Victory Rose Theater

[Spudr]

A/N: After some deliberation, I've decided to post (some of) my fics over from AO3 to QQ. I'll probably post daily until I run out of completed things.

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A re-interpretation of The Lusty Argonian Maid from Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

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Pyrrha stares at the door to her team's dorm. Why did I agree to this? Jaune is in Vale with Ren and Nora, so they would have the room to themselves for the rest of the day. Swallowing nervously, she takes the least few steps and opens the door. Her gaze is immediately drawn to Ruby. Oh. Right. Ruby is currently dusting Jaune's comicbook collection while wearing a black-and-white maid outfit. There's nothing indecent about the outfit itself, it's just too small and stretched to its limits, dangerously close to ripping.

Pyrrha clears her throat. "Halt right there, miscreant! What are you doing in my quarters? Are you here to steal from me?" she calls out in imperious voice, pointing Miló at Ruby. Theatrics were never really her strong suite, but has some experience and in her combat outfit she makes for an impressive sight, as befits the Invincible Girl.

Ruby spins around wide-eyed, though the corner of her mouth twitches as she struggles to suppress a smile. She immediately drops into a deep curtsy. "Certainly not, kind lady! I am here but to clean your chambers."

Pyrrha bares her teeth as she stalks closer, taking her time to admire the view in front of her. "Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?"

Ruby keeps her head bowed, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Her voice is still as innocent as ever. "I have no idea what it is you imply, mistress. I am but a poor Valean maid."

Pyrrha continues onward, now smiling openly. As she halts in front of Ruby, she reaches out with her left hand and gingerly tilts Ruby's head upwards until she's staring up at Pyrrha's face. She lowers her voice, its tone now altogether more enticing. "So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely rear."

As silver eyes meet emerald, Ruby's blush is genuine. Scripted though they may be, the way Pyrrha speaks the words makes them feel all too real. "You embarrass me, my lady!"

"Fear not," Pyrrha says, leaning ever so slightly closer to Ruby with every word. "You are safe here with... me." The last word is little more than a whisper, spoken within inches of Ruby's face.

Ruby clutches the hem of her skirt tightly with both hand and attempts to slowly back away. "I... must finish my cleaning, my lady. The mistress will have my head if I do not!"

Pyrrha steadily follows Ruby, making her back against the desk. "Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear," she replies in a purring voice, offering Miló to Ruby.

Ruby stares at the offered weapon greedily and slowly reaches out to touch it, gently caressing it before taking it into her hands. "But it is huge and complex! It could take me all night!"

Pyrrha groans internally as she sees Ruby salivating over Miló. She should have known the weapons-geek had an ulterior motive for choosing this particular scene to re-enact. "Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time." she assures Ruby. She would just have to take every advantage of the situation. Maybe even punish Ruby a little...

Ruby turns around and puts Miló on the table, where she conveniently already has a weapon maintenance kit laid out. Pyrrha, however, isn't about to let her off that easily, and she steps closer to Ruby, placing both hands on her rear and leaning forward to speak into her ear. "You must be gentle... but firm." For emphasis, she gives Ruby a good squeeze, causing her to squirm.
Ruby grins widely as she starts opening a jar of polish, only to receive a firm smack on her ass. "Did I give you a permission to start?" Pyrrha demands fiercely.

"N-no, mistress." Ruby stammers, blushing even more.

"You must take her apart first. I will see to it that you do everything just right. No matter how long it takes." Pyrrha promises.

As Ruby starts pulling Miló apart, she makes sure to take her time to do everything just the way Pyrrha wants it done. Pyrrha, for her part, lets her hands wander all over Ruby, delivering encouragement and punishment as warranted while speaking into her ear, telling her exactly what to do. For Ruby, it would be a long but enjoyable afternoon before she receives her reward for a job well done. The maid outfit, unfortunately, does not survive the ordeal.