Even Dolls Can Be Blue

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Mila had just finished a rather quick match, her enthusiasm was gone as she pushed past the curtains, a scowl on her face as her aide, Claire, quickly approached from behind. Despite their efforts to only pit their master against her chosen opponents, the contract dictates she would have to fight the “undesirables” no matter how she felt on the matter. Mila was prepared to prolong their exchange but within the first minute of contact, the Doll had decided to end things quickly. She found no joy in it, nothing worthy enough to warrant a millisecond of her attention. The poor thing had to endure a full minute of back breaking submissions before swiftly tapping out to the Doll’s cruel techniques. She huffs as Claire reaches over to pat their face free of sweat. Mila quickly grabbed hold of their wrist and twisted it to force Claire in front. Her aide was obvious to her masters anger and disappointment as she tightened their hold. ”M-My lady, please wait!” She quietly exclaimed. She knew drawing attention to them by screaming or getting loud would only make it worse when they were home but she had urgent information, information she was certain would put them in a better mood.

Mila leans closer, her thumb pressing into the joint as her sinister smile beams. ”What? Are you going to beg for mercy because I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that’s not going to happen.” She coldly replied all the while keeping her smiling demeanor. She had so much malicious energy stored up and nothing to release any of it on, it might as well be here. Her thumb digs deeper, causing the aide to wince but she didn’t fight back, aware what that could bring on top of her masters unamusement: a challenge.

”It’s- it’s Mrs. Yśe!” Claire quickly blurred out. ”Mrs.Alienor Yśe, she’s formally invited you to her estate for a proposition.” Claire adds. A switch flips within Mila, her smile tugged on her cheeks as her thumb pulled it’s vile stamp from their joint, still she didn’t outright let go. ”Do you mean it, Claire? The ones on my list, that Yśe?” She asked, a hint of excitement spiked her voice as her aide quickly nodded. ”Yes, mistress. The very same. She approached near the end of your match. She stated that she’d be waiting for you at her home and would like for you to arrive in the morning.” Mila allowed Claire the freedom she so desperately craved as she fully released their hand from her grip. The Doll’s hands clasped together as she eyes her aide with her wine pools. ”I’m so happy to hear that, Claire. Perhaps if this goes well, I’ll postpone your punishment.” The very thought of earning her mistress’ ire should their meeting go sour left Claire begging for a miracle. She rubs her aching wrist as she leads Mila to the locker room to help her change.

Claire went in first, holding open the door as the doll strolled in, practically skipping as her wine gaze gleamed with the excitement of procuring a new doll. Claire urged her to be patient as she began to help them undress. The Doll herself, sways happily on the bench as her boots are swiftly yet elegantly removed. She was quickly changed into a rather frilly pink dress, adorned with overlapping frills as she skips down the hall to the car, all the while pondering what this prospect could be. Perhaps she wishes to challenge her, perhaps she has a new toy lined up for her, oh how she loved surprises.

The next Morning

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Sebastian pulled the car around to the gate of the Yśe family home, Mila in the back seat had been kicking the air, hints of her excitement oozed as her vile thoughts took over. Claire was seated next to her, pampering her face with blush as she aimed to look decent for her visit. A light purple bag, adorned with unnecessary cute stitching was filled with essentials; sat on the other side of Claire, who was prepared for most emergencies given her Masters whim. ”We have arrived, my lady. Please enjoy your visit and call for me when you are ready. I will arrive swiftly to take you home.” He assures as the door opened to release the gremlin into the wild. ”If it goes well, it’ll be a long visit, but, I’ll have Claire on standby. Would you mind stopping by that Bakery shop too? I’d like to have something sweet on the way home.” She declares, her ever present sweet tooth making itself known. “But of course, My lady.” he replies.

Mila grins as Claire and herself scoot from the backseat, her bag slinked over her aides shoulder. The Doll’s usually brisk walk was replaced by a rather swift moving machine as she hurriedly crossed the well kept lawn to the front door. Claire was quick to keep up, knowing full well that any slip up could earn her punishment later or in front of the Yśe’s depending on her Masters mood. Her aide steps up pressing the doorbell to alert them to her presence, Mila stood behind, bouncing off the balls of her feet as she leaned forward then rocked back. Her body practically itching for confrontation as

[Bearhug Goddess]

Since the Ysé joined LAW, everything has been successful. The eldest daughter, Britanny, was undefeated for a whole year and even had the chance to face the Frenchwoman, the mother, Aliénor, was merciless against veterans and the youngest, Cléophée, despite a difficult start by chaining 5 affiliation ties was in the middle of a consecutive victory... And surely ready to become one of the next lightweight icons. But the Ysé were competitive and arrogant even among themselves, it was necessary to fight to show who was the best of the three and to remain the most perfect, Aliénor had a plan.

Find rivals for her daughters, whether it was Britanny or Cléophée, her two daughters had to know defeat and admit that their mothers were the best. By chance, Aliénor found the perfect opponent for Cléophée, a specifically sadistic and rather strong woman... Yes, she was perfect to humiliate and break the ego of her youngest daughter. She didn't even wait for the end of the match to join this Mila's dressing room and give a message to one of her assistants.

"You, you work for Miss Ricci, hmm? ~ Tell her that I, Aliénor Ysé, invite her for a special sparring and much more interesting than this match... Oh, and don't be late. ~"

The French girl then left the place after sending her message and went home, joining her youngest daughter, Cléophée. The two women tolerated each other, unlike the eldest daughter who didn't like her mother at all, the youngest daughter respected her mother and wanted to be equal to her at all costs... But as always, Aliénor couldn't help but provoke her beloved daughter.

"My my, my sweet Cléophée.. ~ Everything seems to be going well for you at the moment, right? ~"

The little French girl takes on a slightly more serious and suspicious air. She knew what her mother was capable of and Aliénor knew that Cléophée never refused a challenge or a dare.

"Get straight to the point mom, what do you expect from me this time?"

The matriarch laughed amusedly and approached her daughter to stroke her hair. Was it an affectionate sign?... Cléophée was a little embarrassed but let it happen, yet everyone knew that you should never touch a Ysé's hair.

"Tomorrow... You will have a sparring match with a talented woman... So get ready and win like you usually do, okay?~"

Aliénor may have hidden her eyes, Cléophée knew what kind of sadistic and amused look her mother carried. It wasn't the first time she found herself in this kind of situation and the White Giant always got out of it... Her first defeat wasn't going to happen for a long time!

"Well... I'm going to rest then."

Following her words, the little French girl left the place to go to her room. She didn't know who this opponent was going to be but she could sense a certain excitement and amusement in her mother... She had to prepare for the worst and be ready for anything.

"Enjoy this night, sweetheart~"





The next day, everything was calmer at the Ysés. The girl was resting tenderly while the mother was awake, waiting in her living room for her guest to arrive... And the doorbell rang. It was still too early for it to be a fan or something, it was definitely Mila. The matriarch didn't let her opponent wait any longer, opening the door wide while displaying a mischievous smile.

"Welcome, Miss Ricci. ~ Please come in ~"

Of course, the matriarch doesn't introduce herself more than that and only greeted the woman she was interested in but let in the person who served as her messenger the previous day. As they walked along the corridor, Aliénor allowed herself to chat a little with the pinkette.

"I was able to attend your match yesterday and I find it sad that LAW made you face less than nothing, you clearly have the potential to dominate women much stronger and known, I can feel it in you..~"

Then after a few seconds of walking, the Frenchwoman stops at the end of the corridor. On the left is the living room, the place where she planned to spend her morning while on the right were stairs leading to an upper floor. Aliénor smiled tenderly and crossed her arms under her chest while looking Mila straight in the eyes.

"I'd like to chat with you longer but I'm sure you're eager to face a real opponent, hmm?~ My daughter is upstairs, first door on the left!~ Have fun with her and don't hesitate to break her mentally, she needs it.~"

Aliénor (not in this attire)

Cléophée (not in this attire)