Fashionably Late, Margaret's Arrival

Margaret Roderick Sinclair, attorney for Lukretia von Creuzfeldt, had finally arrived in Japan. Margaret had assumed that this trip to Japan was a passing fancy for Lukretia, but this... AFW affair had apparently become quite the hobby. Margaret had fumed when she learned Lukretia had signed a contract... a CONTRACT... without her! Lukretia was no dummy, but it was still the principle. Still, she had finagled her way into being the GM of this federation. Given Lukretia's predilection for violence and sex, Margaret should not have been so surprised, but AFW had been a blind spot for her.

She regretted it instantly when she finally watched a show. If Lukretia hadn't called everyone down once she became GM, Margaret would have been ordering a plane ticket before the first match had ended.

Lazily tossing a yen note she didn't even look at to the driver, Margaret stepped out of the car outside the front gate of the von Cruezfeldt estate (Japan branch). Margaret sighed, knowing she was probably in the sights of that damn nutjob assassin. Dealing with psychopaths was part of the job description when she was working criminal defense, but Val was just unpredictable and, above all else, uncontrollable. Someone like that who can kill you with relative ease... you need to have either dirt on them or you need to kill them first. Margaret only hoped Lukretia knew a bit more than she did, as women like Val could only be trouble.

Still, that annoyance aside, here she was, ready for the reunion with the esoteric bunch of nutjobs Lukretia surrounded herself with, and the start of what would hope to be a delightful Japanese holiday. Margaret rang the gate buzzer and awaited a response.

Violate R. Placido stepped cooly down the streets of Japan with a soft smirk on her face. She had just arrived in the nation not too long ago and was now making her way to her new resident. She had sent her personal effects from Germany some time ago and had received word that they had been received a while ago and placed into her room.

Her own journey would take much longer than a half day's ride in a cargo plane. She refused to fly and thus, her adventure from the cozy, yet busy city of Ulm in Germany to the industrious Tokyo was both long and enjoyable. However, she was here on business and not pleasure.

Summoned by her employee and firend, Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt to herJapan Branch estate, Violate was here to make the landscape of this mansion as beautiful and wonderous as the one back west. She had heard that she only had one assistant who was more pool boy than gardener but she was sure she would give that girl a green thumb if it killed her- Cardia that is.

As she walked up to the mansion, she saw a rather stiff woman standing at the gates. Violate's own style was eccentric but plafyl. Her hat was tipped to her side and she wore a suit. With her grin widening, she reached her gloved hand into her suit coat and carefully approached Margaret. When she was close, she retrieved what looked like a a gun from her breast pocket and stepped forward and pressed it into Margaret's back. "Hands in the air, where I can see them. And don't try anything funny." She said in a smooth tone, not rough or demanding in the least. Her actions were followed by a soft chuckle. "Fufufu."

Margaret remained cool as Violate pretended to threaten her, simply producing from her pocket a small compact, which she popped open, applying some of the makeup inside to her cheeks, winking at Violate through the mirror. "You know, Vi, I'd be surprised if you even managed to smuggle a gun into Japan, given their gun control laws," she sighed, "And, of course, I leave just yesterday and I catch up easily to the woman who left... how many days before me?... just because she is stuck with modes of transportation 3 centuries old."

She finally turned around, "Violate," she purred, "Sweetie, we've got access to the von Cruezfeldt charge account. You could at least USE it." She smiled, "Did you have a nice trip, at least?"

Violate pulled the gun up and put it to Margaret's neck after she saw the wink. She pulled the trigger and let a little squirt of water roll down the lawyer's neck before leaning in and running her tongue up Margaret's neck to lick it off. "Fufufu." She said and stepped past her before blowing out the 'smoke' of her gun and holstering it again. "Who says I don't have a real gun?" She said winking back at Margaret. She then buzzed the intercom once more, sticking out her arm and pushing the button without taking her eyes off of Maggie.

"I hate flying..." She said and looked through the gate. Being so far away from all that lush green is too much." She said it as though it really upset her but then grinned at Margaret. "But I had a great time. I got to see all sorts of wonderful lands... and the people... well... fufufu. They were also quite naive and ripe for the picking."

The door finally buzzed and Violate put up her foot and pushed it open, sanding at the side and bowing slightly as though she was an usher, escorting Margaret in. "And what about your flight, Margeret? Efficient, I presume, fufufu." She said looking up at the lawyer from her bowing psosition.

Margaret didn't flinch when Violate fired, but she hissed softly as the gardener licked up the water, "Mmm, Violate dear, that's what the videos I make people watch call a 'bad touch.' Don't stop."

"Good girl," she said in response to Violate's description of her travels, "My flight was quite pleasant. Beautiful views of the skies, all the alcohol I could drink, and stewardesses who knew they would be ruined if they even looked at me askance. The good life!"

She proceeded into the grounds, giving Violate a polite nod as she passed. "A bit smaller than I had thought, but it isn't like space is plentiful in this little speck of a country."

Violate wrinkled her nose at Margaret's description of the beautiful skies. "Fufu, watch that alcohol, you never know when someone's going to take advantage of you after you've had one too many." She then stepped with Margaret to the front gate.

"I'm thinking that Lukretia wasn't expecting to bring all of us here, but once Xenia took off, it was only a matter of time before the whole gang showed up. She then sighed softly. "There's not much to work with here, I agree." She said with a pout. "And it doesn't seem like the staff has much promise either." She then grinned. "At least as useful members of the team, fufufu." She then stepped past Margaret again and leaned forward and knocked on the door softly.

She stepped back and looked at Margaret, going behind her and placing her hands on the lawyer's shoulders, giving her a half hearted massage as though she were some boxing trainer. "You first. I like to savor my moments." She said with a smile as the door opened suddenly to reveal a red head in a maid outfit.

Margaret sighed as if in disappointment, "Isn't that the point of the drink, dear? Or are you making threats?" She gave a wink and a smile before resuming her usual matter-of-fact posture, "Caught up on some shut-eye, too. That's always nice."

"I must say, it was pleasant to keep that tramp Hilde away from the house, and when Xenia left, I was in hog heaven... at least until the boss sounded the bell. Now we're a full house again, and a smaller one. Eugh."

Margaret folded her arms, looking about the estate grounds while Violate went up to knock, "Given Lukretia's... stringent criteria, I don't think we can ever expect too much out of the staff..."

"Mmm..." Margaret enjoyed the massage, as half-hearted as it was. She was always tense. Her eyes flashed with a predatory gleam at the sight of the red haired maid, but she never directly looked at her, as if she wasn't worth noticing, "Ah, the newest in Lukretia's ever growing retinue of hangers-on. To think I questioned her buying those maid outfits in bulk," She looked again almost but not quite at the maid, "I presume my room is ready?"

Morrigan scrutinized the l;awyer quickly and recognized her as someone who was to be treated as a boss. She cast her eyes downward and nodded. "Yes, Miss, Sinclair." She said softly. "The Mistress is expecting you, but I'm afraid that she is not in presently. Will you a require a tour of the facilities or-"

She was suddenly cut off by a splash of water to her face as she looked up to see Violate grinning at her from behind. "They look like they could be fun." She said as she patted Margaret on the back. "Maids aren't really my style though. Especially Lukretia's maids. by their very definition, they've been stripped of anything worth takng, so she's all yours.." She then paused and squirted Morrigan in the face again. The maid furrowed her brow and tried to wipe the water off with her sleeve. "Unless you think we could squeeze a bit of fun out of her with the two of us, fufufu." She said as she slipped behind Morrigan and looked at her from the back.

Margaret placed a hand over her mouth to hide the smile Violate's antics gave her, "Good shot, Gardener."

"Mhm, Lukretia is good to us, isn't she? Stocking such... amenities for her guests." Margaret stepped forward, reaching out and tracing a line down Morrigan's cheek to her jaw gently, stopping to hold Morrigan's chin between thumb and forefinger. Margaret looked the maid over, sizing her up, always maintaining her calculated sneer of dissatisfaction in the maid, "What sort of guests would we be if we did not take her up on her hospitality? I certainly could use some relaxing exercise after that flight." She smiled at Violate, still not releasing Morrigan from her gentle grasp, "Let's just... take her. Right here." She suggested matter-of-factly.

Morrigan's cheeks flushed as she was inspected by the vixens. She didn't want to flush but she couldn't help it. When Margaret ran her finger down her face, Morrigan's lip quivered for a second before she swallowed and clenched her teeth. She looked at the lawyer with slightly defiant eyes, not giving margaret any more than her body uncontrollably gave.

"Fufufu!" Violate chuckled as she did her own inspecting, running her hand up Morrigan's ribs before sliding her hand along Morrigan's breast and releasing it to let it bounce back into place. "And here I was thinking you were just another stiff lawyer. Guess Lukretia wouldn't allow someone like that in her employ, fufufu. But lets get to it. It's just what I'm looking for as well."

She grinned at Margaret. "Though I'm more curious in seeing just what you can do." Violate then pulled up her gun and laughed before sliding it underneath Morrigan's skirt. She yelped and jumped forward into Maggie's arms, a trickle of water running down her leg.

"Tag, you're it, fufufu."