A Date with the Devil~ (For SuckerPunch)

[Misfit_Alien]

Not so long ago...In the mysterious land of the Rising Sun...the Frenchwoman, Emelie De Toussaint...had a DATE.



Following a harrowing yet oddly encouraging first interaction with her sponsor, Rose Gold, the newest signee to LAW's Young Lioness division, would find herself poised with a problem, a problem she was tasked with solving...This-...'problem'...fell outside of her purview of typical problem-solving. Now, she had solved many a puzzle before and was quite adept at critical thinking, as any half-decent martial artist SHOULD be...but the monumental task before her nearly caused the woman's brain to shut down from how overwhelming it truly was.

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WHAT DRESS SHOULD SHE PICK!? HOW SHOULD TALK!? DOES SHE NEED TO KNOW HOW TO DANCE!? WHAT'RE THEY GOING TO TALK ABOUT!?! WERE THEY REALLY GOING TO MAKE OUT IN PUBLIC AS 'PRACTICE'!?!?!?! WHAT WAS THAT WOMAN THINKING!?!?!

Emelie had to contain herself from having a damned panic attack. This was all too much...On her first day here after JUST moving in and BARELY surviving her first interaction with THE Rose Gold, the Frenchwoman felt several lust-filled daggers at her throat. She HAD to perform tonight...She NEEDED to rise to the occasion. She could not allow Rose to see weakness within her. She had to meet AND exceed EVERY. SINGLE. EXPECTATION...No matter how large. Her hands shook as she looked through her outfits, trying desperately to put something together...A few hours later, it was getting close to the designated meeting time. Emelie had just finished up the last of her preparations. She applied makeup, trying to 'spice up' her look to make herself look as appealing as possible, but avoiding looking like just another face at the club they'd be going to...the "area's most popular nightclub"...as Rose put it...The Crystal Ballroom. Now that her preparations were complete, she looked at herself in the mirror...and-...

Emelie's Outfit

"Hm-..." She muttered to herself. She looked...good. Damn good. She almost didn't recognize herself. She had no need to dress up...There was no reason to go and buy fancy makeup packages and pretty herself for any such occasion back home. She-...had no friends. There were no companions to spend time with outside of her own family. She resigned herself to a secluded fate, emotionally distancing herself from the cold world she felt was out to get her. She had no safe haven as an outlet to express herself or her inner beauty...nowhere to refine her charms. But now-...Rose Gold was giving her the opportunity to learn. Emelie took a deep breath and called a taxi, departing her dormitory early as she made her way to the venue...

Outside The Crystal Palace

Emelie arrived a few minutes early, knowing it'd be better for one to arrive early to a function than risk being late. Her preparedness and paranoia would get the better of her as she would now have to wait for Rose to arrive, however long that might take. Perhaps...Perhaps this was all some kind of test, and she failed just by being here. Well-...Of course, it would be a test of sorts...what kind of training is teaching her how to kiss? What kind of location is a NIGHTCLUB to be the place to practice these so-called necessary 'skills'...Emelie felt nervous. Butterflies plagued her stomach as an unending feeling of discomfort wrapped its cold grip around the Frenchwoman. She figured it'd be best to call her taxi back and head to her dorm, seclude herself in the pamphlets and informative documents that Rose had left her with for the college Rose enrolled Emelie into...

No. No, she couldn't just leave. This was her sponsor's idea...So she would remain here. She swallowed her pride as others walked by, eyeing the petite Frenchwoman up. Their prying eyes would gaze and examine her slim figure, her strange Alice-blue hair, her foreign complexion...Emelie knew she could break their bones if they tried anything, but-...She still didn't like the feeling of all those eyes on her back. This felt degrading, but she would tough it out. No matter the pressure or tension, she would keep her composure. The Frenchwoman would stick to her guns and patiently wait for Rose's arrival...silently cursing herself for every individual second that passed by until the Ace of LAW revealed herself...

[SuckerPunch]

The line to get into the Crystal Ballroom was down the block. It was one of the most popular clubs in Tokyo. The height of nightlife that catered to celebrities and the wealthy. The French woman would have to wait to get in it seemed. And there was no way a pretty young thing like Emelie wouldn't get noticed as she waited outside of the club. The black outfit she wore only increased the just as many eyes as the lovely figure it shrouded. She drew whispers from some. But direct attention from another.

A woman in red with breasts bigger than her head approached. Her hips swayed like a curvaceous pendulum. Her hair was short and black, a pixie cut that accentuated her pale skin, sharp features, and enticing almond-shaped brown eyes. She was dainty. But she approached Emelie as if she were a giant. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest little morsel." She continued to approach and showed no signs of stopping as if she were going to walk through her, like a ghost through a wall.

If Emelie let her, she'd press herself right up against her. "It's awful cold out here, don't you think? Let me warm you up and I might even let you skip the line with me." Now that they were closer Emelie could smell the alcohol on her breath.

[Misfit_Alien]

Emelie was waiting patiently, trying to stick it out by doing monotonous mental tasks, focusing on the street lights and building signs, practicing her Japanese reading skills...then, all of a sudden, a woman approached...unfortunately for Emelie, it was the WRONG woman. Emelie turned her eyes toward her, paying her the slightest bit of attention, analyzing her quickly to deduce how she should handle the situation. This woman WAS talking to her, and she WAS getting closer...Terrific. As she approached, Emelie tensed up, her heart rate increasing in speed until she caught a mere whiff of the heavy amount of alcohol radiating from the woman's lips...

Putrid.

It was almost vile enough to make the Frenchwoman hurl in response. How obscene and disgusting. Was THIS the type of person that this club attracted? What a fitting demographic. This was a terrible idea...to think Rose would have the Frenchwoman doll herself up and stand outside of an 'establishment' like this. No amount of luxury could disguise the Crystal Ballroom's rampant 'pest' problem...but Emelie would have to endure. Against her better judgment, she would refrain from using force at first, opting to politely decline the woman's...offer. "I appreciate the offer, but I must refuse...I'm waiting for someone, you see. As for the weather...the cold never bothered me. You needn't trouble yourself with me, ma'am." She said, trying to keep things as cordial as possible while keeping her distance. The closer the woman got, the more Emelie would shift away to maintain a modest distance. Too close, and she'd give the woman exactly what she wanted. Too far...and she might have a pissed-off drunkard looking to tear her to shreds. From the looks of her, Emelie could easily take her, but inebriated people were the most dangerous...and the Frenchwoman would like to avoid causing a scene on her first night in another country.

[SuckerPunch]

"Oh come on~" She slurred in a sloppy, sing-song voice. She was swaying closer. Her eyes were unfocused. It was clear she wouldn't be able to do any harm, even if she'd wanted to. But it was also clear that she wasn't getting the hint. She licked her lips. They weren't unappealing. Full and pink.

As she approached, Emelie backed away. She attempted to pursue her but stumbled. She nearly fell, then over-corrected and nearly teetered backward, before finally catching herself upright. She gave Emelie a stupid smile. She wasn't even embarrassed. The woman was wasted. "Oops!" She laughed stupidly. And then took a step forward.

She was about to press forward again before a gloved arm shot between the lady in red and Emelie. At first glance, she was barely recognizable. She was small and slender and pale as snow. The woman wore a pastel blue dress with gold embellishments. The split above her thigh. It covered everything, leaving her decent. But revealed enough that it was clear she wasn't wearing anything beneath it. Her blonde hair was put up and held back with a black headband. It was only by looking in her striking golden eyes that she became recognizable.

Spoiler

"Do you want me to handle her? Or will you?" She lilted, amusement in her voice. "She's not going to leave until one of us gives her what she wants."

[Misfit_Alien]

Thank god.

That was the thought running through Emelie's mind as an arm slipped between her and the drunken, whorish woman, whose rancid alcoholic scent plagued the Frenchwoman's senses. It took her a second to realize, but her savior was indeed Rose...albeit dressed up and looking like another person altogether, separate from the lady Emelie had met previously. She looked much different than the photos of her performing in the ring. Every time Emelie saw her, Rose just appeared like a whole new person. In this case, she looked...stunning. Gorgeous. Mighty. Sensual. Dominant...everything Emelie wasn't. This woman was a champion, and it showed, even when 'in disguise' out in public. Emelie tried to speak but held her tongue momentarily, wanting to say that she could handle this...handle the woman...but in reality-

She couldn't.

"Gh-...Please-..." She said, almost pleading while holding her breath, the situation getting to her as she felt so uncomfortable. She released a sigh of relief before turning her head away, looking a little ashamed that she had to give up total control to Rose. She was an accomplished martial artist. She should be able to handle some drunkard. And yet-...she froze. She hesitated, and to make matters worse, she was slowly losing her composure, all in front of her new mentor, who had been spectating for god knows how long. All the while, Emelie was aware of the fact that she'd only be able to dismiss the woman via a show of force...which would draw unnecessary attention and bad press her way, additionally affecting Rose Gold on a technicality due to their newfound association together. It was likely just the Frenchwoman's paranoia, but-...She didn't want to fathom the nightmare of being on the covers of magazines, tabloids, and online articles for something like this. Assault. She tried her best to remain calm despite her growing anxiety and sheer discomfort...which was slowly boiling over into impetuous irritation...She knew that if Rose hadn't intervened, she would've done something drastic and uncouth. In her cold, desolate mind, it wouldn't take long for the dirt sheets to come up with some clever little headline. Emelie was beginning to spiral. This was a mistake. They hadn't even entered the club, and she was already failing. Internally, the introverted, socially inept judoka began to isolate herself mentally as Rose went on to handle the woman.