Ponyville Noir

>You flipped through your file cabinet.

>The office you had in Ponyville was always dim, the lamp in the corner's bulb never seemed to warm sufficiently.

>The overcast and rain of recent weeks didn't help at all.

>Taking a look out the window to your left you see rain pelt the glass that looked out over a quiet Ponyville street.

>A Stallion and mare trotted close together on the opposite side of the street, they looked cold and wet, but were at peace.

>A sigh rattles through you unconsciously.

>You ran your fingers over the documents reviewing the case you had investigated just a few months back.

>A schoolteacher had captured and killed a two fillies and a colt from her class.

>The sight of the mutilated corpses of Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon and Snails didn't leave your mind, eyes closed or open.

>It's not like you haven't seen brutal murder scenes, you were no stranger to blood and gore.

>But the atrocities committed in that schoolhouse were something you hadn't seen in a long while.

>There was one way to get rid of those memories however, one sweet loving thing that never stopped giving, never said "no"-

>The door to your office opens without warning, Twilight Sparkle had let herself in again.

>In a hurry you conceal those files, shoving them back into the file cabinet.

"Can't you at least try knocking?"

>Twilight helps herself to the chair across from you, she starts poking at the things on your desk like always.

>"We've got another case."

>You wince.

>For a world that appears to be a peaceful, pastel colored wonderland, an ungodly amount of crimes were committed.

>And since there was next to no competent police force or judicial system you and your special set of skills were often required.

"So soon? Why can't you ponies keep it clean for at least five minutes."

>"Hey, it's not like I'm committing the crimes. Anyway, we got a report of somep0ny slaughtering his sisters and two of their friends."

>Oh god, please not more fillies.

"Do we have any names?"

>"The only feasible suspect is a stallion by the name of Big Macintosh, his grandmother saw him trot out of their cider cellar covered in blood. And when she went to look inside she found several butchered corpses," Twilight spoke with amazing apathy.

>She almost seems bored, tinkering with the trinkets on your desk.

>If only you could be so cold.

"That's all we have?"

>"Yeah our contact doesn't know anything else. We're suppose to go check out the scene now, you coming?"

>You nod and reluctantly stand up, feeling heavy.

>Twilight uses her magic to give you your coat and hat.

>You thank her with an unamused look.

>She leads you out of the two story office.

>you share ownership and work with just her here, because no one else had the guts to join you.

>You glance back at the shabby building, on the door irregular letters spell out "Office of Investigations", underneath that your name and Twilight's were written.

>Rain came down steadily at times, then in violent sheets at others.

>Twilight used some sort of repelling spell to keep herself dry, while you were forced to face the harsh weather with just your simple, and thin, black overcoat.

>And freezing hand kept your hat on your head when the fierce winds came around, but several times you came close to loosing the old stetson.

>It brought back memories of that glorious weekend just a month ago.

>It was when you had started doing it again, a mare had walked in and began chatting with you.

>She was rather charming, and had a pleasing accent and cute mannerisms.

>After a few drinks and the loss of your inhibitions, you had invited her back to your apartment.

>After about two days of senseless and rowdy activity she had just left, leaving her stetson behind with a little note.

>You'd never felt so attached to someone.

>And yet you knew her for less then two days.

>It was ridiculous feeling and produced a small amount of shame just thinking about it.

>Twilight was still convinced you had never had sex with a mare, and you intended to keep it that way.

>By the time you had reached the farm the rain had died down to a calm drizzle, and most of the cold had left you.

>Yet some lingered, it was the chill that lingered in a man's chest on a summer day after the tragedy that had caused him to lean up against a chain link fence finally brought him to the breaking point.

>But you were fine on the outside.

>"This is it, the witness should be in her house over there," Twilight pointed her hoof toward a small red house near the much larger farm house built next to it.

>You walked ahead wordlessly, Twilight following on your side a pace or two behind.

 

>An old mare by the name of Granny Smith let you and Twilight in, as you took off your hat and coat and placed the on the coat rack she began sniffling, fighting back tears.

"I'm sorry for your loss. If you're unable to talk right now we could come back later, when your a bit more settled," you say, keeping a firm businesslike tone.

>she sniffed and looked took down your hat, "where did you get this?"

>Your brain worked quickly to think up a story.

"A friend of mine left it with me," it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.

>"This was her's, she wore it everyday-" her voice dropped off.

>She placed it back on the rack.

>"Could you tell me what you saw on the day of the crime?" Twilight asked after Granny Smith had offered you and her seats in the living room.

>"I already told everything to those damned guards. Why don't you get it from them?"

"We don't work with the guards around Ponyville, in fact they often impede in our investigations. If you want real results you send for us."

>"But I didn't send for you," she looked away from you, "I just want this to be over."

>You give Twilight a look, she appears just as unsure as you.

"We want to help you get some peace of mind. Could you tell us everything you remember about that day, even the most minute detail could help greatly," you whip out a pad and pen, ready to take notes.

>She gave in without much argument, and kept her cool as she recounted the events.

>It was just under a day ago, and nothing unusual had happened that day.

>She went looking for Applejack when the clock struck 1.

>She saw Big Macintosh leave the cellar at that time, when she called to him there was no response.

>She thought she saw hoofs and coat covered in something a deeper red, like blood.

>She guessed he couldn't hear her over the wind.

>When she went to the cellar looking for Applejack she found her, and Applebloom and two other fillies.

>All were mutilated and barely recognizable.

>By the end of the interview she was crying again.

"Do you have any objections to us searching around the cellar?"

>You hardly kept your composure.

>She nodded her head, blowing her nose into a handkerchief.

>You collected your things, gave a final apology and goodbye and walked out with Twilight.

>When you were out of earshot Twilight spoke up.

>"It's always the quiet ones you have to look out for."

"Yeah, and while you're watching them a noisy one will fucking kill you."

>Twilight didn't respond, good, you didn't feel like talking.

>You just wanted to wallow in that empty chill filling up your chest, creeping its way into the bastions of sanity that remained in your fragile mind.

>The ground was soft and pliable, meaning Big Mac may have left tracks.

>But then again the guards were rummaging around here yesterday, most likely accidentally destroying evidence, that and the probability of any usable tracks being washed away by the rain.

>Twilight opened the cellar hatch in a swift swing, she goes down first.

>Blood, rot and death assaults your senses as you look around the scene.

"Christ I think this is worse then that Cheerilee case."

>"It's just clumps of matter that happen to look be bodies, get over yourself."

>You shake your head.

"I hardly call these bod-"

>Applejack catches your attention.

>A single frightened green eye looks at you.

>No, that's not it.

>She was looking into you, begging for help, begging for safety.

>There was nothing you could do.

>A wave of emotion struck you as you recall laying in bed with that mare - at peace for the first time in a long while.

>"It would appear she was strangled with her own entrails."

>You walk around the corpse, which was near the back of the room, making sure not to step in the heap of flesh that was once a filly unicorn.

"There's severe abuse back here," you note, examining her hindquarters.

>"All of them are like that. Ah, I found the weapon."

>Twilight uses her magic to place a rusty, bloody knife in an evidence bag.

"I wonder what made him snap."

>"Stress from being overworked? Perhaps one of these ponies wronged him?"

>After about twenty minutes of thoroughly reviewing the crime scene you decided it was time to get going.

>Twilight had suggested asking around town to see if they could find someone who had seen Big Mac.

>As you approached the marketplace Twilight struck up a conversation.

>"I'm surprised the city guard didn't have that cellar cleaned out."

"I'm not. They're lazy, do you really think they would waste time trying to clean up a scene?"

>"Fair point. Who do we ask first?"

>Because of the rain few ponies were browsing the marketplace, but most of the merchants still had their stalls set up.

"How many times have we done this?" you, a pinch of anger slipping into your voice.

>"I just like talking," she headed off toward the guy they usually ask first, the cherry stand owner.

>"Oh great, just what I needed," the scruffy looking stallion huffed.

>You throw down the usual payment of six bits.

"Have you seen a large red stallion, he would have been wearing a yoke around his neck, dark blondish mane."

>"For six bits? I haven't seen anything."

>Grudgingly Twilight added another four to the small pile of six.

>"Yeah I saw him, early this morning, he ran off in that direction when I was setting up."

>He pointed to the street right of his stand with his hoof.

>You were half way down the lane when he called to you, "it's double next time."

>What a fucking prick, but he did see a lot, and he was never wrong.

>You turn into an alley, a hoof print of blood had been spared from the rain because it was placed on the wall.

>It looked like he had staggered down the alley, there was a small dash of blood on the trash bin at the end of the offshoot.

>Inside, the body of Big Mac, he wasn't breathing.

>There were several gashes on his side.

>Twilight came up behind you, having taken her time.

>She looked into the bin.

>"Looks like someone took the law into there own hands."

"But who?"

 

 

-Never mind this number-

19

 

>The day comes to a close with no further clues coming from those that passed by, even those that lived in the apartments nearby heard and saw nothing.

>You and Twilight parted ways around twelve o'clock at night, she remained in the office to review the files and lock up shop.

>You on the other hand were headed for your second home, to relieve your burdens with that one lovely thing that made it all wash away.

>Berry's Punch looked like any other bar you could find on Earth, a small neon sign hung above the door, 'berry' in a deep red and 'punch' in a light purple.

>The dank stench of sad ponies mixed with that of the ale they drank and the cigarettes they smoked.

>Berry Punch was wiping down the bar top, no ponies were sitting at the counter.

>They seemed to favor the darkened corners of the place, sitting in small groups, chatting lowly and blowing smoke around.

>She gives you a cold stare, "back again?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

>You take a seat right in front of her, feeling uncomfortably low to the ground in the short stool.

>"Not at all, pick your poison," she nodded at the impressive collection of assorted bottles behind her displayed on clear glass racks.

"What's the strongest thing you have?"

>"That would be windfall."

"Alright, windfall, neat please."

>She retrieves a tumbler from behind the counter and fills a fourth of it with a pleasant light amber liquid.

"To the top."

>"Bu-"

"Who's paying here?"

>Her face flashes to a look of concern but she fills the glass to the top.

>You down half of it in one swig.

>A sour burning fills your mouth and throat.

>But that green eye is still there, staring into you.

>The other half of the glass doesn't help at all.

>The still wet innards of a young unicorn flash across your mind.

>Instead of the bitter smell of the Windfall your nose picks up the vile stench of a rotting corpse.

>You begin breathing heavily, getting nervous.

>You tell her to leave the bottle, and she goes off to do whatever bartenders do.

>You manage another two shots, but it doesn't help.

>The mutilated body of Applejack calls out to you, begging for help.

>You recall her smile that morning, her eyes were a bright and cheery green.

>Dull morning sunlight fell on her messy blonde mane.

>After another shot you throw down some money, hoping it was enough to pay your tabs.

>You stumbled back to your apartment, struggling to unlock the front door.

>After a few attempts at locking your door you just stumble to the couch, collapsing into it and immediately falling asleep.

 

 

>"Thank you for coming so quickly!" a unicorn exclaims as she sees you and Twilight cross the bridge to the victim's cottage.

>"Thank you for calling us and not the guard," Twilight says approaching the witness,

"so what can you tell us?"

>The unicorn, Rarity, explained she had left her cat, at Fluttershy's to watch over the weekend.

>When she came to pick up the cat today she found the cottage broken into and Fluttershy dead inside.

>"Were you friends with Fluttershy?"

>"No, I didn't know her too well, I just drop off Opalescence when I have business trips," her cat growls at you.

>You ask for a moment with Twilight in private.

"Keep her here, and look out for guards. I'll check out the DB."

>"You think she did it?"

"No way, she doesn't look like she could stand blood staining her coat.

>With a snort of laughter she returns to Rarity, allowing you to investigate the scene of the crime.

>The door was left open ajar, the small glass window on the door was shattered, bits of glass were laying inside the darkened home.

>There were signs of a struggle, a knocked over lamp lay shattered near the body, which was laying next to a short coffee table.

>Examining the corpse you find it was three gashes in her side, some blood had pooled around her but it wasn't present anywhere else.

>However upon closer searching you find bruises and scraps on her knees and face.

>You hear someone start bawling outside.

>Peeking out a window you see Rarity crying into Twilight's shoulder, who looks at you with wide confused eyes.

>Skating right by that you search the table near the body, on it was a log book for all those that came in and out.

>Even the smallest details help, you think to yourself, reading the book's most recent entries.

>Many ponies brought their animals here, including Rarity, who did it almost every weekend.

>She was also the last to be here on Friday, before the place was closed for the weekend.

>Yet the log shows she hadn't paid in three weeks, amassing a debt of over 700 bits.

>There's a possible motive.

"Twilight, could I talk to you for a second?" you call to her.

>Your partner said something to the still crying Rarity before joining you in the house.

>"What have you got?"

"Possible motive, and notes of the body's condition," you wish there was a proper coroner in Ponyville.

>"You have a time down?"

>You present the log book to her.

"Last pony here was Rarity, at around 8pm last Friday. Judging by the smell and condition of the corpse I'd say anywhere from one to two days old."

>"Alright, good. You know she's the sister of one of the fillies killed at Sweet Apple Acres," Twilight comments in a half whisper as both of you return to Rarity.

>You force the picture of the pile of bony whitish mush that was the only unicorn at that scene out of your mind.

"Rarity, do you recall seeing anyone enter or exit Fluttershy's home Friday night? Anyone disgruntled maybe," you say, ready to take notes.

>"Like I said, I was the last one to leave. I think she locked up after I left," she says between sniffles.

>Twilight assures you there is nothing else to ask, she had already thoroughly questioned the unicorn.

"If you recall anything else, or have anything at all to say you know how to reach us," you say, telling her it might be a good to take some time off and rest at home.

 

>After about another hour combing the cottage for more clues unsuccessfully you call it quits and you and Twilight slink back to the office.

>Around six o'clock you burst into Twilight's room, being sure not to knock.

>"Can I help you?" she asked, her hindlegs on her desk and forelegs behind her head in a disturbingly human way.

"You remember the three gashes on Big Mac's side?"

>She breaks her stance and becomes tense.

>"They're exactly like the wounds on Fluttershy," realization blossoming in her voice.

"What's the connection? He's not in the log book, what would a farmer be doing with a pet sitter?"

>"If they were lovers maybe some jealous pony may have killed them?"

>You think back to what may have caused Big Mac to snap.

>Just then the phone rang, you leave Twilight and answer it yourself.

"Office of Investigations, do you have an emergency or something to report?"

>"Hello, darling," a heavily accented voice replies.

"Ah, Rarity, do you have more information pertaining to the case?"

>"Yes, a few things, could you meet me at my boutique."

"Sure, where is it?"

>She gave you directions, saying to arrive in about twenty minutes.

>You arrived at Rarity's in just under twenty minutes.

>She's pretty dressed up, more so than before.

>"Have a seat darling, we'll be leaving soon."

>You help yourself to the couch in the living room, which was littered with half finished dresses and sheets of cloth.

>"Don't mind the organized chaos," she says, "I didn't have time to clean."

"I thought you called about some extra information you remembered?"

>"I did, and I'm about to go out to dinner. Why don't you tag along?"

"No, I don't have time for this, either tell me what you know or I'll be going," you stand as soon as she reenters the room.

>"Oh well, I suppose I'll just keep it too myself. I'm sure somep0ny else will tell you about Fluttershy's little love triangle."

>You make your anger apparent in your features and tone.

"If you don't tell me-"

>"What will you do? Tell the guards? You wouldn't get physical with an innocent pony would you?" she makes a pathetic face, displaying her weakness.

>But her eyes made sure you knew you were being manipulated.

>With a sigh you relax a bit.

"Where are we going?"

>"The Blue Room," she says taking the lead out of the house, "try to enjoy yourself, and if I have a good night I'll tell you everything I know."

>You clench your teeth and followed.

>"Put on a smile, dear."

>She leads you to a club and restaurant on the west side of Ponyville.

>This is where most of the richer ponies live, you've noticed they use the clubs as their personal playground, and almost nothing is off limits.

>The guards could care less or were being paid off, so everyone here is pretty much left to their own devices.

>She's allowed a spot in the roped off section of the place, it was secluded, enveloped in darkness near the back.

>Staying true to the place's name, The Blue Room was illuminated by pleasantly blue lights.

It's walls were painted a similar color, and the waiter's ties were a cool cerulean.

>The amount of blue was painful to see, that and Rarity's overconfident, smug smile made you squirm in your seat.

>"Do you have a special somepony, detective?"

>Christ almighty.

"No, why?" you tried to keep your voice friendly.

>"Just asking. I don't have one either, funny in a way."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

>You decide to test the water concerning her sister.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Rarity," you say after a brief pause in the conversation.

>"Hmm, I only wish I was on better terms with her before she died."

"You had an argument or something with her?"

>"Yes, she ruined a dress that was suppose to be delivered to a very high-paying client a week ago. I had refused to talk to her, and now she's gone, and I won't ever be able to say goodbye."

>On her face a smug grin gleamed.

"Why the smile?"

>"The brat got what was coming to her, she was spreading lies about Big Mac and Fluttershy for-" she stops herself abruptly.

"For who?"

>"In time I'll tell you," the waiter comes over, takes your orders and leaves again.

>You're reaching your limit, but this information may blow the case wide open, and it was your best lead.

>"Isn't she talented?" Rarity points with her hoof toward the stage at the other end of the club, you had hardly noticed the music but some pony was going to town on a cello.

>It sounded so familiar.

"I hadn't been paying much attention, but I suppose so. Who is that?"

>You see the band behind her, which was shrouded in darkness, furiously going at their respective instruments.

>"That's Octavia, she's a famous performer from Canterlot."

>Did she really just hop from her sister's murder to Canterlot musicians?

>You tried your best to keep your cool, disregarding her attitude.

>It was hard, but eventually it came to a close and she forced you back to her house, where she said she would tell you all she knew.

>You waited on her couch again, tense, waiting for her to finally spill.

>"I need you to come upstairs."

"Why?"

>No answer, you grudgingly go upstairs, finding it's just two bedroom.

>she wasn't in the left one, that must have been her sister's.

>So you swing open the door on the right, seeing Rarity sprawled out on the bed on her back.

"What are you doing? We had a deal-"

>"Yes we do, but I haven't had a good night yet," she says like the spider to the fly.

>Your heart sinks, she orders you to undress, she seems to purr as you do.

>Rarity commands you to mount her, with concern in your features you do so.

>You try to pay attention to the wall and not what you were doing but her moaning and heat was hard to ignore.

>It was a certain mix of calming pleasure and Rarity's warm body that let you close your eyes without being tormented.

>Despite fighting it, you fall asleep after the act.

 

>You wake up to a cold bed, she fucking left!

>Okay maybe not, this was her house after all.

>You gather your clothes and dress quickly, your suit is wrinkled terribly.

>Rushing downstairs you bump into Rarity waiting at the end of them for you.

"Now You're going to tell me everything you know."

>"Of course, have a seat."

>She heads off into the kitchen, where she already had prepared breakfast for both of you.

>You can't repress your hunger, diving into the food she prepared without a second thought.

>You gesture with your fork, motioning for her to go on.

>"where should I start?"

>You don't respond, forcing her to continue.

>"Absolutely everp0ny in town knew about Fluttershy and Caramel. He'd bring her flowers every week, and was always loitering around her house. But being so meek she never had the heart to shoo him off. Eventually this stallion Big Mac comes along, and takes an interest in her. I heard he was abusive, a real weird one, but that was just the rumors. Obviously Caramel would have none of this, they argued all the time! It even came to blows once in the marketplace."

>Jealousy and love can drive men to do crazy things.

"What else do you know about Caramel?"

>"He has a shop just a block or two away from The Blue Room, I have no clue what he sells, there's always something different in the window."

"Does he have violent tendencies?"

>"Hell if I know, I don't pay attention to nop0nies, darling," she flutters her eyes.

"You know nothing else?"

>"Just that Big Mac had it out for my sister and a few of her friends because they were spreading gossip for Caramel."

>You weren't sure whether or not it was worth it.

>You finish off what was left on your plate, and exited without so much as a goodbye nod.

 

-24-

 

>It wasn't sunny outside, but it wasn't raining.

>Briskly you walk back to the office, finding it unlocked.

>Twilight must be in.

>You find her flicking through some papers, her glasses precariously slipping down her muzzle.

>"Sleep well last night?" she says as you enter.

"Fine, Rar-"

>"I see you're wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

"That's not important," you take the other seat in her office, brushing a few wrinkles in your sleeve.

>"I distinctly remember you saying you wouldn't be participating in amorous activities with mares."

"Twilight, let it go, I had to do it to get the information."

>She smirks at you, "whatever helps you sleep at night."

>You tell her all you found out, and she immediately agrees checking out Caramel's shop was the best option.

>Twilight had seen the place before so she takes the lead, after a quick walk you're just a block away from his shop.

>The road is pretty crowded, seems the ponies came out to enjoy the rainless day while they could.

>"Think he'll run?"

"Probably. Stun him if you can, but let's try and use a more diplomatic route first."

>She nods in agreement, taking you in front of the cluttered, dark shop.

>A mass of random items were displayed in the dark window.

>You open the door, stepping in swiftly.

>A tired looking stallion flicks his head up as the door's bell rings.

"Don't-"

>But it's useless, the Earth pony had already bolted.

"Cut him off!" you yell before chasing him down, vaulting over the counter nimbly.

>Hopefully Twilight was able to get him in the alley if you couldn't.

>You tailed him down a short hall, through a storage room, where he had toppled a few boxes in a frail attempt to keep you at bay.

>But you had done this thing so many times it was routine.

>You jump over them, gaining a considerable amount of ground on the stallion.

>He bursts out the back door, mid-morning sunlight pours into the dark shop.

>He Staggers for a moment, giving you the edge.

>You tackle him, knocking the stallion over with relative easy.

>From the side you see Twilight coming to a trot, huffing.

>"Why do they always run?"

>You nod your head at Caramel.

>Twilight gets the message and knocks him out with a spell.

"We should turn him in, with all the evidence we've collected."

>"No, are you insane? The authorities would literally burn the office to the ground if they knew we were getting results."

"C'mon, they must know by now?"

>"They would have acted if they knew."

>You drop the subject.

>It was tedious and difficult to sneak the unconscious stallion back to the office but you get it done effectively.

>She places him in a metal chair in the interrogation room, strapping his forehoofs to the table.

>You and her take seats on the other end of the table, all the evidence on display between you and the suspect.

>"IS your name Caramel?"

>He swallows and looks around for a way to escape.

>"Yes," he finally mutters.

"Do you know Fluttershy?"

>"Yes, we were good friends," his eyes widen, "I mean we are good friends."

>These ponies were bad liars.

"Then you'll be sorry to hear we've found her dead."

>"Where? How?"

"Level with me Caramel, did you do it? We're not the police, which means we could let you go if this was truly an outburst of rage, temporary insanity if you will."

>"Really? You're going to let me go?"

"Only if you tell us the truth, all of it."

>"I did it. I killed her, and Big Mac," he looks down, tears pelt the metal table.

>"Why did you do it?" Twilight cuts in.

>"I was jealous, I wanted her so bad. She understood me, she looked past my problems."

"What problems?"

>"I," he draws a ragged breath, "I used to live in Manehattan, I got caught screwing around with a filly there, but I'm a normal stallion I swear."

"I believe you, answer truthfully, do you still do those kinds of things?"

>He nods weakly, "Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell, they kept coming back, and I just did what they asked me to."

"Both of them are dead now, because of you."

>"I didn't want to hurt anyp0ny," he mewls to himself.

"I've heard enough, you?"

>Twilight nods, disgust openly displayed in her features.

>She knocks him out again.

 

>In the fields just a short while from town you set down Caramel, it was late now, so there had been no one out.

>That meant no one to see you bring Caramel here.

"We could still turn him in."

>"No," she says dismissively,"are you going to do the honors?"

>Without replying you slit Caramel's throat, immediately showering your hand in red.

>Twilight helps you dig the hole, you roll his body in, she casts a spell to grow grass over the overturned dirt.

>It had been a long time since you had taken a life.

>It never got easier.

 

>You wash up at the office.

>Unfortunately you couldn't get out the small bloodstain out of the cuff of your button up shirt, which was displeasing, but existed as a testament to your wrong doing.

>You leave Twilight there to work on whatever she was typing up.

>You drifted idly toward the bar, trying to convince yourself you did the right thing, that you were doing the right thing.

>That sometimes the right thing is the wrong thing.

>All the while that green eye torturing you.

>Without noticing you had past Berry's Punch, past even your apartment, and you were standing in front of a strange shop.

>A boutique.

>You knock on the door, apprehension seemingly keeping you planted in your position, unable to run away.

>The door swings open and Rarity flutters her eyes at you.

>Her smile gives away that she knew full well you were under her control.

>She turns without a word, flicking her tail - giving you a quick look.

>You follow after, closing the door behind you.

 

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