["What a perplexing prize. Your beauty threatens to overwhelm me, but...giving away a person as a prize without even considering her feelings--this is an injustice."]
["You said that you will only do or say what I want you to. Then I want you to tell me this: if you were able to choose, right now, without any consequences--if you were free to follow your heart's desire, what would you do?"]
[Let her do it.]
[If she can't answer, put the cloak back on her and have her sit somewhere so she can calm down.]
You want to take her. You want to wrap your arms around her and caress her soft body until the world ends. But you can’t. You shouldn’t. This is too unnatural, too sudden. Despite all the internal shouting of your male hormones to tear those ribbons off and get her on that bed as fast as possible, you can’t bring yourself to do it. Being given as a prize? What is Remilia thinking?! How can such a cultured and refined mansion treat someone as important as the head guard like some kind of sex slave? She’s nervous for a reason, and though you still don’t know exactly what it is (though you’ve got a pretty good guess), it can’t be anything beneficial. You don’t want Meiling to feel uncomfortable with this situation, because her discomfort can easily become yours, especially if you get intimate. But what to do now? The words come out of your mouth seemingly from nowhere, confident and resolved, even though your inner self is anything but.
“What a perplexing prize,” you whisper, both to yourself and to her. “I must say your beauty threatens to overwhelm me completely, to where I cannot think. But…giving away a living, feeling person as a prize without even considering her feelings? This is an injustice.”
Your guest remains silent and unmoving. Because she was instructed to, or because of her impending fear? You look up at her eyes, forcing your gaze to not dip lower, and continue on, still not entirely sure of what you’re doing, but knowing in your heart that it’s right.
“You said that you can only do or say what I want you to. That there will be no anger and no consequences for my actions. If this is truly the case, then I want you to tell me this: if you
could choose right now, without any anger or consequences for your
actions…If you were free to follow your heart’s desire…What would you do?”
Meiling still looks very cautious, but now confusion has been added to the mix. She can’t bring herself to meet your eyes, and only looks vaguely downwards with a vacant stare. “I-It’s not about me right now. It’s about you. Just you. Prizes don’t get to choose how they’re given.”
You’re not going to get off so easily, and continue your inquiry. “No, I’m making
it about you now. Pretend our positions were reversed. No matter what you do, I’m not going to get upset over it; I swear it on my life that I will not. I want to do what you want me to do. What would you choose?”
She’s shaking her head ever so slightly, unable to decide what she wants, or why you want her to choose her own path. Her voice seem to be stuck on a single indecisive syllable. “I-I…I, I just…I…I…”
She suddenly runs over to you and kisses you full on the mouth, arms wrapped tight around your chest. You almost stagger backwards from the impact. Her breathing is deep and labored as she draws out the kiss for much longer than you expected, the seconds drawing close to minutes. You try to remain focused even though you can feel her warm breasts pushed against your body. Should you hug her back?
And then as suddenly as it began, it’s gone. Meiling staggers backwards, herself not sure just what happened. She’s holding her head in disbelief, tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, it’s just…j-just…it’s been so long, I…jus’ wanted-ed…w-wanted to…”
She crumples onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, both hands in her face. You kneel onto the ground next to her, tentatively putting a hand on her shoulder. She’s shaking something awful. Her words are barely distinguishable amidst the rain of tears and cries she is now emitting.
“W-Why? Why d-does…does this always-s-s ha-happen to me? ‘G-Go work the night sh-shift, Meiling,’ ‘Play a game w-with me, Meiling,’ ‘C-Come t-t’ dinner, Meiling,’ ‘Put th-this on and wait in-n’is room, Meiling.’ She does this e-every, every time!”
You pat her shoulder compassionately and drape the cloak back over her shivering body, consoling her as you do. “There, there, don’t cry. It’s not your fault; you don’t have to do this.”
“But I do!” she cries, finally looking into your eyes, tears and frowns marring her lovely face. “I, I have to! Remi-Remilia’s the mistress, I have t-to, to do what sh-she wants! She g-gives me a j-job and a h-home and foo-od, I can’t-t-t go against her!”
“Why? You’re a free woman; why do you take this? This isn’t a job; this is slavery! Remilia’s whoring you out to me for her pleasure and mine! What about your
pleasure? What about your
freedom? Fight back!”
That look in her eyes, those beautiful, round eyes…It’s so pitiful it almost hurts. She honestly believes what she’s saying. She honestly believes that Remilia has to be obeyed, through and through. Even though she’s struggling on the inside-even though you can tell she doesn’t like it-on the outside she simply doesn’t have the will to fight back.
“I…I can’t. She…she just…I can’t leave. I have to stay here.”
You want to comfort her. You want to kiss her and hold her and make all the bad feelings go away. But you can’t. You said you wouldn’t. All you can do is sit there on the ground with her and be a sympathetic presence. She cries softly for a few minutes more, saying nothing, and you remain silent as well. Finally, she sniffles and motions towards the bed.
“So do…umm…Do you want to, umm…with me?”
“I will only if you want to, and nothing else.”
“N-no. Not really. I just…I, I’d like to be alone for a little while.”
You nod and stand up. “I’ll leave.”
She gets up quickly as well and tries to stop you. “No, no! I’ll go, ‘s your room, I don’t want t-to be a bother.” You try not to notice that the ribbon around her chest is dangerously close to slipping off now.
Both of you stand there silent for a spell. Even though Meiling said she would leave, she seems very reluctant to start moving. A cold wave sweeps through your torso; the spectacles again? Before you even have time to touch your pocket the feeling is gone again in mere seconds. The last time they went back to normal, it was because Sakuya manipulated time; does that mean she just did it again? You wish you knew more about how those things worked, even though you picked them up out of nowhere.
[ ] Let Meiling leave; write in your journal, open the mystery envelope, think about what just happened, etc.
[ ] Leave the room; she’s in no fit state to be moving around. Go to…? (Write in your destination)
[ ] Stay here with Meiling; she really shouldn’t be alone until she’s better emotionally
[ ] Go with Meiling to her room; familiar surroundings might be better for her, and she needs a friend right now
[ ] Her psyche is too fragile to damage further; you need a specific plan (Write in your actions)
This post made me laugh. If you were joking, it is a good one. If you were being serious, then you are part of the problem, not part of the solution. >>21018
And for this post, you have my pocketwatch. >>21037
Seeing through the false woman does not mean there isn’t a true woman behind her as well. It is good that you care about her feelings, and I am sure she will thank you for it when the time comes.