A Royal Service

>The sound of bass and saxophone rolls to the melody of clinking wine glasses and the chorus of a hundred voices talking at once about affairs of money or their lavish estates.
>Glittering cocktail dresses adorned by broads stacked to the nines flutter against pressed checkered suits worn by guys as slick and as shining as the gel in their hair.
>But, you don't care about any of that.
>All you care about is the two women in front of you.
>One is your boss, or quite literally everyone's boss, the Crown Princess to be exact, sitting aside of you on your left in the curved booth, long red hair to match the wine sitting half-sipped in her glass. Wearing a red cocktail dress- long cuts in the legs, silk and satin lovingly curled around her waist to illuminate those curves you know your fellow Egrets would go mad over.
>The other's one you've never met until tonight. Long blue hair flowing around a lacy black dress that contrasts in length, revealing long shapely legs that cross without a care. Red lips that match the color of her eye, smirk as she sips down her wine, savoring the oh so delicious look on your face
>Her chest, smooth, round, so full that you would have expected them to be as plastic as the lampshade above your head. She flaunts it at you-not obviously, but brushing her blue hair from the mounds as they nuzzle against the fabric of her dress, or leaning over close beside you to casually refill her bottle.
>You'd be in heaven right now. Two beautiful women in probably this whole damn kingdom on either side, in a fancy restaurant.
>It was only the request Parasoul had made that made this all seem so strange.
>Like a rigged game you knew was too good to be true, you know?
>Parasoul, the Princess, asks you again. Her glowing eyes flicker with a mixture of her normally commanding stature but also of awkwardness, as if aware of the conditional term she had just asked you.
"So..soldi...I mean, Anon...do you understand what I've just asked of you?"
>You nod your head in agreement- not that you actually fully comprehend what she just asked, but her being your superior you just nod.
"Uh...yea..yes, ma'am! I...well, it's just..."
>As if to save you from the embarrassment of stumbling over words, Parasoul raises a hand to you before nodding in somewhat pity or sympathy.
"I...understand such a request seems, well, outright brazen. But, please, try to understand...this is merely for the continuation of the Renior family line. Nothing more, nothing less."
>A sly laugh escape the blue-haired woman beside you. It's a seductive laugh, one of those laughs that feels so mocking but at the same time wraps invisible arms around you to pull you close to let her rather silky, professional voice drip into your ear.
"Oh, please, Para-baby~..." Just the way she says those words, the teasing, the tone just in those lips would have been enough to be sentenced to ammunition dumping if any Egret dared say those words. "You and I both know what you're really after~..."
>The woman shifts closer to you, letting a practiced hand gingerly run across your chin, gentle slow traces. You try to keep yourself from jumping as you feel her chest rub softly against your arm.
"You royalty types are always so greedy~. You already have me, and yet you still want more~. Although, I can't blame you~. He looks like he'd be quite energetic enough to spend the night with, don't you agree~?"
>The woman blows a soft breath into your ear, barely holding her smirk back as she watches you shiver into the booth. Parasoul sighs awkwardly and sips some more of her wine, as if to find the words lost at the bottom of the crystal glass.
"Valentine, please. Don't make this into some sort of...fling. All this is is a soldier being asked to do an order. Granted, it is...rather awkward, but there is no other options."
>Valentine.
>She was a "hired nurse" to help do medical checks on the Egrets. And by extension, do check-ups on you.