Max has the feelings that things are going to get hectic really soon, so he takes a step outside the van. "Hit and run? Couldn't be. This was targeted. Do they think we died? I doubt it." He shrugs. "If no one comes out, I guess I'll just go home!" He says very loudly, as if to bait someone.
Searching through the streets, the young man finds two bars that look worth his time. The first is upscale, clean and safe, but also looks a little boring. The second seems more lively, but also rowdy.
"Heh, sure." The bearded man removes his hand, but keeps it close to her ass, meaning that the thought of him grabbing her again is never far from mind. Heading into the mansion and up a set of stairs, they arrive in front of a pair of dorm rooms. "Alright, #218 and #217 - looks like you girls are neighbors." He hands Aki a key. When she opens one of the doors, she's surprised to find most of her belongings from her room at her family estate already inside.
With an ensuite in his room, there's no one to disturb Victor as he showers - though he swears he can hear more female moaning from the next room over the sound of the water.
Sophia's eyes slowly ease open the next morning as she hears knocking at her door. "May I come in?" Her mother's voice sounds gracefully through the door.
(Have a Halloween thing today so my replies will be pretty shit) The higher one he has to guess was for more guys after finishing their office jobs. Probably a place for older people. But instincts told them he needed to pick one with action. They weren’t here to be bored. Besides, if anyone wanted to try something stupid, he’d just settle it the usual why. Then again…wasn’t he aiming to do the same thing basically? Still. Didn’t mean he was about to wait in line. “Well, this place looks a lot more fun.”
Finishing his shower, Victor stepped out of the bath and got dressed. As curious as he was at what was going on over there, he didn't really want to stay in his room and listen in on them. He headed out and looked for those vending machines to buy some snacks for the party.
“Come in, mom!” Sophia called back in a still-sleepy voice. Only half-awake she completely forgot that she had gone to sleep in the nude.
He chuckles with the easy confidence of someone who's both attractive and superpowered, as he begins to walk through the building. "I hope I didn't cause offence. In my defence, I actually have heard rumors like that."
"Just waiting to see whether I have to knock the thugs back into the Stone Age." A female voice sounds out, seemingly from nowhere and tinged with wry amusement.
"Gghhn." Aki's blush worsened, the thought of being groped in public, yet it never happening only fueled her strangely lustful imagination. Every time their guide's hand got too close to her, she'd flinch. Only for nothing to happen, leaving her strangely... frustrated? ashamed? Even she couldn't understand what was happening in her own mind, as this was the first time she's been left right on the brink of an orgasm. Her body becoming more sensitive by the second. To the point that she could feel her nylon-clad thighs grow damp, a clear indication of how much her juices continued to leak out of her quivering pussy. Once they reached their rooms, Aki takes the key. "What is our schedule for the day?" She asks in her usual stern manner. Trying to keep up appearances despite her erotic blush. "Do we need to attend any meetings, or introduce ourselves to the director of this academy perhaps?"
"None at all, those are quite interesting rumours." Tia shook her head as the two walked. "Is there anything I should know as a new person? Who's the boss, who to stay away from, when are the parties, what teachers are expecting from us, when the BDSM dungeon operates~" she threw the last thing as a joke.
Happy for a time as they walked, when Magenta realized where Mark was taking them her mood faltered as she felt a sinking pit in her stomach. Panic nearly set in when her date asked her to try and get them in but she managed to maintain her composure even as almost every fibre in her body wanted to run back to the dorms. Two things kept her in place though, first was that she didn't want to disappoint the young man she was with and the other was the annoying tingling in her pussy that let her know what her passenger desired. "I uh-..." Magenta wanted to say no, but couldn't bring herself to utter the word. Instead she just offered "-sure." As they made their way to the front of the line, Mags tried to shrink down as they moved past the throng waiting to get in. Magenta wanted the bouncer at the front would turn her away, and for a moment after she asked she had hope that is what would happen; but just as the overly muscular man guarding the door was about to turn them away one of his compatriots stepped up and whispered something into his ear. The man's eyes flashed and Magenta could see a slight grin cross his lips before he wiped it away. He looked back at her appraisingly and unclipped the rope letting the pair past. "Sure thing Red." He said with a smile as the lineup chirped annoyed that she and Mark were being let in. Nervously Magenta stepped in after Mark and prayed silently that everything would be fine.
"That it does." Vincent nods approvingly. Inside, they find a bar that's mostly clean, some loud rock sounding from a jukebox. A group of muscular, heavily tattooed patrons eye up the newcomers, as some obvious prostitutes survey Vincent and Lucas with admiring glances, and Helene with jealousy. "Heh, fun." Helene chuckles, before easing herself into a booth. "You boys get me something nice to drink and make sure no one slips anything in it, would you?" Heading out of his room and down the hall, Victor finds a vending machine, though it's already in use. A woman maybe twenty years his senior stands in front of it, conducting her own transaction and flashing him a polite smile as she sees him waiting. "Pardon me, dear." She smiles again, collecting her food, and heading for the same room Victor intends to go to. The door opens, and the blonde beauty that is Sophia's mother strides gracefully into the room, coming up beside the bed and gently stroking her daughter's cheek. "That...Mouse woman says that you two will have to leave soon." She announces, and not without a hint of sadness. "First day's for orientation." The gruff man responds, a hint of a smirk telling Aki that her sternness isn't having the desired effect. "Go around and get used to the place - or stay in here and rest, up to you. The headmistress is back beyond those big double doors we passed at the top of the stairs to get here. You're free to stop in and ask her questions at any time, but it's not mandatory. And I do mean any time. She's always in there, even when she's somewhere else. Magic, I guess." "Heh, only a few questions, then?" David smirks. "I don't know about the dungeon, but there's a few people to keep note of - though I wouldn't say there's anyone so bad you have to actively avoid them. First thing you should make note of are the tournament teams. We do sparring tournaments here to prepare people for actual missions. The teams that do best get the most respect. You're first year, so luckily no teams have formed at your level yet, but when they do, a pecking order's going to form."
“Yeah, I gotcha. I’ll get something for the table. You guys wait here.” He needed to order for himself anyway. He figured with Vincent right here, it would be better not to make any too obvious moves, but he shouldn’t look like he’s trying too hard either. Still he went to the bar to order for the three. It was hard to say what exactly she’d want, but he decided to keep to something simple like a rum and coke for the three. As he waited and observed the bartenders work, he did think about the idea she put in his head accidentally about the idea of slipping something in her drink. That seemed low even for him. But there was something kind of hot about the idea of just doing whatever you wanted to her while she’s passed out…no. He couldn’t deny he had some attraction to the idea, but no. Maybe though if after he made her move, he could get her to go along with it willingly…still seemed unlikely. Feeling some guilt at even fantasizing it, he tried to just focus on getting his drinks while leaving Vincent with her. Partly to keep other lowlifes from getting too friendly with what he was already going for, partly as a bait. If Vincent stayed, he wasn’t worried about him, if he insisted on going with him to order, then he’d know he didn’t really trust him around her.
Mark slips his hand back around her waist, and the young couple enter the club, one happy, the other apprehensive. Inside, everything is as Magenta remembers it, a dark room lit by the occasional burst of neon light, a primal beat of music pulsing through the air that excites her. The dance floor that dominates the center of the room is filled with a massive throng of people shaking their bodies and rubbing up together, and the collective heat their bodies all produce makes a bead of sweat start to form on Magenta's brow. Though part of the redhead wants to go to the darkest corner and curl up into a ball in the hope that no one notices her, another part wants to head into the throng and dance, reveling in the vibrant energy. Yesss... "This place seems nice!" Mark shouts over the music. "Wait here a minute, I'll get us some drinks!" He lets go of her, pressing his way through the crowd towards the bar on the other side of the dance floor, and then he's gone, sight of him blocked by dozens of moving bodies. A tap on Magenta's shoulder makes her turn, and she sees an attractive woman in a tight dress, holding a drinks tray. "Complimentary drinks for pretty girls - management policy." She smirks, holding out a glass of sweet smelling liquor and pressing it into Mags' hand, departing before the redhead can protest or question.
'Hello,' Victor nodded to the older woman, before she headed to the party room, 'Oh, are you heading to the party too? I needed to get some snacks for it.' He looked over the selection and chose some popular snacks to take with him.
A weathered looking woman nods and pours out three drinks for Lucas, not bothering to check the young man's ID. "Is the girl taken?" A bald man in leather and covered in tattoos sitting next to Lucas asks.
"Oh, you're going to the party?" The woman seems surprised at that, but not in an unkind way. "Yes, I am. Claudia." She smiles. Looking into the machine, Victor's surprised at the quality of the food - it all looks fresh and delicious, not like normal vending machine stuffs.
He kind of laughed a bit. Not at the question, but this guy basically doing the exact same thing he did. Differently, but the principle was the same. “Yeah and he’s not about to let her go either. Her boyfriend’s been sitting tight with her all day.” He knew how guys like this worked so he may as well just say it. “She’s not that easy anyway. You’re wasting your time going for it.”
