Fart story one-shots 2!

Nilou's Bubble Bath: Prologue

"Such grace! Nilou, we must have you at our private party next week."

"Ah, I'd love that." the dancer politely smiled. "But I think I'd have to check my schedule. Could I get back to you once all this is over?"

With a practised wave and a disarming smile, Nilou slowly but surely waded through a mass of pleading requests gathered outside her stage's exit. The festival had long gone into full swing before her performance, and thus the end of her dance only served to intensify the revelrous rush felt by every single attendant.

As soon as the curtain fell, Nilou had become the festival itself. Her casted gaze washed through everybody at once the instant her dance began, yet not a second longer did it linger upon any single person. All became her audience, none of whom demanded more than the other. And even after it was over, Nilou still carried within her the very soul of the festival, stolen away as if the thief herself had always been the rightful owner.

"Aha, it would certainly seem that my investments had paid off." Dori appeared before Nilou along with a squad of armoured men. A snap of her fingers sent the group forward, directly meeting the still-grasping crowd of folks behind Nilou. "Easy on them! Any loss of business from your handling of this will be directly docked from your pay!"

Dori threw a scowl up towards her mercenaries.

"Goodness. Remind me again why you don't hire your own protection from your fans? You better be glad I took it upon myself at the last second to spare some change." the merchant mused. "Then again, you've more than doubled the amount of Mora I had initially put into this whole festival!"

Nilou shrugged. "I would've done it for free."

"Now now, let's not go entertaining such thoughts." Dori peered up behind her glasses. "I'll tell you what, why don't you go enjoy yourself out there? You've earned it, and don't worry about the cost, just tell them to tab it on me."

"Really!? You're too kind!" Nilou clasped her hands around Dori's, shaking it up and down. "I'll be off then! See you around Dori!"

The merchant watched curiously as Nilou hurriedly rushed off, her hood pulling back to reveal decorated waves of scarlet hair.

"Huh. And I thought she didn't like dressing up too much, wonder where she's running off to." Dori squinted, then brushed off the thought. "Ah well, 'tis not my business. Now, where's that head of the theatre, he and I have got some talking to do about that dancer doing tours 'round Teyvat."

...

Nilou weaved her body through crowds upon crowds of people. Her naked feet came down light as feathers, easily carrying her through the twists and turns of queues and onlookers of the festival. And as she made her way through, her eyes continuously searched around, searching for an outfit that didn't quite belong to the Sumerian style.

And more particularly, a floating companion that was much too cute for its own good.

"...you know, Paimon thinks that waiting in the crowd won't help Nilou find us at all!"

Nilou perked at the undeniable lingo. That distinct voice addressing itself in third person. She turned at the sound, finding Lumine and Paimon pushed and shoved this way and that by the ongoing flow of people.

"Oi! Watch it! Ah! Ahhh!! Traveler! I'm getting-"

A pair of hands reached for both Paimon and Lumine, grabbing their outstretched arms and pulling them close.

"Hold on tight!" Nilou resumed her seamless movements through the festival, dragging the duo behind her who struggled to keep up with the dancer's pace.