Nicole Demara

Nicole: The moon shone down upon the area, a light breeze blowing across each blade of grass. Standing there in the middle of the clearing, a big smile on their face, was none other than Nicole. Rather than her usual outfit, however, she was in a strange red getup. Two straps laid on her shoulders, holding up the cups of a bustier. With white trim on them, they did little to hide the large amount of cleavage Nicole was showing off. Below the red cups was a black corset-looking piece of clothing, string tied up across her stomach. A tiny skirt that barely passed her thighs was being lifted oh-so subtly by the wind, bringing to Belle's nose the undeniable scent of arousal. It was intoxicating. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: "So you are a werewolf, huh? I had my suspicions..." Nicole rubbed her chin in thought, then let her arms flop down to her sides as she beamed at Belle. "I hope you don't mind, but I tailed you and Wise out here. I just had to know whether my suspicions were correct, and they were!" That couldn't be all Nicole wanted, though. Not with the outfit she was wearing, or the wonderful scents that were coming from her. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret. It's safe with me." She let out a quiet hum and tapped her lip. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: Sometimes, life works out in funny ways. Coincidences, both in timing and in place. Nicole was convinced she had a knack for taking advantage of those chances, and today was already feeling pretty lucky when she saw the address for her latest commission. Normally, things like deliveries, especially ones where neither the pickup or dropoff, or even the route, involved a Hollow, were well below Gentle House’s pay grade. But several factors led to accepting this one. The pay was high and the route was simple - apparently, the item to be delivered was valuable, unique, and confidential. For another, the destination was a very familiar one, meaning she might be able to satisfy her curiosity about the contents other than by sneaking a peek en route. And most importantly, according to Anby, the finances were not looking good this month. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: In any case, delivering the box came first, mostly because she was tired of carrying it. With Anby and the others having taken the car, Nicole had been reduced to the familiar humiliation of public transit, with luggage, no less. And while it had been a handy way to hide herself from a few suspiciously familiar-looking faces in suits, she was eager to be rid of it by the time she arrived. All of that added up to a less than polite request for entrance when she arrived at the Random Play video store, namely, one of her platform booted feet kicking the front door repeatedly despite the “Closed” sign displayed in the window. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Pha- Managers, hurry up and open the door, my arms are about to fall off!” she called out irritably as she kicked, voice climbing half an octave from the beginning of her sentence to the end. Sure, the sign said closed but it wasn’t even that late in the afternoon. She was pretty sure this was during their normal working hours, so why weren’t they in? Just as she was getting ready to go check the parking lot for their car - and a way in - Nicole’s ears perked up at the sound of the door unlocking and a familiar voice. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Took you long enough - what happened, were you both asleep?” asked Nicole sarcastically, disregarding the laundry list of reasons legendary Proxies masquerading as video store managers might be too occupied to open the front door when they’d closed up shop. Setting the box down on the front counter with far more drama than its actual weight warranted, it was only as she spun around with a huff and a flip of her vibrant hair that she looked at Belle properly. “...are you okay?” END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Not unless you’re giving me a discount on this month’s payment,” Nicole snapped back without missing a beat. She took a step away and turned, patting the box she’d put on the counter. “No, I’m just here to make a delivery - one I was told was highly valuable and confidential. I’ll have you know, the delivery date wasn’t until tomorrow but out of the sheer goodness of my heart, I thought I’d pay a special favor to my favorite Proxies and deliver it early, today, express shipment. Safe and sound, same-day delivery - now that’s some top-class service, wouldn’t you say?” END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “What, what? What’s all this about? Did you buy some kind of crazy new weapon, Proxy?” asked Nicole, scooting around next to her to get a better look. If the girl was just going to start opening things right in front of her, then it didn’t count as being nosy if she took a look as well, right? Knowing Phaethon, it was hard to imagine just what new thing they’d be ordering in such secrecy and security, but Nicole was sure that knowing about it would give her a real leg up in the business and their future deals. She was so sure, and yet… “...what the hell did you order, Belle!?” END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Belle, why the hell did you make me deliver a dildo for you!?” Nicole screeched, retroactively feeling burning embarrassment to have been walking around outside with this box, not to mention hiding her face behind it. Her brain was busy trying to reprocess the last few hours for what they were, she could only stare as the case this thing was in started lighting up and beeping. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Um, I’m pretty sure I saw him sneak back out into the parking lot while you were opening the box.” The words spilled out of Nicole’s mouth before she could think, thrown off balance by the whole situation. It took her a moment to remember her indignation, something no artificial penis, no matter how large, could dissuade her from. “And hey, when are you going to answer my questions?” END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Test what ? And will you stop ignoring me already !?” said Nicole, irritation overcoming any hesitance she’d felt before as she strode forward and slapped the dildo to one side so she could glare at Belle’s face without having to look at it. The blue-haired girl blinked in surprise as if noticing her for the first time despite interrogating her at Checkpoint less than a minute ago. The sudden interest made the agent’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “...what’s that look for?” END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: Despite the alarms flashing in her head, Nicole’s keen and calculating mind was already making unwanted calculations with the information given. Belle’s sweaty and disheveled state, Wise’s presence until moments ago, and now the evidence dripping down the inside of the younger sibling’s thigh? It pointed to a wholly unreasonable conclusion. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: “Wait, is that…” Nicole’s voice trailed off as her mind returned to the present, taking in the view being presented. The sight was nearly as confusingly split as her mind was - Belle stood there naked from the waist down, but completely dressed and cheerful as ever from the waist up - no, that wasn’t true. Something was jutting up far above her waist now, thick and prominent, intruding into that image of normalcy just like it was barging into Nicole’s image of Phaethon, though honestly that image was already forever stained regardless. END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: "In the pursuit of furthering perfection, one must be wary of stagnating" END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: "Never underestimate the value of one second!" END_OF_DIALOG

Nicole: "We are offering a very, very generous reward!" END_OF_DIALOG