the black cat of the House had to concede that it did seem like something her Boss would do.
"Alright, so new theory is, Winter Schnee of the Atlas Detective Agency is an obsessive bitch of an ex and our Boss needs some protecting, provided of course by his beautiful bitches that he calls employees," Melanie theatrically declared. She turned, to see a group of determined dancers ready to defend their beloved boss from the claws of a crazy woman. She was proud of her coworkers.
"Uuuuuh, Neo, where you going?" Militia asked, drawing everyone's attention to the the ice cream girl. The mute flipped them off, poking her tongue out mockingly at the other girls. Insulted, they made to read her the riot act, only for the mute to disappear through the dressing room door. Blake, the closest to the door, peered out into the hall, and saw Neo make the turn to head to Franc's office. Shocked, she turned to the girls, wide eyed.
"Guys, she's heading to the office!" Blake warned. Startled, the girls rose, and lunged through the door. The group raced after Neo, not wanting the traitor to divulge their actions to the Boss himself.
How could she? Whatever happened to camaraderie?
Guards and a few of the cleaning staff had to jump out the way as the group of frantic women barreled through the House, racing up the stairs leading to the office. How was Neo so fucking fast?
The hall was in sight. They could see Neo grasping the door knob.
Nebula, the fastest and most active of the girls, pumped it up to eleven, and sprinted the last bit of distance leading up to the door. She could see the individual strands of hair on Neo's head, they could pull her back and silence her, keeping the Boss in the dark forever more.
However, many times, before the moment of triumph, tragedy strikes.
Before, one would remember that the girls had at once dressed in a decidedly hurried manner, taking whatever fit and slipping it on, foregoing fashion and merely putting on whatever was closest, and hurrying out. Nebula was the same.
In her haste, she had slipped on a pair of sneakers that had been laying near the door to the dressing room. A pair of sneakers that had the laces untied, which she missed in her hurry.
With the final strike of the hammer of fate; Nebula stepped on one of her laces, and fell face forward, less than 10 metres away from Neo. The mute disappeared behind the office door.
Glynda and Franc, having had their fun, were now actually looking over some financial papers, the beautiful blonde sitting in Franc's naked lap, her head on his chest. They had yet to put their shed clothes back on, but that was fine.
Looking up, Franc gave Neo a welcoming wave, whereas Glynda gave a polite nod. Neither of them worried about Neo seeing them naked, it was old hat at this point.
"Evening Neo, or maybe 'morning,' I should say. How can I help you?" He asked. She waved back, pulling up a chair and taking out her scroll.
Outside, the collective of girls hung around the door, holding their breath. After some shuffling, and shaking, Melanie, their ring leader, was pushed towards the door, chosen to run interference. Sighing, she approached and politely knocked on the door, hearing a mildly surprised 'come in!' Melanie took a second to try and settle her beating heart, thumping against her chest like a hummingbird in a cage, before entering the office.
"Wow, regular party here, huh girls? Melanie, how are you?" Franc asked. She nodded, taking a seat next to Neo, also easily ignoring her Boss and her trainer's nudity.
"Oh I'm well thanks. I was just swinging by and figured I should check in on my boss and see how he's doing! But I suppose I don't need to ask, huh?" Melanie laughed, gesturing to the half naked Glynda.
"The behaviours and activities of consenting adults is no worry of yours, Melanie," Glynda intoned, voice bored and rather far off as she flipped through some tax files. She had given up on actually curbing the comments and innuendos, and really only said them out of habit nowadays.
"R-right. Uuuuuh, so Boss! How are you though? Not stressed being the big man of the operation are you?" Melanie questioned. Glynda and Neo both blinked, eyeing Melanie suspiciously, though Neo seemed to also be amused, likely already catching onto what she was doing.
"She's distracting them," Blake commented. Currently, she was kneeled in front of the door, her cat ear pressed to the wood, listening in on their conversation.
"Atta girl Melanie, keep at it," Yang excitedly whispered. She, with the rest of the girls, were all standing or kneeling by the door, with Blake acting as their ears and feeding them the conversation.
"Well thanks for asking Mel. I reckon I'm okay, just the average stresses you get from running a business. But all in all things are going pretty well," Franc answered, seemingly unaware of any possible underhandedness.
"Good to know! Soooo-" Melanie began, finding a little difficulty in continuing the ruse of a conversation, what with it being so short notice. To her left, she saw Neo, a smug, satisfied look on her face as she slowly raised her scroll, placing her fingers to the digital keyboard threateningly.
"So I've been thinking about something to add to a future dance of mine!" She rushed, causing Neo, Glynda and the girls, once informed by Blake, to all narrow their eyes, confused. Their boss still seemed none the wiser.
"Oh really? Well that's good, I like when you girls get creative with your own stuff. What is it?" He asked, the bastard being a magnanimous employer and actually encouraging his employees to share their voice and ideas.
"You son of a bitch, be an awful boss for five minutes when we need it!" Neon ground out, the other girls shaking in place from a mix of unjust anger and nervousness.
"It's uhhhh, it's uuuuuhhh LIVE ANIMALS!" Melanie exclaimed. Franc raised an eyebrow, curious at the prospect, while Glynda, Neo and the girls all blinked, completely dumbfounded.
"Live . . . Animals?" Glynda asked, adjusting her spot on Franc's lap to fully face Melanie, whilst Neo looked to the other girl with an expression of pure and total befuddlement.
"The hell is this bitch on about now?! She was supposed to stop Neo from talking about our shit, not get us dancing with bears!" Whispered Neon, voice dripping with vitriol.
"Why the hell did we put her up to it anyway?" Militia asked no one in particular. Sure, it was her sister in there, but it was also her sister who was digging an entirely different hole than what they were originally wanting her to fix.
"Would you bitches shut up, they're talking again!" Blake demanded.
"You want to use live animals in your performance? Why on Remnant would you want to do that? Do you know how many risks are involved performing with animals, even something like dogs?" Glynda interrogated, palming her face with an all suffering sigh.
For the first time since Melanie entered the room, Neo managed to type out a sentence on her scroll.
'Just what type of animals do you want to dance with anyway?'
"I-I considered it very seriously, and after some deliberation I decided on," Melanie began, her heart once more reaching that hummingbird level of activity. Her eyes darted around the office, looking for any sign of inspiration. From the corner of her eye, she could see a bottle of alcohol on the minibar shelf, 'Six Serpents Tequila,' it was called.
"Snakes! I was thinking we could do a dance with one or multiple snakes!"
The silence was deafening.
"I'm gonna beat that bitch into the dirt," Nebula threatened, the girls all nodding their agreement on the action. Seriously?! Snakes?!
"We may as well just let Neo expose us. This is getting ridiculous," Yang muttered, any traces of hope dashed from her eyes, along with the possibility of them getting out of this unscathed. One way or another, their shit was getting metaphorically and possibly literally rocked.
"That sounds a little dangerous, Mel. Are you sure you put appropriate time and thought into this?" Franc asked, tilting his head, just as confused as everyone else.
"No she most certainly has not! Firstly, you'll be performing in front of dozens of people, and if the snake feels at all stressed, which it will, it'll bite! Secondly, what if a snake escapes from a carrier and somehow bites one of the wait staff, or heaven forbid, a guest! Even if they're non-venomous, we could be sued for physical and emotional damages!" Glynda loudly admonished, totally against the idea. Neo, the smug bitch, almost fell out of her chair from silently laughing so hard.
The girls outside didn't need Blake to relay what Glynda said, because they damn well heard it as if they were in the room with her.
"Alright, okay, let's all calm down. Now Glynda makes a good point, Mel. Snakes are good pets, but not good performing animals. It wouldn't really be fair to the animal anyway, it'd just stress it out and cause it problems. I'm sorry Melanie, but in this instance I believe I have to put my foot down," Franc apologised, with Melanie giving an apologetic nod, though internally she was cheering. She didn't like snakes anyway.
"I understand. It was just an idea I sort of thinked up while having a shower or something. I'll try and come up with something a little safer. C'mon Neo, I'll need some help!" She nodded, expressing her regret, before grabbing Neo by the arm and dragging her towards the door.
"Yes! Get the bitch out of there, she needs to be taught a lesson!" Militia quietly cheered, her anger at her sister's painful attempts to intercede with Neo's antics gone, now replaced with sheer joy at seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
"Oh wait, Melanie, before you steal Neo away, she was wanting to tell me something. Mind leaving her here before you go?" Franc asked.
That light was a train, and it just ran over all the girls' hopes and dreams.
Smug, Neo escaped from Melanie's grip, and went over to retake her seat, scroll gripped in her hand like a weapon. Melanie felt a special dread take hold of her heart, the type of dread one felt when witnessing their own car crash in slow motion.
"God dammit Franc, you're killing us over here," Nebula muttered, all energy gone, Neon and Miltia both leaning on each other to remain standing, whereas Yang could only lean against a wall, expression devoid of hope.
Blake, the first to hear each word on the other side of the door, was in a truly depressing position, forced to not only listen to the train wreck happening inside, but to also relay it all to the girls behind her.
Panicking, Melanie tried to come up with something else, anything else to stop Neo in her tracks.
And then, like lightning, an epiphany struck!
"I have another idea!" She exclaimed, standing straight as an arrow. Attention back on her, she quickly continued before anyone could interrupt.
"Group dances!" She proposed.
"Group dances?" Blake confusedly muttered.
"Group dances, hm?" Franc considered. Neo, now thoroughly exasperated by the whole ordeal, looked at Melanie with a look that can only be described as 'completely sick of this shit.'
"Group dances! It's exactly what it sounds like! We have 2 or more girls on stage, performing! Probably have to get rid of the pole to do it safely, but-, yeah! Group dances!"
"Huh, that's an interesting idea. What do you think, Glynda? Has potential?" He asked, turning to his half naked right hand woman, who seemed to be taking the idea into serious consideration.
"I will say the proposal has merit. Why group performances Melanie? Don't you already have a few acts with your sister?" She questioned. Melanie nodded, now just running with the idea out of desperation.
"Sure, but with proper group stuff, we can have way more fun acts! We can do way kinkier stuff, especially since I obviously can't do something like this with Militia!" She ranted, before doing what many would call an 'act of concentrated despair.'
She grabbed Neo by the back of her head with one hand, her waist with the other, and with a deftness born from years of dancing and performing, sweeped the smaller girl off her feet, literally, and shoved her tongue into Neo's mouth in an absolutely toe curling kiss.
God. Damn.
Neo, who at the best of times, could be described as a 'constantly, sexually charged person,' went limp in the other girl's arms, surprised by the sudden, ballsy move by Melanie. For a solid 30 seconds, Franc and Glynda just watched the two swap spit, Glynda out of shock, and Franc just because he liked watching two sexy girls go at it.
On the other side of the door, there was silence, as the rest of the dancing staff all took in what Blake just told them, that in order to keep Neo from speaking, Melanie just gave her an abrupt tonsillectomy with her tongue.
Standing back up straight, and holding Neo still with one arm, she looked back to Franc and Glynda and continued on as if nothing happened.
"See? Can't do that with my sis! Can do it with Neb though. Or Ciel with Yang! Or Neo again but with Neon joining in! C'mon, it'll be a hit!" She ranted.
"Yeah, yeah I'd imagine. I mean, we all know that a majority of our guests are men, and we all know how much guys love seeing hot women go at it with each other. Sounds like it has potential to me," Franc said. To no one's surprise.
"It could work, if done right. Working a choreography that would fit 2 or more performers while simultaneously stimulating the audience would be difficult, but not impossible. It will take time to implement though, and will require a lot of work," Glynda explained, giving Melanie a forewarning.
"Right, of course! I'll tell the girls about it and warn them that it'll be a real task!" She promised, giving a double thumbs up, therefore letting Neo stumble a little, attempting to catch and rebuild her scattered mind.
"Very well. Thanks for putting your ideas forward, even if the first one sadly couldn't work. Go ahead and tell the girls, and we'll get to practising as soon as we're able," Franc instructed, causing Melanie to nod thankfully, turn, walk out of the office, and once sufficient distance had been with the door and herself, promptly fell to the floor and groaned in emotional pain.
Militia, the loyal sister that she was, knelt down and gently patted Melanie's shoulder, cooing for her to just let it out.
Yang sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly, the other girls feeling similar.
"Well, let's be glad that's over with," Nebula muttered, allowing herself to drop to the floor much like Melanie had, receiving a chorus of agreement at her statement.
But as seemed to be the theme today, nothing goes right without later going horribly wrong. Blake, who was about to finally get up from her place by the door, paused, before paling considerably.
"Girls, problem!" She whisper-screamed, causing the whole group to freeze.
"What's this? Oh yeah, you had something to ask me, but we got interrupted, I'm sorry about that Neo. What did you want to ask?" Franc questioned. Now clear of mind, Neo was sitting in front of Glynda and Franc both, her scroll at the ready. Behind the door, the girls sobbed pitifully, having given up hope the moment they saw Neo sitting up.
In her haste to leave her Boss' office, Melanie had forgotten to drag Neo with her.
Hope gone, they could only wait as Neo typed on her scroll and showed it to Franc and Glynda.
'Do you mind sharing your address, in case I or 1 of the other girls are in the mood for some dick? Make it easy for us to swing by and all that.'
. . .
Absolute silence. The sheer magnitude of sass and audaciousness was perplexing.
"Oh, sure, I don't mind. Makes it easier in case the girls have to send any physical documents that are too sensitive to leave at the workplace too. I'll write it down for you," he answered.
But of course, Franc didn't mind.