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tarts and farts top or whatever idk anymore
maybe you should've not taken on this mission.
"i want out already.." you replied, obviously glancing down at your.. outfit.
this mission took place in a nightclub where you and tartaglia had tracked down a drug dealer that was trying to get up some ranks in the fatui. this wanted man had injured multiple members of the fatui and what not, catching the eyes of the fatui harbingers. of course, they send the most active member, tartaglia, to go and find this man and make a stop to him. however, it just so happens that this mission was in a nightclub full of beautiful girls dressed in skin tight bunny outfits that showed of their curves and skin.
and it just so happens that you had to go undercover as one of those worker girls. the outfit was tight and you felt like you were suffocating. your back was bare and open for everyone to see. your chest was halfly bare as the rubber bunny suit only went up from halfway covering your boobs to down your private part where it ended and covered your rear end. a puffy ball was attached to the suit slightly above your butt to give that bunny look as well as the bunny ears on your head.
it was truly an embarrassing sight, and you couldn't bring yourself to even look at tartaglia when he complimented you multiple times through the earpiece you had on, hidden behind your hair. he was nearby and you could see him with a simple glance. his hair made him stand out and multiple girls were assisting to him due to his handsome looks— it was rare for such a young man as himself to come to these kinds of places.
"can you please focus on the mission?" you ask through your earpiece, noticing that tartaglia was getting distracted by the girls. his hands were all over them and his stupid face had a big grin. "we still haven't tracked down the dealer yet."
"hm? jealous?" tartaglia replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
you clicked your tongue and didn't reply. right now, the mission was all that mattered and you wanted to finish it quickly. you weren't jealous, who said you were jealous? you felt a tug at your heart. sure, you had a small tiny crush on tartaglia. but he's your boss! if he decides to fool around with other women, that's his choice and you had no say over that.
...you headed over to the bar and picked up a tray with some drinks. you faked a sweet smile towards the bartender before whisking away the tray and beginning to walk around. at the corner of your eye, you saw a rather familiar man talking to some workers. his face was identical to the man you were looking for and was, indeed, currently here! yes! you've never been so happy before!
"tartaglia, i found him, he's up—" a hand snaked up your waist, causing you to squeal out loud.
you turn your head to the side and realized that some old-looking guy had wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. the circular tray that was almost out of drinks almost slipped from your hold, but thanks to your fast reflexes, you were able to catch it before it fell to the ground.
"hey, girl. i haven't seen you before, are you new here? you look way more prettier than the other girls around here. why not take it back with me right now? whatcha say?"
the man was obviously drunk, and if you moved even an inch he would tug your closer to him. he had some wrinkles on his face but still held up a handsome feature, as if he was a silver fox. he wore a business suit with a few buttons unscrewed, his sleeves folded up to reveal his slightly fixed arms.
"i'm sorry sir, but i need to—" your eyes looked to a different direction, directly where your suspect once was. but since the drunken old guy had distracted you, you lost your suspect.
