A Queen And Her Pawn...

Though Yayoi would in no be able to tell from the behind the concealing partition, Gwendolyn's refined countenance grew a wide smirk as young Yayoi continued to shower the heiress with astute compliments. Her inflated ego alleviated her of any lingering suspicions towards the ardent servant, who was by now accustomed to Yayoi's praising. Gwen may just insist on her accepting her upcoming proposal just to keep her around.

"...*giggle*...yes, well, I may have only been a resident for a few months but my uncanny perception towards native dialects has always been one of my innumerable fortes. But onto business..." As Gwendolyn proceeded with her proposal the heiress would briefly stretch seductively showing off her shadowy curves for any lucky individual who happened to be on the other side of the folded wall. "While my career in AFW has so far been the unmitigated success it was meant to be, I do not intend to allow these victories to render me sightless towards the challenges ahead. As my reign continues to grow and prosper towards my aspiring venture, the predicaments thrust upon me may require the usage of a...helping hand, a trusted confidante, a staunch believer in my...I think you grasp my meaning..."

After some shuffling in the background the heiress would step from behind the dividing partition wearing a jumpsuit in the same manner of her entourage, though with inverted colors in a white track suit and royal blue lettering. Snazzy to be sure, but it was an outfit Gwen only intended to wear until she retreated back to her hotel and unwind properly with a relaxing bath and team of beauticians. Also the morale of her posse would no doubt appreciate the heiress wearing the same uniform as them.

"From what I've seen and heard so far, I may have found that confidante, Yayoi..." Stepping forward Gwen would place her hands on the lowly servant's shoulders to maintain her steely eye contact and emphasize her point. "I'm presenting you with an opportunity of a lifetime. A promotion that would place you right by my side for the foreseeable future. Aiding your heiress should the need ever arise and bringing glory to the illustrious Primol group. now.....what say you, Yayoi?"

Yayoi bit her lip as Gwendolyn seemed to be giving the lowly lackey some sort of show. Whether intentional or not, the fact that it was only a silhouette made it even more enticing. Her legs instinctively squeezed together but it was hard to tell if it was from nerves or some... other reason.

Yayoi felt blown away when Gwendolyn stepped out and the Zainichi lowered her head respectfully. When Gwendolyn finished her speech, Yayoi could feel herself shaking. Shallow pants escaped her lips but she wasn't going to falter.

Yayoi lifted her up and looked Gwendolyn in the eyes. "I am your tool, MaÃtresse! Wield me however you desire! If you need me to cut down an enemy, I shall be your sword! If you need me to take a bullet, I shall be your vest!" She almost felt like she was standing at attention and the cadence of her speech would give that indication as well, despite the shivering nature of her body language. Her voice did not quaver, however, even if her knees did.

"Why should the Primol name suffer an indignity because of some opponent's good fortune?! I will not allow a lucky break to stain your honor, MaÃtresse! Nor will the unscrupulous be allowed to undermine you as there are no doubt those who would bath themselves in dirt for the chance to splash some mud upon your immaculate form!"

Yayoi sighed, exhausted from her monologue. "Hah... hah.... Use me, MaÃtresse..." She said finally. "Let me dirty my hands so that yours may stay unmarred forever."

As if humbly prostrating herself before a messianic deity, Yayoi shakily stood in reverent awe of the heiress' luminosity as if a heavenly light shined brightly behind her and bathed the unworthy servant in her celestial glow. Professing her unwavering fanatical devotion and graciously accepting her auspicious role as one of the select few honored enough to be seen by Gwendolyn's side, the quivering subordinate had by now said all the right things to earn the heiress' favor.

Although outwardly Gwen exuded a warm and welcoming smile inwardly the heiress could barely stifle her diabolical expression at how fortuitous her day had become. Before her stood a hapless rube knowingly and gracefully accepting her position as a meager tool for Gwendolyn's universal usage. The advantages of such an instrument were innumerable, especially in AFW where her growing win ratio and pompous persona where beginning to earn her more detractors than she anticipated.

"...Ah, such an emphatic declaration of devoutness towards your goddes-...*ahem*...employer, warms my heart Yayoi. Our fated effulgent stars have crossed paths and intertwined our destinies. You shall have bestowed upon you the serendipitous opportunity to be my unflinching right hand in the upcoming trials and tribulations, for the sake of the illustrious Primol group...and for your dear heiress...I will need you by my side in the future~..." Gwendolyn inched closer with narrowing eyes and a lowering sultry tone in her voice. She noticed Yayoi's quivering temperament in her presence and intended to manipulate poor Yayoi to her heart's content.

"...BUT FOR NOW!!", Raising her head back quickily to a normal stance with an abrupt interruption, Gwendolyn dug into her tote bag and presented Yayoi with her own official tablet. The screen would be opened to display a detailed account of the heiress schedule and the abundance of tasks and menial jobs Yayoi signed herself up for!" Let's start with the basics~..."Gwendolyn cheeriily stated with her hand on her hips and a beaming smile on her face.

"T-Thank you, MaÃtresse!" Yayoi said, bowing humbly at the opportunity to be used as Gwendolyn's tool. Yayoi swallowed hard when Gwendolyn bent in and used her charm to cajole Yayoi further. Gwendolyn was such an enchanting woman and Yayoi could get lost in her stern but sultry gaze. She didn't, though. She didn't break eye contact but she could hold herself back if she needed to. Unless Gwendolyn gave the command, then Yayoi would do her best to show off her infatuation.

"ayiieeep!"

Yayoi hopped back a step when Gwendolyn bellowed. Her hand pressed against her chest as she stared at Gwendolyn, wondering what the heriess had in mind. However, when she was handed the tablet, Yayoi's eyes widened. She practically drooled over it as she quickly began to scan through it.

"Ahh... oh! M-MaÃtresse, it seems like you're already late for an appointment!" The industrious lackey said and showed Gwendolyn the screen with the schedule on it. "You have a match on the card circled. Ummm... Kelly Conway versus Nikolette Tessla? Oh! You had a match with Miss Tessla!" Yayoi bit her lip. There were two possible reasons for Gwendolyn wanting to see that match. She picked the one that seemed to coincide with Gwendolyn's enormous ego better. "I assume you want to see her triumph over Miss Conway so that when the time comes, you can have the satisfaction of avenging what was an obvious fluke against you in the quarter finals?" Yayoi did not know about Gwendolyn and Nikolette's tryst.

"Ah!, Oh cher! Is that truly the time?" Her glowing smirk devolving to a shocked expression as Yayoi reminded Gwendolyn of the Summer Splash match schedule as well as the current time in the lower right hand corner of the screen, the heiress tossed her tote bag into her new assistants hands as she stepped lively out the door. Gwendolyn understandably lost all sense of time while 'screening' her potential aide-de-camp, though she could hardly blame herself from being swept up in Yayois unending adulation. Stopping at the elevator down the hall, Gwen waited there semi-patiently for the lift and her assistant trailing behind her.

"You're....partially correct, Yayoi. I have utmost confidence in Ms. Engi-, pardon, Nikolette's inevitable victory over her hated rival. However, I intend to procure a...'specialized' type of satisfaction from Ms. Tesla before this trip is concluded~..." Gwen briefly blushed and hid her face to the side when she envisioned the romantic evening she had planned for her dear engineer. The heiress turned back to Yayoi with a chipper smile once her emotions settled down.

"You should be made aware of this. Weâ€ve buried any misgivings since that unfortunate bout, and Ms. Tesla has seen the light of my enveloping embrace. Nikolette is now a valued member of the Primol family, and I expect you to treat her as one of us." The elevator lift dinged open, ready to escort the master/servant to the executive lounge to view the match in utmost luxury. "Which reminds me, extend Ms. Tesla an invitation with details concerning our rendezvous. The arrangements are listed there, and I expect you to follow them verbatim.”

Yayoi caught the tote as it was lobbed in her direction and after fumbling with it, slung it over her shoulder and quickly followed the heiress. Yayoi nodded thoroughly as Gwendoyn explained the situation to her. So nikolette and Gwendolyn had a budding romance? Yayoi would certainly note that and now it seemed that she was to treat Nikolette with as much respect as Gwendolyn herself. She noted that down in her head as well.

"Ahhh, y-yes, MaÃtresse! I... I understand!" Yayoi flipped through her new tablet and quickly fussed around with the scheduling until the proper notification was sent. An email with instructions as well as a text message that she delivered on behalf of Gwendolyn. She'd leave a voice message as well when she got the chance to sneak away from Gwendolyn. Or perhaps it would be best to convince Gwendolyn to leave the message herself. A personal touch would do quite nicely.

Yayoi barely even noticed the lavish executive box when Gwendolyn brought her in. While they took their seats, Yayoi was already buried in the tablet, making sure she got down every last bit of detail to help serve Gwendolyn's every need. She was also writing out an email to Gwendolyn's parents, reporting on her own progress as well as passing along information about the heiress. It was already a lot to take in but the plush chairs they had to sit on subconsciously had her body relaxing while her mind continued to work for her mistress.