"What did you girls do...?"
Staring out at the mess that is her brothel with despair in her eyes... It's a total mess! And not the normal cumstinking, sex-sweaty mess that it is every time they close up shop... Their expensive furniture is capsized, their rich tapestries and artifacts are strewn across the floor, the bar is coated in sticky sugar, and a sun spirit of a wolf nudging up a cabine-
"Forgive me, Lady Tamamo. I was called here by Lady Corday in the hopes that I might be able to assist in repairs... We Casters have this sort of deal with one another, as you know..."
"Right...! Mr. Geronimo is just here to help me, that's all. Because Anastasia was being rude to a customer, and insisted that her frozen cunt was way better than mine! So, I butted in and offered my services, like a good slut-"
"NYET! You lie! Mistress Tamamo, Corday was not properly serving her partner! She was clumsy and slow, and her gigafat curvemeat was simply not functioning well-enough to satisfy them, so I was offering myself afterwards to make up for the shameful display-"
"And then the curtains came down when Anastasia threw Viy at her, knocking her off her partner's cock and into the candles..."
"And I tended to the Goshujin-sama while Jeanne attempted to help, but her cellulite-ridden Franceflanks only caused more destruction as they shoved her aside..."
BB is, for once, totally innocent, exonerated by the fact that her squealing bitchmoans are still echoing all the way from the Saber dorms as Salter's chosen sow for the evening...
"I... definitely splashed them with water to cool them off, but it just made them start charging their Noble Phantasms.. So I threatened to use MY Noble Phantasm if they kept it up..."
"Yuyu tried really hard to calm them all down with my song, but they only felt a little better, so-"
"I was forced to step in, away from a beloved customer, to knock them both out once they'd nearly torn up the whole place. Sorry. I knew that I should've called you, but as your second-in-command, Mistress, I thought it best to handle it myself... Drake left some time before you returned, but she was the one that delivered the message to Geronimo."
The Eight Lesser Tails are now lined up before Tamamo, who massages her temples with two fingers at the ridiculous story she's just heard. Her QUINTUPLE-COMPRESSED curves are breaking out of her kimono, she's so furious... But her voice is calm when she finally speaks again.
"So let me get this straight. You two got into a petty argument over your bodies and your specialties while customers were inside, caused mayhem in MY whorehouse, and once your colleagues finally pacified you, you had the gall, the NERVE, to ask an outsider for his help with repairs? AS IF YOU COULD HIDE THIS FROM ME?!"
All the fight has drained from them...
"Alright. Both of you in my office, NOW."
She snaps her fingers, and the decor immediately starts rearranging itself, the Ninth Tail of the Nine Tails Brothel putting her expertise to use as she sways and walks forward, calmly placing her hand on Geronimo's exposed chest.
"I'm so very sorry about this, Geronimo."
She snaps her fingers, and Kama instantly appears at her side.
"Please, take Kama. She's the closest thing I can offer to myself, and she knows how to treat kind, brave gentlemen like yourself. She'll see to it that you're... thoroughly rewarded for your assistance."
Patting him on the shoulder, she watches as he's whisked away by the love goddess, sighing and rolling her shoulders.
"The rest of you. Once this is done, we're back on the clock. Because of these two, you have to work overtime. Am I clear?"
Tamamo is a harsh taskmistress... But she gets her job done.
