Live To Serve (For Scourger)

It was another night of entertainment and debauchery at the Astley mansion, located on the relative outskirts of Kyoto. Since arriving in the land the esteemed Madame of the mansion known as Courtenay had wasted no time in bringing her western form of earthly delights to many who were brave enough to enter. The staff had been comprised of her adopted ward Isabella who acted as the leader, some of them long time workers of hers and also a number of teens from the local Kyoto area. Courtenay had even managed to get those without a home themselves to sign on up giving bed and board in exchange for helping around the house.

Courtenay was watching tonight's events unfold from her office looming over the foyer, giving her a bird's eye view of the place. There was a professionally built wrestling ring in the middle, to entertain the customers they regularly had bouts of professional wrestling in the evenings. Sometimes they had rookie wrestlers fight each other to get endorsed by Courtenay, sometimes......they got fed to the head of the staff Isabella for entertainment and a good paycheck. It was one of those nights that Isabella was to be fighting again, she made sure that all her workers knew how to handle themselves in the ring.

Currently the most loyal one was standing in the back of the foyer, behind a rudimentary entrance curtain. Dressed in a black and white leotard of hers that she was often known for with a short black skirt around the hips, Isabella topped it off with a pair of black toeless leggings. Since no local wrestlers signed up for tonight it was time for the staff to take it upon themselves. "Right then everyone, you know the score and how this works. You've all been around long enough, draw your lots and we'll get to work." Isabella said, her tone was usually monotone and forward in interactions with customers. To the staff? The most loyal one was warmer, not motherly but certainly encouraging.

With a nod of her head Isabella would saunter out the curtains to a roaring applause, the entrance ramp was elevated above the bodies of the people in the foyer. Isabella calmly surveyed the area, giving a brief nod as she strutted calmly towards the ring and lept over the top rope into a forward roll before unzipping her skirt and tossing it into the crowd and resting herself at the front of her corner and letting her magnificent booty be on display for alllllll to gaze upon~

Ever since he received a fateful email offering a gig at the Astley Manor, Daichi snooped around, he wasn't one to turn his face when an opportunity to make some hard-earned money came. It's been almost a whole month ever since, and he had to say that he didn't regret it one bit! He managed to get known with the clientele pretty well because putting on a skirt wasn't beneath him, earning him some charisma points! And it was pretty much the same with his fellow servants, he tried to keep them all smiling and cheery with his silly antics in between their work hours, his success at doing so were... varied, but he took his troubles for their happiness enough that he was beloved and respected in his brief time there for sure.

Then came his boss; the Lady herself, Courtenay-sama was an imposing lady that sent shivers down his spine the few times he's been on the same room with her, let alone addressing him. it also probably didn't help that she was just drop dead gorgeous. Speaking of, the head of service, a familiar of hers that seemed to be almost like a daughter to the mistress, was a serious kinda gal that Daichi came to appreciate, she was pretty formal and demanding with him, giving Daichi an earful more than a few times when he was just starting and screwing up or fooling around. But also it was apparent how much she cared for the employees. Reminded him a bit to his dear sister, or his sweetheart Adama, hard on the outside, but warm on the inside even if she wasn't one for feelings. As a result, he came to appreciate and respect her the most in the Mansion, giving his best to be worthy to work for her.

Which, brought us to tonight's event, it was his first time participating in a match against the Most Loyal one of all people! How you may wonder? It wasn't like he flaunted his job as a wrestler around, nope. It was merely chance, he got a number from a lot which... Was oddly enough, one that was given to him by the attractive head of staff herself, and happened to be the one selected for tonight's match up! Just his luck, must have been his stars giving him a chance to show off what he's made of for the audience and his colleagues!

He dressed up on the attire he used for AFW, which he always had on his locker in the event of such a night, getting ready to rumble! He made it out of the changing rooms and onto the main ring of the Mansion clad on his shorts and hoodie for the match. He received a mix of cheers, booing and even whistling from the crowd, some recognizing him, others not. It shouldn't come of as a surprise that they were mostly here for Ms. Isabella, she was the star after all, and he knew that he was here just to make her look good, but that was okay for him, if anything, he preferred it like this.

Tonight's challenger:

Once he entered the ring, he stopped his energetic waving and peace-sign giving demeanor to enter a more serious facade, or he tried, because the first thing he saw when coming in close, was how the Miss lacked some of her attire, namely, her high-heel boots and skirt, leaving her feet bare save for the leggings and only a leotard that hugged her... Back and other parts that he blushed upon seeing and decided it was better to keep his eyes up against her face... Or the back of her head? Nonetheless, he needed to be respectful of her, as his boss and as a dame. He rested a bit on his corner, swearing that she was giving him a few looks, probably to check who'd be fighting her tonight. He hoped she wasn't disappointed, now was the time to get to the center of the ring to give her some words before the match.

"Heya Ma'am! Seems like I'll be your enemy for a bit, please excuse me if I give you a hard time and don't fire me for it! Heheh...Heh" He said half joking, half actually a bit concerned.

Isabella was no stranger to being in a wrestling ring, accustomed as she was to competing in one. The most loyal one found that if she had to go outside then she had hoped that being in one was on the cards, it meant a confined space for her and hopefully someone to defeat and get her frustrations out on. Here though it was going to be more enjoyable than challenging Isabella hoped, she glanced over her shoulder briefly to see Daichi coming his way down to the ring.....just as planned.

Isabella despite her stern nature and Courtenay's penchant for control was often one to abide by democracy with her staff, if they wanted to agree on what chores to do etc she'd abide by it so long as it was done. Though here she secretly rigged it, to pick Daichi out. Not to make an example of him but rather.......well she had a surprise for him. In fact he was looking right at it if that leotard thong clad booty was anything to go by. Isabella would simply say "You'll get sacked if you slack off." although her tone wasn't the usual blunt one she carried but rather it was a bit warmer. Daichi.......felt different to her, she still couldn't quite put her finger on it. But she wanted him to stare.......The most loyal one would then stand up in the turnbuckles and wave her arms and hype up the crowd, they always loved to see Isa in action after all~

All the while this was happening another white haired girl was in attendance, Adama Saadia was hiding herself with a black dress suit and a black face mask veil combo that covered her face. Truthfully she wasn't a proper guest but managed to slip in through a side entrance thanks to her erstwhile kitty princess companion who prowled inside the mansion's back now. She saw Daichi in the ring and looked at the......woman he was supposed to be fighting it looked like. Adama thought it was like looking in a mirror at first but then noted Isabella's frame, if Adama had the breasts then Isabella had the backside and the siren felt just a twinge of envy at the fact. "Hnnnnn.......You better win this babe...." Adama muttered to herself as Isabella would stand proper in the ring and wait for a staff member to come act as a ref and pat the two wrestlers down!

Back when he just got into the Astley Servant gig, Daichi really couldn't make heads or tails of anything he was doing. He definitely thought for the first few days that he wouldn't last a month in here before getting axed. His heart skipped a beat when Isabella came to him, and not just because she was an absolute goddess of a woman that reminded him so much of his sweetheart, but because she seemed to be a stern lady of iron that ruled with an iron fist that would make Geoffrey Baratheon make a run for his money. But... She didn't canned him like he feared, didn't even told him to pick up the pace like she used to do from the distance, no, she took the time from her day to instruct him on the chores he needed to do, actually showing him some patience that he didn't thought possible from her.

From that day on, he decided that he needed to know her better, be a reliable servant for her as a boss, and maybe even a friend besides that! Isabella reminded him so much of Adama, and knowing that, he had the wild idea that maybe the two could become fond of one another because of their similarities! Having a friend could help open up the two gals, was his opinion. And for that, he made his best to be not only a good employee, but also someone that could earn the Most Loyal's friendship, cracking some jokes around her even if her aura was sometimes a bit intimidating, acting his charming self through it, he swore that once or twice, he caught the sight of her cracking a smile because of it!

And now, today, he had to fight her, a thing that maybe could work on his favor. He had made quite a few friends when going at it in the ring back in AFW! So maybe all that Isabella needed to open up with him, was a traditional butt-kicking! And by the gods, she had quite the butt~ Even if he tried to avoid staring for the sake of being professional, he was still a man, and not seeing that leotard acting as a thong in between those round and supple cheeks was near impossible.

"Heheh, yeah. Good luck though! I won't go down easy!" He laughed a bit at the white haired gal's sense of humor that he grew to appreciate, the referee came in and did their thing. Daichi gave one last look behind him, as if he noted a similar presence among the crowd. For whatever reason, he thought of Adama, the love of his life, because of her he was stronger, better and maybe could even win this one!

The bell was rung, the referee started them and the whole crowd of both the clientele and the staff roared in excitement as it began. Daichi immediately winked at Isabella, his little way of making this friendly and fun between them. "Heeeeeere I goooo!!!" Without further ado, he quickly came to the pretty lady and extended out his hand in a gentlemanly demeanor, almost as if wooing her for a dance, but in reality, if she humored him, the pretty male servant would invite the head of service into a service of his own that was a Lock up to see is she had what it took to overpower him!

Isabella knew it was go time now, her body felt that battle preparation wash over her. It wasn't because Daichi's looks and nature were making her go weak in the knees, it totally wasn't! The most loyal one however was feeling confident in her odds, she had a good few inches on him even without her high heels on. Speaking of her legs the white haired maiden would bounce a little on her heels and balls of her soles there, her gymnastic flexibility being hinted at. The servant would ring a little bell by the ring and Isabella would get ready!

Usually in a battle Isabella opened by sprinting right at the opponent and attempting to blitz them with her speed and strikes, here however this would require a different touch. Daichi wasn't an opponent who warranted it and they were more so to put on a show rather than a fight. Thankfully it seemed her employee was giving a proposal of how to kick things off with an offer of a hand extension

Ordinarily Isabella wouldn't accept such a thing, she didn't skip working out but she knew her power lay at her bottom~ Still for here she'd accept it with a slightly raised eyebrow, but Isabella took it up and would be taking on a lockup there for testing her strength. She........found herself already struggling there, a little wince dotting her porcelain features. How did Daichi do that?! Isabella would feel it be like a vice grip, this called for some gymnastic acrobatics. Gritting her teeth the most loyal one would seek to leap up and get her right foot on Daichi's smooth stomach and use her momentum to try and monkey flip him across the ring!

Daichi pushed at Isabella, he wasn't much of a braggart, but if he was able to have some pride in something, it was his force. And as he got a hold of the maid's hands, covered in velvet gloves that made him feel tingly on the inside, he smiled a bit cockily upon realizing that she was no match for him in a direct confrontation! The battle made him be able to see her face to face, and all he had to say was that she may have a killer bod, but her face was really the thing that made him feel butterflies on his stomach. Probably didn't help that she was almost uncannily similar to the maiden of his heart.

"Even while struggling, you're quite a pretty laa-Aaaaaaaaaahh!!"

Speaking of his stomach, as he looked on at the fabric on her eyes, fantasizing of amber yellow eyes, Daichi soon also felt a slight kick as Isabella threw him off with an impressive display of dexterity, a Monkey Flip indeed flipped the boy off his feet and sent him off like a rocket man towards the corner where Isabella flaunted her body. He really lost track of her actions for a second, and it costed him the advantage he previously had.

"Uuuuwaaahh... Even upside down she's pretty..."

Daichi mumbled for himself with spirals for eyes as he was sent flying by a beautiful woman with white locks of hair (wouldn't be the first time). He needed to shake it off soon or he'd be in a tough spot, so he sat down in that corner, trying to rest for some seconds while he rested his back against that padded post, unaware of the position he may have had for himself and the ways in which he was vulnerable. This certainly seemed to get the crowd in a mood, as they started to shout some words he didn't get entirely thanks to his basic english...

Isabella was making sure to get things rolling in the match, even if she was having an exhibition match against a member of staff her general gameplan remained the same. To get moving and make sure she was the one in control, the most loyal one considered those she faced to be needing excused regardless of background.

That being said as a member of staff Daichi was being taken easy, with Isabella having particular plans for him after too if she got her plan sorted out. She heard his words as they grappled and after seeing him go flying Isabella, the usually stoic white haired maiden couldn't help but say "Flattery will get you nowhere." in response to it.

After doing a kip up and seeing where Daichi ended up in, it was the corner. An idea came to mind for the most loyal one, if her smirk was anything to go by. Her hands would sway down her curvy body and rest on her hips, then Isabella would swiftly bust out into a pair of intricate cartwheels to build up momentum in order to try and launch her womanly and shapely hips right at Daichi's face in an explosive hip strike in the corner!

Dazzled and watching the stars in front of his eyes, Daichi had to think giggling to himself as how this was so similar to his first encounter with Adama, only difference was that the Siren had the most perfect bossom he's had the pleasure to be smothered with, and Isabella had a backside that sometimes made him want to cry, but apart from that, this fight right here had him feeling like it was a deja vu.

He did manage to get his show back together with quick moves from his head just in time to see Isabella doing quite an impressive show of flips and gymnastics as she came in closer and closer Daichi opened up his eyes in alarm at what could only be her attempting to strike him with a mighty blow while he was down! No doubt that she had enough power to send him to the Shadow Realm with a strike from her legs or arms, as he already confirmed, he needed to get up pronto or it'd be game over.

"Ohdearohdearohdear!! Hurry up! Oooooooof!!!"

He did stand up, Daichi became waaaaay better with his footwork thanks to his Judo training, but still, he got hit in his chest like a cannonball had impacted on him, he almost fell down once again because of the strike that got to him which felt hard like a rock but also... Soft and cushiony? Isabella striked him with a Hip attack, making the young servant blush as he could feel those buns on his chest, almost wishing he didn't dodge it~

But now that he did, Daichi thought of a way to capitalize on this position, he was quick to enclose his arms around the Most Loyal One's hips (definitely making himself gasp with pleasure after his chest was pressed against that glorious behind). The small male then began to hug and squeeze those hips juuuust the way he knew that made a white-haired gal calm down~

"No flattery in my words Ma'am! Just being sincere, and sincerity isn't meant to be rewarded!" He told Isabella while he started to put his strong arms to use with the Head of Staff's whole bakery and waist.

Isabella had.........well a booty that brought eyes to her, it was often concealed ever so slightly by that black zip on skirt she wore. But here? That backside was on full display, the most loyal one usually didn't pay much attention to people reacting to it. Considering that she was either in the back of the mansion tidying or locked up in her own room the only ones that saw it often were the female servants when they dressed up together. There was a......burning desire of sorts, the likes she rarely felt in her cold, locked up heart that was driving her to try and get her backside in Daichi's cute face. That was the short of it all anyway~

The move looked to be flawlessly executed with Isabella's years of gymnastics combined with her naturally lithe frame, no doubt Isabella and the crowd were expecting Daichi to be given a heaping double dip of loyal backside. Isabella felt something mush up against her cheeks and squeeze them, time slowed down in response to it and she thought of the fact that she'd managed to do it! About how she might just take the air out of his lungs by making him eat her cakes all night long~

That is until she heard Daichi speaking. Then there was a tight pressure around her waist! The most loyal one was trapped in a tight reverse bearhug of sorts! Isabella was normally one that was able to give a lack of reaction to most pain in the ring, yet with her opponent here even she couldn't help but let out a loud hiss and grunt of pain. This wasn't good! The most loyal one was finding she couldn't break the grip there, but being hugged by Daichi like this gave her a feeling.........a feeling of wanting more, that wasn't just her hidden sub tendencies there either. It was.......a warmth of sorts......Still the roaring of the patrons jarred Isabella back to her senses, giving a low hiss Isabella would try to use her right free leg there and slam the heel of it into Daichi's knee hopefully hitting the cap and making him numb enough to release her!

"Woaaah! Easy there! It's just a Hug, hugs are nice, right~?" Squeezing Isabella's godsend hips against his chest with his mighty arms was definitely not something he planned to do today at all. Not even when he came to become the one with the winning ticket, he had this image of the Most Loyal one. An image that said that she was complex and with a troublesome life... Pretty much like Adama, so he'd do what he did that time and put her down! Later if he roughed her up a bit too much, he'll propose to massage her body~ On professional terms of course, and as a token of friendship, just like he did the first time with the Siren of the Sands... It's not like she'll fall for him just for being kind like Adama did... Right?

Something to worry about later, now he needed to get out of that place, since Isabella was the most loyal one, not the most light one, even someone like Daichi with monstrous  strength could get a cramp from carrying a person while kneeling. But just as he was about to try and lift himself, a sharp pain in one of his knees made itself present and it soon extended all over the affected leg, indeed making him feel numb and unable to use that knee to support himself, which meant two bad things for him:

"Aaaahhhh!! Craaaaaaamp!!"

One, the sudden spasm made him let go of Isabella, who was also definitely, the Most Displeased One now thanks to the butt-hug. And two: The pain was almost like a Natural 20, for it made Daichi fall down on that corner he just got out of a second ago like a mighty tree, rubbing his agonizing leg, completely defenseless and with no chance to get out of there this time.

"T-Time out please? I-I need a second to rub this... Ow! Ow! Ow...!"