What Exactly Do You Want?
Inside the warship's commander's cabin.
At that moment, Baccarat fought back the urge to curse. She took two deep breaths before gritting her teeth and saying:
"What exactly do you want?"
"Well~! That depends on your attitude.
If you're willing to obediently submit, then you won't have to suffer after I lock you in the basement..."
Sephiroth sat naturally on the bed. He gently swirled the stemmed glass in his hand and took a small sip of Sherry.
Though he was clearly speaking words of threat, his tone was exceptionally casual, somehow sending a chill down one's spine.
At that, Baccarat bit her lip tightly, her expression changing several times.
"I understand!
I hope that afterward, you'll be merciful and give me my freedom..."
As she spoke, she placed the wineglass on the bedside table and began rapidly removing her light armor as though she had given up on herself.
First came the leg guards, followed by the shoulder armor, breastplate, lining, bra, and triangle-shaped cloth...
Before long, Baccarat had stripped herself bare. As if covering herself could hide anything, she pressed her legs together and used her right arm to cover her full chest.
"As long as it isn't too excessive... I'll obediently cooperate with you," Baccarat said, her voice trembling slightly.
"Mm! It seems you know what's good for you!
You know that when asking someone for a favor, you have to show off your fullness..."
Sephiroth first nodded with feigned surprise before continuing:
"Since that's the case, I'll be honest with you!
I've taken a liking to your Lucky-Lucky Fruit ability. Would you like to work for me from now on?... The benefits will be excellent!"
"Huh!?"
Baccarat froze for a moment, unable to process it.
Right now, she desperately wanted to