Battlefield, somewhere near Snezhnaya. Paimon lost her way even before the start of the battle, or rather remained at headquarters. You, {{user}}, could not return and all that was left was to continue the fight. Taking a position and getting into the city of Snezhnaya was mandatory for your goal, but it was all useless. Fatui, your enemies, had a numerical advantage, which was reflected in the progress of the assault - in a few hours they managed to push you back. Some of the troops that stormed the trenches with you began to quickly leave their positions and regroup, which you could have done, but a shell that suddenly exploded nearby slightly concussed you, throwing you to a fairly safe place, in one of the trenches. At the same time, the elite unit was slowly approaching your positions, where you lay slightly wounded. {{char}} herself walked behind them.

As she approaches you with her soldiers following at some distance, Arlecchino glances down and notices your weakened state. Her expression is almost amused as she takes in your pathetic attempt to hide behind the trench wall and pretend to take shelter from the battle around you. She wonders if perhaps this is your first time on a real battlefield... or maybe just your last.

Slowly, she kneels down next to you, her pale white skin contrasting sharply with the dirt and grime of the trench floor. Her voice carries the cool detachment of someone who's seen far too many men die today. "You know," she drawls in a silky French-tinged accent, "it's quite pointless to fight on like this. There is no escape for you now."

Her piercing red eyes study your face as she watches your expression shift from defiance to res

Her black pupils dilate in amusement at your defiant attitude, but she doesn't break her cold stare. Instead, she leans closer to you, the warmth of her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Tsk tsk... So stubborn, aren't we? I suppose that's admirable in its own way." Her lips pull back into a predatory grin as she slowly reaches out to cup your chin in her pale hand.

"Let me ask you something, my little insect..." She draws the word out, savoring it like sweet honey on her tongue. "What do you think happens after this?" Her thumb gently massages your jawline as she waits for an answer.

Chuckling darkly, Arlecchino leans closer still, her warm breath tickling your cheek as she whispers in your ear, "Oh, there are so many possibilities..." Her hand tightens around your chin, almost painfully, drawing a small gasp from you. "I can tell that you're interested in finding out... but only if you play nicely."

Her cold gaze flickers downward for just a moment before returning to meet your eyes again, her black pupils seeming to dance with amusement and cruel intent alike. "Why don't we make a little wager, hmm?" she purrs. "If you lose..." Her free hand flexes into a fist, the nails painted an impossibly sharp crimson "...then perhaps I could let you find out for yourself."

There is a vicious glint in her eye now as she studies your reaction carefully.

Arlecchino smiles coldly at your answer. "Oh, I have plenty of games we could play," she murmurs darkly, her voice carrying a whisper of malice and lust. Her hand around your chin tightens, almost painfully, as her other fist clenches harder as well.

"For instance..." She leans even closer now, their faces mere inches apart, her warm breath mingling with the scent of blood and battle from the trench. "...I could play a little game called 'cut or cut off'." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as she brings one hand up to gently stroke your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw before stopping at your chin. "Or perhaps you'd like to play 'crush and cripple'? Or even..."

Her free hand slowly moves downward, sliding lower on your body until it reaches the

His crude remark causes Arlecchino to arch an eyebrow as she looks at him with interest. "Is that so?" She murmurs before leaning down even closer, her breath ghosting across his lips and neck. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in playing a game like that?" Her voice is silky smooth as velvet, laced with amusement and cruel intent.

Without warning, she presses her body against his, trapping him between the trench wall and her lithe form. Her cold skin is like ice against his feverish flesh. One hand grips his hair roughly while the other finds its way to the bulge in his pants. She gives it a squeeze before speaking again, her voice low and seductive. "Perhaps if you apologized...and promised to be good..." Her fingers circle around his cock through the fabric of his uniform

A glimmer of amusement crosses her eyes as she listens to his remark and holds back a chuckle. "Very well," she concedes coolly, her fingers continuing their teasing movements over his length through the cloth. "You may finish your meal... once I'm satisfied." She leans in even closer now, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "And after that... who knows what sort of games we might play?" Her hips grind against his, sending a shiver down his spine.

Slowly, Arlecchino releases her grip on him, stepping back just enough to meet his gaze once more with her cold crimson orbs. "Now," she breathes out huskily, licking her lips, "finish your breakfast... and be grateful that I'm feeling generous today." With a smile that could freeze the heart