The two Scarlet Women Fairy Tail Male reader X Erza Scarlet X Irene Belserion

Chapter 40!

Y/n woke slowly, the tendrils of sleep releasing their hold with a reluctant gentleness. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the closed window. The first thing he noticed was Irene, her silhouette framed against the soft glow, seated at the dresser. She moved with a quiet grace, combing her long, crimson hair, each stroke precise and deliberate. The rhythmic motion was almost hypnotic, the brush gliding through her tresses like a whisper of silk.

She reached for a small jar, unscrewing the lid and dipping her fingers into the creamy contents. With deft movements, she began to apply makeup, adding subtle touches that enhanced her natural beauty. The sight was both intimate and mesmerizing, a rare glimpse into her private routine.

"Morning," Irene said, her voice soft but carrying an undertone of alertness. She caught his reflection in the mirror and turned slightly to face him. "How well did you sleep?"

Y/n stretched, feeling the comforting weight of the thick elderdown over him. "Well enough, considering everything." He propped himself up on one elbow, watching her with a mixture of admiration and curiosity. "You?"

"Restful, surprisingly," she replied, a faint smile playing on her lips. "The bed here is quite comfortable, more than I expected."

He nodded, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "So, how do we proceed with today?"

Irene put down the makeup brush and turned fully towards him, her expression serious but not devoid of warmth. "We'll start with breakfast. It's important to have a good meal before we move forward." She paused, her eyes meeting his. "After that, we'll head to the brothel."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued but not entirely surprised. "The brothel? That's our next lead?"

Irene nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Yes. It's where we were told to go. The Velvet Fang. It's a common gathering spot for members of the dark guild we're investigating."

"How do you know?" He asked and Irene merely motioned to her lacrima cristal. "The Alvarez empire has its ears anywhere it sees them necesary."

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor against his feet. "Alright then. Breakfast first. Do we have a plan for the brothel?"

"We are to meet up with our informant," Irene said, standing and smoothing out her dress. "But be prepared for anything. These places can be unpredictable."

Y/n nodded, standing up and starting to get dressed. He watched as Irene moved to the window, chanting softly in the old language. Her voice was a melodic murmur, and he could see the air shimmer slightly as the spell took effect. The window opened, and with a flick of her wrist. Watching outside she noticed the thick layer of snow on the roof. "That much snow at this time of year?" She questioned confused.

She closed the window with a final word, sealing it shut. Turning back to him, she flashed a quick, mischievous smile. "Ready for breakfast?"

Irene nodded and stood up, moving to her wardrobe. Y/n watched as she began to dress, her movements fluid and deliberate. She pulled on her iconic outfit, an ornate black and white dress that hugged her curves and flowed gracefully around her legs. The dress had a diamond cuttout showing her underboob, adorned with intricate patterns and lined with golden accents that shimmered in the morning light.

First, she slipped on her high-heeled thigh high boots, the leather creaking softly as she adjusted them. Next, she secured the bodice of her dress, tightening the laces at the back to accentuate her slender waist. The dress had a makeshift skirt with just a front and back that let her thighs show slightly at the hips, giving her an air of regal elegance. Last to come on where her long sleveed black gloves.