"How badly do you want me?"
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While the parties that Melissa organized at the Honey Bee Inn were easily some of the most refined occasions below the plate, they evidently paled in comparison to the celebrations funded by Shinra. The company headquarters had some of the most stunning views of the city, as well as access to the best caterers, the most expensive drinks and the exclusivity of a guest list that would make the social columns of the local newspapers for the next days.
Reading about the galas was one thing – now, experiencing them firsthand was something else. Melissa thought she could get used to this, of being a part of the selected elite invited to such gatherings under Rufus Shinra’s orders. After all, getting some of the underplater figures to join the VIPs topside was a convincing tactic to sell his idea of a ‘new era’ for the company.
And she had dressed for the part – while many of the guests at the gala undoubtedly sneered at her origins or even her self-given title, Melissa obviously did not care for their opinion. Her dress was long and impeccable, adorning her figure with a dark red, gossamer-like fabric that billowed around her steps as if she was walking on air. The slit for her right leg was more than generous and the off-shoulder neckline exposed her delicate neck, the right canvas for the golden chain which had a beautiful ruby pendant at the end.
Melissa’s hair was carefully done, styled in a way to support what looked like a petite crown made of leaves fashioned out of gold. There was no mistaking her identity, after all – she wanted to make sure that everyone in attendance knew who she was, and by the looks she was getting… It had worked just beautifully.
But out of all the stares she had received from the moment she stepped into Skyview Hall, one set of eyes in particular captured her attention: Reno. He had been across the room, leaning against one of the bar counters with his usual carefree attitude, but he didn’t fail to notice her entrance at all. They had traded furtive looks for most of the evening, but never directly interacted. He was on duty – so many strangers within Shinra Tower probably required extra Turk back-up, while she was focused on networking and making conversation.
At some point, Melissa lost Reno in the crowd – but thought nothing of it; he was a professional, after all, and slipping unnoticed was probably one of his skills. It did upset her to a degree – there was no one else in the room that was half as interesting and instigating as the Turk, but then again… It was a work function more than anything. Perhaps it was for the best for the madame to stay focused.
She decided to make a break and go for the ladies’ room to retouch her make-up – the hallway was slightly more deserted, people much more interested in mingling close to the drinks than keeping to the empty rooms. But before Melissa made it to her destination, Reno emerged from one of the ‘employee only’ labeled doors, a grin on his face letting her know immediately that had been no accident.
Oh no – he had been stalking her.
She paused, painted lips turning upwards before she decided to approach him with even more determined steps. It was the first time she thought she was seeing Reno in an actual full uniform – no trace of his chest immediately visible, his googles temporarily gone. His hair was under control, reminding her of when the Turk had just stepped out of the shower, soaking wet from head to toe.
Her right hand went straight to his rat tail, fingers twirling some of the tresses around her digit for fun. Reno chuckled softly, and that made Melissa’s eyes wander back to his face – she had been temporarily lost in thought, after all, appreciating the sudden change in attire for a moment. Reno had, of course, noticed that.
“How badly do you want me?”
At his words, her grip on his hair tightened for a bit – there was a shiver that went down her spine for a second, and Melissa briefly considered the power he had over her – mere suggestions and shared looks were enough to get her blood running hot.
But he was hardly the single one with a trick or two under his sleeve.
“I thought you could tell from the moment I walked in,” she responded with a sly smirk, letting go of his hair and turning around – this time, focused on getting back to her original destination. However, she stopped to look over her shoulder, her position just enough to give Reno a lovely close-up of the dress slit. “Or do you think I chose to wear red because I’m honoring Shinra colors?”
There was a small chuckle at the end for good measure and then Melissa went into the ladies’ room, empty save for herself. She had barely made to the huge mirror when she heard the door opening again, the Turk slipping inside – and then locking it after him.
His smile was feral, his electric eyes shining bright with hunger – she was trapped, and his for the taking. And yet, for Melissa, it hardly felt like she had been captured. Oh no, she was a queen – and she was precisely where she was meant to be: about to be worshipped.
