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It’ll be a one night gig, Yelan said, you are an important asset, you’ll draw everyone’s attention. Her peach pink lips parted in a smile. No one would touch you without your permission.
For the twentieth time tonight alone, Zhongli wondered if buying that priceless, lovingly and skillfully crafted necklace was worth all of this.
True, she muses to herself, once again, the maker was from Fontaine, and over the years she has been following their work avidly. Biding her time until she could get her hands on one of those pieces herself.
Of course, in the moment it was more than she could afford, and right as she was about to give it up, Yelan had just been passing by, and offered to purchase it for her, for a price of her own, of course.
She has to stop letting herself get into these scenarios, Zhongli thinks grumpily at herself. Yelan is a perfectly reasonable woman, with an admirable skill for navigating sensitive situations with discrete and careful conduct. But that also means she is like a hounddog on the hunt, sniffing out blood in the air, and she has seized the opportunity with zero remorse.
Well, that means there would be a limited number of people to witness this embarrassment, but also, that Zhongli has to go through with it all.
Performing with Yelan in a bunny suit.
The bodice was already too tight, her breasts threatening to spill out, and the heel obscenely steep, it was only her superior balance from being a literal god that prevented her from toppling over with every step. Zhongli would never wear such flashy and absurd shoes on a daily basis.
But, to repay a debt, she is not selling her body per say, just merely her dignity and time.
“My dear,” Yelan approaches her now, her own bunny suit on, and it truly is flattering on her, hugging her curves and cupping her breasts perfectly. It is…unfortunate that Zhongli’s body is so generous, she had said, though Zhongli swore she had greedily took in Zhongli’s thighs shaped lusciously by the fish net tights and her boobs fit to bursting from their confines with a certain degree relish and no small amount of hunger.
“Don’t be so apprehensive, I’ll be there with you.” Yelan says, her voice a low, sultry purr. Nonchalantly she adjusts Zhongli’s bodysuit for her, pulling it up and fixing her bunny ears, though it hardly makes a difference in modesty.
Zhongli notices also how her fingers linger on the edges of her bodice, cupping her waist for a moment, bare hand sliding against latex, a thumb pressing just slightly against the meat of her burgeoning breasts, threatening to burst out of their captivity.
Yelan draws close for a moment, her eyes half-lidded, her pearl necklace glitters in the corner of Zhongli’s vision. It feels natural to tilt her head up as Yelan’s leans down.
However, she continues past Zhongli’s lips, and dips her mouth to her ear. “It’s time, bunny.” She squeezes Zhongli’s ass once and withdraws, taking her glaze lily perfume with her.
“Yelan!” Zhongli shouts after her, heart pounding when she raises a hand to her chest, “how impertinent.” She mutters to herself as she tries to calm herself down. Being all flustered right when you’re about to go on stage is no way a formula for success.
She stands, puts on the ornate gold and black mask waiting for her on the vanity table, and with one last look in the mirror, goes through the same doorway Yelan disappeared through.
From the brightness of the vanity room and into the darkness of a hallway, Yelan leans against the wall at the end, just out of sight of the main room, clearly waiting for her.
Once Zhongli reaches her, Yelan regards her with a sly look. She holds a hand out for her to take.
Zhongli takes the offer, daintily laying her hand in the proffered palm. Yelan kisses the back of it with a soft smack. Her eyes sparkle at Zhongli in the dim light with delight. “Are you ready, Zhongli-jie?”
Zhongli regards her for a moment through the eye holes of the mask, the dimness of the hallway is just off the side of the main room, and she can spy glimpses of the stage, hear the energy of the audience chattering. Right now, however, it is still just Yelan and her, mere moments before explosions of sound and debauchery. This space between them is enchanting, a tension simmering between just the two of them.
Giving into her desires, Zhongli dives forward, kissing Yelan on the lips. It lingers for a few seconds, their lips soft and fragrant.
When Zhongli pulls back, she opens her eyes slowly. Yelan looks just as lost as she feels, and that is enough impetus for Zhongli to go forward with the night.
“Yes,” she squeezes Yelan’s hand, “let’s go.”
Yelan nods once, and they stride forward away from the shadows, into the light.
“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, welcome to Fortune’s Favor.” Yelan declares, strutting onto the stage, hips swaying. “Tonight, we will be having a performance of a lifetime. A scintillating dance, between me and my alluring partner.” She turns, beckons Zhongli closer with a hand trailing on her chin, and Zhongli follows, spinning in a twirl and landing in the crook of her arm. Yelan supports her while she leans over backward.
“A lovely lady, proper and prim in all aspects, now here for your enjoyment tonight. She needed an outlet, a night of throwing herself away.” Yelan croons, trailing her fingers down Zhongli’s long pale neck, her fingers fluttering, drumming against Zhongli’s throat and she could feel her breath whistling out with every heightening tension and gaze following Yelan’s movements.
Hand trailing lower and lower, between the valley of Zhongli’s breasts, over the crest of her ribs and the dip of her belly button. Yelan’s satisfied smile and the of her tongue over her lips is lost to the crowd, rapt as their attention is on her ministrations.
“This is the only chance, the only performance, that is what I am led to believe, audience.” She says, her hand hooks into the fishnets, fingers sliding under the edge of the bodysuit where it delineates the boundary between Zhongli’s thigh and crotch. She could hear the crowd’s collective gasp, holding their breath, wishing they were in her position.
And she couldn’t help but think this is the best idea she’s ever had.
She brings Zhongli back up and around, steps behind her. “Cue the music.”
With a snap of her fingers, a dark, deep bass pulsates throughout the lounge. Yelan holds both of Zhongli’s hands captive on her own as she descends, sliding down to the ground with her hands extended above her head. Her whole body is on display to be devoured.
The entire treat is to watch her glittering eyeshadow, smokey glitter blending into the bright crimson, catch the stage lights. Her gyrating and thrusting by some sensual force that drives her to lust for an invisible lover. All the while, Yelan is standing over her, a ringleader, watching her and touching her. Sometimes drawing her close to allow the audience to see Zhongli gyrate against another body, humping her leg in a facsimile of ‘dancing.’
It gets to a point where the audience can only wonder whether they are having sex on the stage. Zhongli’s ass cheeks bouncing when she snaps her hips back and Yelan’s hands splaying over it. Pale on dark.
Every sway of their hips together to the beat with Yelan cradling her waist is enough fuel for their rapt audience’s fantasies for months.
Zhongli is grateful that the mask affords her an amount of anonymity, and covers her flushed cheeks. As she crouches over Yelan laid out on the stage floor, hands on her hips, and Zhongli bounces on her crotch, she can’t imagine anyone she knows personally learning of this.
The lights, the action, it rolls from her however, because of the mask, letting Zhongli move to the music with hardly a care, flourishing her hands and rolling her body.
While Yelan watches her and the audience both, a permanent devilish smile on her bright pink lips.
“I would love to have you under my thumb all the time sweetie.” Yelan purrs.
Later, much later, cornered against the vanity right just as she leaned forward to start undoing her intricate bun, her mask thrown off to the side. Yelan caged her in and spoke deep and close, reminding Zhongli of her need pulsing hot in her core.
She scents her neck as Zhongli stops what she is doing to rest her hands on the vanity table, pushing her hips back into the cradle of Yelan’s hips. Yelan lays a chaste kiss on her pulse right as her hand slips down and Zhongli spreads her legs for her. It is easy for her to thumb aside the crotch of Zhongli’s leotard and panties, slipping a thumb into her dripping wet core. Zhongli gasps at the first touch, falling forward.
“Enchanting, bewitching, I couldn’t have taken my eyes off of you, no matter how much I needed to.” Yelan says, composure in place as Zhongli flails against the desk.
Finally, after separate sopping wet passes of her thumb back and forth through Zhongli’s folds, hardly enough to pleasure but plenty enough to tease. Zhongli wrenches enough of her composure to turn around, eyes ablaze with indignation. She leans back against the furniture and glowers at the cunning hunter before her.
"Proprietress Yelan, finish what you started!" She hisses under her breath, faux tears have sprung to her eyes because she willed it, and all it does is make Yelan smile in amusement. In something that comes close to dangerous satisfaction.
Yelan reaches a hand towards her trapped little rabbit, fingers once again feeling the bountiful waist that had hers to touch all night.
"If you need it, my dear, show me. I'm willing to do," her hand slides down, around the width of Zhongli's right hip, and she shivers.
"Whatever," Yelan feels up Zhongli's wet crotch, pulled so tight she can clearly see the fat lips of her cunt.
"You need," she finishes. "But you have to let me know you really, really ." She pushes the ridge of her index finger up in the delicate, sensitive little crevice at the apex of Zhongli's sex. Zhongli whimpers and her hips reflexively grind against the offered surface.
Yelan grins wider. "What are the depths of your desperation, hm?" She presses harder and Zhongli whines louder.
"There's no depravity and selfishness I haven't already witnessed in my line of work, but a selfishness so beautiful and given this freely…" Yelan presses her thumb down where Zhongli's clit tents the fabric. "There's nothing better than this."
The harsh pad of her thumb is unrelenting, driving Zhongli further down the path of insanity. It goes in circles, rubbing over the jut of her clit and the juices of her cunt. Yelan relishes the squish as her wet arousal spreads under the fabric. It even spills out beyond the boundaries of her bodysuit as Zhongli rides her hand fervently, the most adorable flush painting her cheeks.
Zhongli closes her eyes, but she can’t keep her gaze off her needy body, grinding on Yelan’s hand, searching out the perfect angle to send that tingle of arousal through her groin. Then, again and again. More, more, more. Her desperation makes yelping cries fall from her mouth as if the vocalization will help her closer to her release.
It does help, a little, hearing her body create the wanton noises she usually holds back tight. Coupled with the loud squelching from her nethers. She squeezes her eyes tight, she’s close.
“That’s it, that's a good girl,” Yelan purrs, and Zhongli gasps, her eyes shooting wide open and rolling back, her hips jolting hard. Yelan presses unforgivingly insistent against her.
Zhongli shakes through her orgasm, her thighs and feet tingling with warmth as her pleasure overtakes her to the point it feels like her jutting clit is jerking through every wave. Then she stands trembling before Yelan, a cold breath washing over her as her mind starts to clear.
She is a sight, pale and trembling, her skin dewy with sweat. Yelan relishes it, the sight of the curvaceous, defiant woman blinking awake from her pleasure.
Zhongli clears her throat, visibly taking in how her legs tremble ever so faintly, still she steadies herself.
“Well, now that I believe I have fulfilled my end of the deal—” she says, starting to push herself to her feet.
Yelan interrupts, tutting. “Ah, ah,” with a flick of her fingers, sheer, ephemeral strings appear, wrapping around Zhongli’s limbs tightly, pulling her arms back. It forces her into a gorgeous arch, her chest pushed out and pulling her body taut. Zhongli grunts at the treatment, entangled tightly in Yelan’s Lifeline. Her chest heaves with her breaths.
“We’re done when I say we’re done,” Yelan says, tilting her head as she leans in close, relishing Zhongli’s overwhelmed whimper, “and I haven’t had my fill yet, my little bunny.”