How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

Meeting and working with a Pirate 3

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"Stop resisting.."

"Stop trying to kill me..!"

"Then stop resisting.." Was the painfully deadpan response that she got from the woman.

Crucabena could only grimace as a bead of sweat slid down her face at the nonsensical situation she had landed her ass in.

[God dammit, since when the French police took notes from Night city Arazaka police force..? Is this just a default in any setting in the multiverse or is this some sort of lazy writing that Rick and Morty would dis's at..!?]

Sadly not that she could have the charity of think of those things for long when she was fighting for her life from the relentless assault from Petronilla.

A deed extremely hard to pull off when you were actively trying not to harm the other while doing everything she could to keep her identity hidden under the mask she wore while also trying to maintain her balance on the bloody Ferris wheel that was now rolling through the FUCKING entirety of Fontaine.

Had the situation not been so bloody stupid she would have made a funny quip about how this sounded so much alike to a Pirates of the Caribbean set. To bad that if she ever get caught and found out then forget about dying like in canon, she would get Goku blasted to the moon by a very pissed Neuvillete..!

Biting her lips she lunged forward and slashed with her blade at the form of the Mareshause Phanton as fast and as hard as she could.

And she missed.....like way, way off target as her blade just swung like a club through air. Or at leas tshe thought until the sound of fabric tearing reached her ears, which confused her to no end. Only for it to turn to both thrilling curiosity and flustered horror as she realized that her blade "missed"..but the small tip of her blade did not.

And that tip had cut a series of thin lines over the white fabric of Petronillas tight shirt..one that was giving in.

"Uh oh..."

And that meant that the massive orbs of succulent, sweaty flesh from underneath spilled out with the same ferocity one would open the floodgates to the end of the world from the now open cleavage window she had so unwittingly created.

And hot damn it was a glorious sight, especially with the fact that Petronila was wearing lacy black ones...and the fabric was so strained that even in their new found freedom it still made dents on her skin. It should be noted....that the nosebleed she got was monumental.

"Oh dear, oh fuck...I am so sorry, that...that was not what I wante-"

"Oh...I see, that its a fine skill with the blade. However trying to intimidate me with it by trying to expose my body wont work..."

"W-what!? N-no! Listen, that wasnt what I was trying to-"

"I will give praise where its deserved though, however as a huntress I have already taken several practices to shed such unnecessary weaknesses.."

It was in that moment that Crucabena realized one thing she had forgotten with all the fun of NOT dying kinda stuff. About what kind of idiot she was talking with right now.

"OMG....HELP! HELP..! I AM BEEN ATTACKED BY A SEXUAL DEVIANT!"

"I am a huntress...not a sexual deviant.."

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE...! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN..!"

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Speech = "........"

Thoughts = [......]

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