The startled Maiden in the corridor is a real beauty.
Her frame is frail and busty. Tucking her flowing turquoise hair with white locks, showing her ear and leaving her neck partially unprotected, embraced solely by an indigo choker with a bright gem.
She ogles at me, up and down, acting like the combination of a drooling hyena, with a fancy peacock. Altering her posture to emphasize the prominent cleavage formed by her ample bosom, tightly embraced, and barely contained by the fabric of her fitted, brown leather corsair attire.
Her initial stupor vanishes, confidence and pride resonating with the smoked makeup on her eyes, remarked with the playful smile on her puffy bright red lips, a tonality similar to the shade on her flushed cheeks, faintly coloring crimson her smooth fair skin.
{My type of woman}.
The excited tremble coursing through her, is nigh imperceptible. Giving her the apparence of a watchful hawk, aware of her higher ground, observing attentively, searching for weakness she can exploit, before launching herself on the hunt, surprising me with her theatrical, and believable, acting skills.
"My-My A-Apologies!". She stutters with hurried frustrated panic. "I didn't mean to touch you without your consent, it was an accident!". She winks vixenly. "You opened the door and…".
"Is my fault then?". I tease. Playing along with her entertaining charade.
"No!. I!…". Terror sprouts in the Maiden's sensuous gorgeous face, looking distressed for an instant. "I wasn't…".
The sight of her fake struggle is amusingly marvelous. I will had been snarled in her web of lies. If it weren't for my previous affairs. I met a wide array of broken females. From Toxic or Possessive, to Delusional, Insane and even Psychotical Ladies.
I swiftly tap my index finger on the tip of her nose. She yelps cutely, battling timidly her eyelashes, staying demurely motionless, as if i had paused her.
{What a convenient and convincing feature. I bet many Men would sell their liver to stop the blabbering of their whining girlfriends and wives. Or vice versa. The Women not needing to hear the constant nagging of their partners}.
"Now we are even «Cutie». So don't sweat it".
"Am i sweating?!". Astonished, she touches her forehead and temples with the inner part of her forearm.
{Gullible, Innocent and Naive. Haha. She is a menace!}.
"I meant that you shouldn't worry about the event". I clarify. "As you pointed out Cutie. It was an unforseen accident".
"Oh!. Tha-Thanks for the slang lesson. My family is new in the City… , So-Sorry, you're not interested in pleasantries. I was looking for my friend. I heard she was here".
The Maiden can't take her eyes of me, which she realizes a bit late, blushing shyly, using the full extend of her prowess as an actress.
"Please, pardon my lack of manners!". She holds the edges of her skirt, performing a graceful bow. "My name is «Bridgette Kerran». Eldest Daughter of the First Almirant Commodore of the Nascent Aero-Sub Nautical Fleet of Clamour City. May i know your Name?".
{The last fact of her sentence wasn't acted at all. She truly is proud of her father being recognized. Like me, when i heard the old man was promoted to Colonel. Though i only reached Lieutenant}.
"Vurckair Vecturion".
{Should i perform a reverence too?}.
Vestaria appears behind me, touching my shoulder possessively. "«Britt». In Clamour, aside the Husbands or Wives that are above you in Status. You should bow to no one… , Remember you are not longer a simple Corsair. «Others may cut off your legs, but you will never bend». Understood?".
I glance Vestaria's grip, knowing she is jealously marking territory. It could be due to my charms. But is evident there is a lot more to it.
{Perhaps there is a way to bring back the «Mirror Me». But i know too little to have a real grasp of my situation}.
Bridgette nods rapidly. "I'm sorry «Ria». I got really nervous around your handsome husband, and i acted out of habit, doing what i am more familiar with".
My smuggling grin displeases Vestaria, rolling her eyes, though it's not for me, if not due to the lady's behavior. "Britt. This Ripped Dummy is my Little Brother. You know i will not have a Husband. And «For Avrora's Sake», stop acting…".
The Corsair Actress is convincingly appalled by the accusation.
However, a new party goes out from the opposite door, speaking scornfully before Bridgette can retort.
"«Pretending» is all what a pirate who stinks like rotten fish can do". Says an impertinent, stunning, arrogant Maiden of dark wine hair, covering her mouth and nose with an embroidered handkerchief.
The exuberant luscious curves adorning her silhouette, are sensual without being vulgar, a strange disposition, considering how revealing and suggestive her dark brown scaled bodysuit is.
I smell excessively and exaggeratedly the neck of Bridgette. "Lovely, «Fresh Mint». It suits you Cutie".
Bridgette's lips crack in a smile, a genuine smile.
I swap my gaze, observing the peach glowing irises in the immaculated face of the conceited and irreverent damsel.
Our stares clash, but i hurdle my hand, stripping her of the handkerchief, falsely sniffing it, making a grimace of disgust.
"Gross, you know it has to be changed daily, or every couple of hours, right?".
I question spitefully, though is a rhetoric inquiry, not pretending to wait for the Lady's answer.
Violently closing my fist, burgundy light is emanated from my palm, igniting a flame on the fabric. The scorch is extremely fast, in an instant, incinerating the clothe, and turning it into cinders.
"Is there still a bad smell?". I mock. "If so, wash your nose".
She maintains her gaze, nonchalantly disregarding me, articulating her sentence towards Vestaria. "I'll join you on your trip, «Sister-in-law». I'll be at the entrance. Don't make me wait".
She leaves, and just like i did, she doesn't give Vestaria the opportunity to respond or complain.
"Vessa. Can you explain?".
"What is there to elaborate, Vurck?. You are the only «Pure Scion» of our Venerable Father".
"Meaning?".
"You are obligated to marry a «Pure Heiress» as your first Wife".
{Pure?}.
"Vurck. The Vecturion House has a long lasted arrangement with the «Sunderzen House», in which our family provides the Males and «Her» family offer the Females".
"I suppose this is mandatory".
"Indeed Vurck… , and if it wasn't obvious, you are engaged with «Seinnissia»"…