Two young women.
Notable for their weakness. After all, they were Middles!
Clearly they were prime targets.
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"So Elly just stepped on them all in Vierge." Fei finished, with a shrug. "Said something about having to put up with being fanservice enough already. It lost her the match, naturally."
"I don't suppose I can blame her, for all that it cost her the match." Citan replied, nodding slowly. "Though, I can't help but notice that the perverts plans are getting less and less effective...after all, just rushing the arena like that? In large, obvious group? It was almost as though they wanted her to..." Citan trailed off, a puzzled look on his face. "...Excuse me, Fei." Citan said quickly, rushing off and leaving a puzzled Fei behind.
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Elly woke slowly.
What'd happened?
She remembered stepping on Bart in Vierge, and walking out the arena, still angry about having lost the match, and then...
And then the click of the camera alerted her.
She awoke to stare into Sara's surprised eyes.
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"...god damnit, Edge, how the hell did you manage to do that in the same day as..." Yuri trailed off, as he stared at the pictures of Sara and Elly in lingerie.
"Offer to give a monkey a copy of the pictures and it turns out even he can pull off a simple plan." Edge shrugged. "Put knockout gas in Vierge's O2 tanks, put knockout gas tanks on the people it steps on-don't ask me how Sten talked them into that, but somehow they're dumber than him, so I'm not stunned anyways." He grinned. "And then quick positioning and a lot of quick photos. I still like the oil painting best, though."
"...This has been entirely too good of a day for you." Yuri noted.
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Citan sighed, as he backed away from the door.
Well, at least he had blackmail material on two of the most influential people in the league.
You never know when that will come in handy. And Citan always knows when to use things to his own advantage.
