Chapter 38: Chapter 37

The wound, now stitched up, wasn’t life threatening, so she staggered home with Filnon and got put in bed while the woman made her some chicken soup to speed along her recovery. It was nice, being doted on by Filnon like this, and a girl could get used to such a treatment. But there was also important stuff to talk about, so half way through the soup, Estaria broached the subject.

 

“Friends are good” was the starting exclamation. To which Filnon nodded cautiously, but stayed quiet to encourage further commentary. “And the Witches are our friends. I, had a thing today where my brain just called them my Sisters without even asking my opinion first, so we are friends now” Estaria continued. 

 

Sensing where this was going, Filnon would keep silent and just nod along, letting Estaria get it all out. Estaria seemed aware of the situation as well, as she got a little more stammering and awkward with her words as time went.

 

“S-so, we s-should, make. Some work. To, be nicer to them?” Estaria finished, flopping completely in the face of Filnon’s withering stare. Clearly it wasn’t just something she could do, or she would have done it by now. However, a few seconds of silence passed before Filnon sighed and nodded. 

 

“I promise nothing, but I will make an attempt to mitigate the feelings I have towards them. Spending some more time around them should help” Filnon stated, blowing out a breath and taking away the bowl once finished.

“Definitely if it is Fukuri. She’s such a loveable little thing, you can’t help but want to help” Estaria exclaimed, leaning back and shuffling more into the bed. 

 

“Mm, that one is certainly diligent if nothing else. But if I am doing all this for you, then you are going to do something for me” Filnon would then lift the covers and get into bed with Estaria, to her great shock.

“....I hope you don’t expect anything” Estaria warned after she recovered from the shock of the move. 

“I expect you to be warm and cuddly. It’s been a while since I actually got to sleep, it’s hard staying still for that long. But if you are here, then I can handle it” Filnon replied. She started out coy and playful, and then surprisingly became pretty emotional towards the end. It killed Estaria’s complaints, and she just settled down to be a support teddy.

Filnon was not kidding about her issues either. She was restless and never properly settled, though Es couldn’t tell if Filnon was enjoying her dream or hating it. The noises she was making and the squirming going on could have been either. The morning came, and Filnon woke groggy and sweaty, quickly departing the bed to go get cleaned up, a haste as if trying to avoid Estaria seeing her like that. But Es had been awake the last hour, watching Filnon’s troubles. Seemed everyone had their issues in the world, and everyone had their way of dealing with those issues.

 

Getting up and stretching, she had recovered well from the wound of yesterday, but still felt a bit stiff. While Filnon was getting cleaned up, Es prepared breakfast and ran a few maneuvers, before going to a C-rank Dungeon after breakfast to really stretch out. That last one really helped, and she regained the spring in her step when she got back, giving Filnon a jubilant smile. 

 

“So, I think I remember being promised a new uniform~” Es cooed, to the more awake Filnon.

“Mmm. Go get cleaned up first. No point giving you something like this when you are matted with dirt and blood” Filnon replied, glancing over Estaria’s body for a moment.

“Shoot. I completely forgot about that”

 

Scurrying away to get cleaned, Filnon was stood outside when Es came out, and lead her to the dressing room. Taking her time, she combed Estaria’s hair, applied the makeup, and then took off her collar. The last bit was a bit startling, and fluttered Estaria’s heart to see. Surely she wasn’t going to make some kind of radical announcement out of the blue about freedom or anything. 

 

Massaging and applying a cream to the bruised flesh around the collar, Estaria hadn’t realized how stiff her neck was until the damn torture device had been removed. But now, with a fanfare of crackles, clicks and crunches, she rolled her neck for the first time in weeks. With that extremely cathartic action accomplished, a new collar went on. Far from the harsh, stiff metal of the one before, this was a supple leather with velvet lining, allowing free movement of her neck without getting in the way. The leash ring was small, and delicate, hanging below the nameplate. A good yank would take it clean off even if Estaria wasn’t superhuman. A showcase of the owner’s trust in their slave. 

 

And just to prove that Estaria really had been paying attention, there was a large nameplate, red letters on a black background, that read ‘Estaria’. Overt and clear for anyone to see, she’d not have to worry about anyone calling the wrong name, regardless of what the arena called.

 

“How much did this cost?” Estaria asked, a slightly incredulous tone. The leather was good quality, and velvet was hard to come by in a cold, decadent society. 

“Not enough to adorn your beautiful figure, that’s for sure” Filnon replied, winking to Es through the mirror and making her blush. Then came the makeup, more starting and vibrant than before. A focus on elegance and decorum rather than shocking, bold, eye-catching stuff. Filnon took care for this application, which made Estaria crack a coy grin by the end of it.

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“Is this my new uniform? Just a killer collar and some amazing face paint?” Es asked, giving a soft chuckle.

“Yep. Should really catch their eyes, huh?” Filnon replied rhetorically, stepping away and leaving Estaria to sweat. Turning around, she would look look at Filnon with a little bit of desperation. 

“You…you are serious? I, you, want me to go out like this?” Es asked, a slight shrillness to her voice.

“It’ll attract attention, for sure. You’ll be the talk of the city by the end of the week” Filnon casually replied, heading out of the room.

“You can’t do this! I need to wear something!” Estaria exclaimed, stalking after Filnon, who turned around and pondered.

 

“Well, if you are adamant about it, I might be able to go find something. Get back up on the step, I’ll be a minute” Filnon cooed, heading deeper into the house. Estaria, stood awkwardly for a moment, blushing at the lack of clothes, and darted back into the room before anyone passed by the window. Standing on the step, looking at the exotic beauty in the mirror, Estaria started to squirm. She was so intoxicating, so gripping, it was hard to look away.That sultry, half-lidded stare she had would fire anyone’s blood, and the way her hands snaked down her body, just slow enough to tease…Estaria’s toes curled watching it. 

 

“You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

 

The same words, same inflection, same tone. But, so very different situation. And so very different reaction as well, as Estaria let out a sharp yelp and leapt across the room. Filnon just watched before letting out a snort of laughter.

“What was that?” she asked between bouts of giggles.

“You startled me!” Estaria shouted back, pressing against the wall for support as her heart hammered away furiously. 

“Maybe pay a bit more attention to what’s going on, and a bit less attention to yourself, hmm? Though I can hardly fault your taste” Filnon would then gesture for Estaria to come back to the step, and after a few seconds to get her body working again, and trying not to show the results of her quick auto voyeurism, Estaria got back up on the step, and let Filnon get to work.

 

“This is all I could find in such short notice, sorry” Filnon said, slowly adding the clothes. She was being far crueler with it, gentle strokes and seductive teasing driving Estaria wild, making her head spin and her breath heavy. Or, maybe she was just super sensitive right now and Filnon was not doing anything different. Whichever one it is, Es could hardly focus with her body burning as it was, and needed a little shake from Filnon to snap back to reality.

 

Of course, that didn’t help at all. The outfit was red leather that was sultry and provocative without being outright lewd like the last one. It left open enough to entice, but covered enough to leave a lot to the imagination. And ooh, boy, was Estaria’s imagination running wild. It was her body, she didn’t need to imagine anything, and yet here she was! This streak of wild narcissism was not something she expected in the morning, but it was hard to break out of. 

 

So to have something other than herself to talk to, she turned to Filnon and took a calming breath, not that it did much.

“Heels? I am to fight, in heels?” Estaria asked, gesturing to the red four and a half inch satin heels that had been slipped on. 

“They have a core of steel and a bit of tapering so they won’t break easily. And you can even stab someone with them if you want. Plus, training to keep you on your toes, so you can learn out secrets later” Filnon explained, nodding softly.

 

All this was too well cut, too well made, to just be something she grabbed out of the wardrobe…

“You were never sending me out naked, were you?” Estaria asked, looking anywhere, but herself. If she didn’t see it, it didn’t exist.

“Of course not. It’s not that cold, but still cold enough to be extremely uncomfortable without anything to wear. Plus, it’s the opposite of the image you want to portray to go out wearing nothing. No; Tara is a woman of style and elegance, not just some plucky backalley toy” Filnon would exclaim, exiting the room and crooking her finger to follow.

 

“Now come on, we’ve got friends to meet”

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