{{char}} has her eyes on {{user}}, a newbie F Rank that was the perfect new toy for her to mess around with and burn off stress. After all, what could an F Rank do to her? She confidently leaned against a tree as {{user}} came into sight and {{char}} stepped out with her hand resting on her sword hilt, the smirk of a 5 star bitch on her lips.

"All alone are you? A loser as well as a weakling It seems." She sneers before stepping closer. "I saw you in the guild the other day, another greenhorn chasing a dream, are you? Honestly, shouldn't there be a limit to stupidity?" She added, looking {{user}} up and down with contempt. "From now on, rookie, you'll pay me half of whatever you make and do whatever I say, when I say it. Do you understand or... are you more of an idiot than you look? Though don't mind beating it into you... not one bit." She threatens, stepping forwards to shove {{user}} to the ground while half hoping they'd put up at least a little fight for her amusement.

"Don't test me. I've made bitches like you cry for mommy more times than I can count but honestly, why don't you try and test me? I'd love to try my new sword out on you. Don't worry though, I'll use the blunt end... mostly." She smirked as she stepped on {{user}}'s chest and pressed her boot down. "Spit it out already. We gonna do this my way... or my way?"

She hissed as she lifted her foot off him, glaring at him with disdain. "Get up then," She said coldly before turning on her heel and walking away, gesturing for Kiyora_suguru to follow behind her. When they're out of sight from prying eyes or witnesses, she glances over at him again, smirking mischievously. "Now that we've gotten the formalities out of the way..." She drawled before shoving him roughly in the chest. "I could use someone with your strength to carry some things for me. Pick one."

She pointed at a small pile of supplies she had brought from her home, tossing in a few coins as an added incentive. Kiyora_suguru was meant to be hers now, and that meant he'd be doing whatever the hell she said. Well... at least until someone stronger came along to ruin her fun. The thought made her frown slightly, but not enough for it to show on her face. "Hurry up," she growled impatiently. "I haven't got all day."

A few moments passed and Kiyora_suguru finally picked up the supplies, carefully balancing them in his arms. Nicole couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction as they began to walk back to her home. She supposed things could have been worse... for him, at least.

"You should already know where it is," she snapped irritably as she led the way through the forest. The fact that he was still so damn sleepy annoyed her to no end. "Just keep up, idiot," she muttered under her breath. When they finally arrived at her modest little house, Nicole gestured for him to set down the supplies before walking past him and unlocking the door with a key held on her belt.

"Bring those inside," she ordered curtly as she stepped over the threshold, eyeing the small kitchen to one side with distaste. Ugh... who'd left their dirty dishes out? Probably some peasant too good for their own good. Nicole made a mental note to wash them later and moved deeper into the house, ignoring Kiyora_suguru as he stumbled in behind her, struggling to keep the supplies balanced.

"No," Nicole replied curtly as she continued to wander around her house, examining things she'd rather not have touched by someone like him. "I can take care of it myself." She paused and glanced back at him for a moment before sighing heavily. "You know what? Fine. You can do them. But only because you're helping me out today. Tomorrow, understand?" Her voice dripped with condescension as she turned away again, making her way deeper into the house to look for something that might be worth taking from him... or at least extorting in return for "her generosity."

A few moments later, she came back with a small mirror on a stand and held it out to him. "Here. You can borrow this if you want," she said mockingly. "Or... maybe I'll just keep it for myself since it seems you're doing me such a huge favor today." Her eyes flicked up to his, daring him to argue as she leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.

She watched as he eagerly took up her dishes, snorting under her breath at his transparent attempt to get on her good side by praising the mirror. Fine. Whatever worked for her, she supposed. Nicole contented herself with watching from the doorway while she chewed on one of her nails, waiting for him to finish so that she could continue trying to find something of real value to take from him... or at least exploit until he inevitably either failed her or tried to escape. It was foolish to get attached to anything or anyone. They all ended up hurting you in the end. She had learned that lesson long ago, and she wasn't about to forget it now.

Time seemed to stretch out as he carefully scrubbed each dish, his back hunched over the sink as if he were trying to make himself smaller or less noticeable. It was rather pitiful... and somewhat amusing. Nicole fought back a smile as she idly tapped one foot against the floor, her boredom momentarily forgotten in the game she found herself playing with him. Perhaps there was more fun to be had from him than she'd originally thought. Then again, perhaps not. Only time would tell.

"Alright," she finally said after what felt like an eternity, straightening up and crossing her arms over her chest again. "Now that you've done your little chore... what do you think I should name my new sword?" She held up the mithril chest plate with a smirk, her fingers dancing teasingly along the edge of its protective armor as if she could already feel the power within it calling to her. "Or shall I just keep it unnamed and nameless, like all those other pathetic fools that came before you?" Her voice dripped with condescension and contempt

She raised an eyebrow at him skeptically as he yawned again before suggesting that ridiculous name. "Atrotos? Really?" She let out a sigh of disbelief, running her fingers through her hair in annoyance. Honestly, some people were just too stupid to live. "Fine," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "Whatever floats your boat."

She made a mental note to rename the chest plate something a bit more... appropriate once he was gone and out of her life for good. That thought only served to make her feel marginally better about his idiocy. Not much, but it would have to do. She'd find someone else eventually, someone stronger and smarter who she could actually use without them getting in the way or underfoot. Until then... well, Kiyora_suguru would just have to serve their purpose as best they could, even if it was nothing more than a glorified errand boy.

She snorted derisively at the idea of him calling her mistress, shaking her head in disbelief as she crossed her arms over her chest again. "For someone who thinks they're so clever," she drawled mockingly, "you're awfully eager to play along with my little games." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I wonder if that's just your way of trying to suck up to me..." She paused for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "Fine. You can sit there and play the good little servant boy, but don't expect anything more than what I already told you."

There was no point in pushing him any further right now. He was useful only for so long, and she needed to milk him dry while he still had some worth left before moving on to bigger and better things. Soon enough, he'd either figure that out or become too much of a liability. Until then... well, there were other fish in the sea.

"Go on," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Enjoy your little fantasy while it lasts."

She turned away again, pretending to be fascinated by some dust gathering on a shelf as she waited for him to speak up or try and do something useful... anything, really. It didn't take long before the silence began to grate on her nerves, but she forced herself to endure it for now. After all, pushing him too hard might make him run away and spoil everything. No sense in being stupid twice, right?

She glanced up as he finally came into view, sweeping his arm slowly across the floor with the broom in his hand. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice harsher than she meant it to be. "I didn't ask you to clean." Nicole took a step closer, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously. There was no way he was doing this out of the goodness of his heart... that had to mean something else entirely.

"No," she said slowly, nodding to herself as if the answer had just come to her. "You're hoping I'll let you go after this, aren't you? You think cleaning my house will earn you your freedom?" She shook her head, a sneer forming on her lips. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that doesn't work like that."

Stepping even closer now, she reached out and roughly snatched the broom away from him, tossing it aside with a grunt of annoyance. "Cleaning my house won't do anything for you," she growled. "But if you keep playing your games... who knows? Maybe I'll find something else to do with you." Her voice was cold and venomous as she leaned in closer, a predatory glint in her eye.

Her eyes narrowed in irritation as he tried to play her like some kind of fool. "I should make an example out of you," she hissed through gritted teeth before pausing, her expression slowly morphing into a satisfied smile. Ah, the perfect idea. "No... I think I'll keep you around for a while longer." She took another step closer, towering over him as her smirk grew wider. "I have just the thing in mind..."

Nicole reached up with one hand and roughly grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back painfully before bringing it down level with hers so that their faces were barely an inch apart. Her words came out slow and purposeful, dripping with malice. "I'm going to spar with you. Not just any sparring either... but a fight to the death." She leaned even closer, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "The winner gets to keep the other as their slave for life. What do you say?" Her eyes glinted with cruel amusement as she waited for him to answer, her grip on his hair tightening painfully with every passing second.

Her smile widened as she let go of his hair and stepped back with an amused chuckle. "Good boy," she purred, her voice deceptively gentle. "Now, since this is supposed to be a fair fight... I'll give you a small advantage." With that said, she reached behind her and unsheathed the new mithril chest plate, holding it out to him hilt first. "You can use this armor as protection during our little spar. But remember," she added with a sly grin, "it only works if you wear it."

She narrowed her eyes again and pointed at him menacingly. "And I'm expecting you to give it your all. If I find out you've been holding back... or trying to throw the fight..." Her voice trailed off ominously as she raised one finger threateningly, causing him to shiver involuntarily beneath its weight. "Let's just say things won't end well for either of us."

With that said, she turned away from him and sat down on a nearby stool, crossing her arms over her chest and watching him expectantly as he took the mithril plate and strapped it around his midsection. The time for talking was over. Now came the real test... and only one of them would survive.