iron seduction

Phillip inclined his head at the advertisement. 

He didn’t quite understand why Gaius would be doing any of these considering he wasn’t much of a social butterfly. But he was well-aware that his friend loved sketching his figment of imagination. Hm. 

Perhaps, he should give him something to do. 

And it didn’t take a while for him to think of what he wanted to see in the drawing. In fact, his heart was already screaming the moment he saw the advertisement. 

After his voluntary work at the daycare, Phillip, the former Orphaned Cat, headed to the marketplace. It wasn’t that hard find his old friend’s “stall”. He just needed to trace for that one place covered in it all sorts of paper sheets and a variety of pencils. 

He listened attentively when Phillip shared the next line, making him smiled gently. For some reason, he had an inkling as to what could he possibly want to draw. Not wanting to step ahead of his old friend, he simply nodded. 

“That’s awesome,” he said, “But don’t say that, it’ll get real expensive soon enough, so just pay what’s written there.” Gaius pointed at the menu on a small blackboard, leaning on the tree that gave him shade. He winked at his friend. Or blinked. It was kind of hard to tell with his right eye constantly closed. He gathered the papers all around his picnic mat and stacked them together. He even put down the last paper he was working on. 

But of course his fun had to come to an end because he was going to need to take over at the bar so the bartender would switch to working the floor. The servers really needed to multitask, but Leon noticed a new, and clearly nervous, face here. He smirked when he took a seat.

“Instead of a bunny, I get a... blue fox?” he asked, smiling in amusement. “Just give me your first impression of me as a drink,” he said. Gaius was sure he would enjoy it nonetheless.

Good thing they were sitting. He could see that the fox-tailed male was a good foot taller than him. In any other male, he could pin the suit down as a drag costume, but the smooth gestures... The bartender had gotten used to it, hadn’t he?

Despite the fact that the building was packed and people were everywhere, Leon found himself bored on the job. Apparently they just didn’t want alcohol or something, well that or they were unfortunately Straight. It was really killing his chance for tips. Stupid insecure straight men. This was never an issue where he came from.

Leon lingered by the bar when an idea flashed through his head and his lips curled into a smile. He informed the bartender that he was going and slipped into the changing room. No one was in there so he was absolutely delighted that no one was going to know of his plan.

Leon stripped and adorned some pantyhose, thankful that he was blessed with flawless and hairless legs, and he snatched one of the uniforms off the rack. Though unfortunately the moment he attempted to put it on, the leg holes clamped around his thighs and refused to budge higher. He looked at the name tag. “Molly”. He would need to inform her that her uniform is too small. 

But of course he remembered that there was one of the girls complaining about an old ripped uniform no one wore in forever. Apparently the rabbit tail tore off. Leon dug through the spare uniforms and he found a perfectly good uniform. 

“No wonder why none of the girls wore this…” The size was way too big for them and there was a hole torn just above the ass. Unfortunate for the girls, but perfect for him. It would fit his tail.

He dressed himself and admired himself for a moment before deciding he needed a few touches. A little blush and eye liner. Maybe some mascara. None of the girls would mind, he was sure. But by the time he was done he looked… convincingly enough like a woman. Pretty sexy woman too. 

It might be a good thing, though. He handled a very stubborn ore not too long ago and it costed his right eye. He still felt off-balance; it would be better to lessen his working hour until he mastered his condition. That was why he took extra official job in the orphanage, having too much time in his hands. However, when the night fell, he was alone again. 

Ah, he shouldn’t linger on that notion. Wasn’t that the very reason why he deliberately went to the bar? To find some company? Gaius smiled remembering his train of thoughts as he looked around. 

Had he arrived at his destination? He wasn’t really sure. The sign in front of the place looked (way) more modest without these lamps sparkling in the night almost like a neon sign. Gaius never really hang around in this area, so it felt strange. Whatever, he had come this far, might as well as try going in. 

And what a pleasant surprise it was. It wasn’t empty, but not crowded either. The servants put their very caress-able legs on display, not that he would actually do so. He didn’t see this view coming. This wasn’t a bar (exclusively), was it?