𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞

"TWO SHOTS OF VODKA..."

You watched Sasha drown herself in multiple shots of vodka, amazed on how she isn't drunk yet. Sasha finally broke up with Niccolo. Now she's celebrating her new beginning.

"To be honest, I only liked him for his cooking." She leaned against you for support, signaling the bartender to get her another shot. But you declined it because she's drunk enough.

She pouted but didn't push it further. You saw Armin and Eren walk in with the rest of the group. You waved them over at the table, starting up a conversation with everyone.

Mikasa sat beside you, thighs almost touching each other. You put your chin on her shouler, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. She smiled, putting her head on top of yours.

Armin came back, holding a tray of drinks. Sasha reached out for another alcoholic drink but threw a fit when handed water and some bread. Armin clapped his hands together, showing a bright smile.

"Guys I want you to meet one of my old friends."

"Armin, I'm not that old."

You froze at a familiar voice. You moved your head off of Mikasa's shoulder and stared in disbelief. It's Yelena. She turned towards you and smiled but you knew it was fake. You felt sick suddenly.

"Hey Mika, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back soon."

You stood in front of the mirror, trying to catch your breath. Relaxing is the key but with Yelena knowing your friends. That's one way closer to her knowing who you are. You heard the door open causing you to stand still. The sound of high heels boots echoed making you cringe at the noise. You looked up gaining eye contact with the person.

"Yelena"

"Y/N darling. It's been too long since I last saw you."

She stood beside you, observing herself in the mirror. There is a long silence. You watched in dismay, not getting what she wanted.

"What do you want from me?"

The question made Yelena laugh. She turned to you, practically have you cornered against the wall. You can drown in her perfume. It's too heavy.

"Y/N Sato. The oldest of 6 siblings. Born in Japan but moved to Germany because mommy and daddy had a divorce. Daddy became an alcoholic and went to rehab. Mom got remarried. Lived with your drug addict abusive step father till you got kicked out because he blamed you for his own addiction. Just want to be special, hm?"

You stared at her, trying to process how she got this information about you but she continues on.

"Moved back in with your father and his new wife. Mommy fought custody of you but ended up not winning. Graduated high school barley with them horrible test scores. Currently in college right now to major in (whatever major you want) but works as a cam girl on the sidelines."

You stayed quiet, eyes still looking everywhere but Yelena. Honestly, in this situation you would've cried but your past really don't affect you as much. You kinda numbed it out of your head.

"Been working as a camgirl since the age of 20. Successful pleasure men and women from different countries and haven't told mommy or daddy. How come?"

After you started college, your parents stop contacting you because they were starting new families. It was always like that growing up.

"Why are you doing this?"

"To make you my personal slut. Hange already told me you don't date women but that's fine. "

She tapped your chin, making you look at her.

"No more Hange. No more perverted men or women. How about me and you, hm?"

You just stared at her, not knowing what to say. You like working as a camgirl but working for someone isn't your type of fun. Especially if that person is Yelena. You felt something slip into your hand as she walked by you, leaving the bathroom.

Just think about it. Here's my number

xxx-xxx-6380

~ Yelena