“We really hope she’s not a burden for you.”
Hayate waved the comment off with a begrudging grin. “Nonsense! It’s nice having her around now and then.” She tried not to let her lament show, painfully aware of how plain she must look now in just a brown uniform skirt and a half-open blouse while two well-dressed women stood in her doorway looking ready for a ball. Fate’s choice for the evening was a short and rather low cut blue dress that accentuated the smooth, toned curvature of her figure, next to her partner’s flowing backless pale green number. With her hair down for the first time in recent memory, Nanoha looked stunning.
“Well,” sighed the brunette still holding a smile on her face, “I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into trouble while you’re having fun.” The fast shift of her eyes and a devilish mirth caused both women to blush spectacularly.
“You’ve got a dirty mind, Hayate-chan.”
She didn’t wait to watch her friends walking off arm in arm. There were more important matters to attend to, after all. A quick wave of one hand sealed the lock on the door and folded the shutters over the big bay window in the main room. It was getting dark anyway.
It was definitely the sweet, high register of a young girl, but there was a sultry tone in that voice calling to her enticingly. Hayate followed her ears through the nearest open doorway to the source. What she discovered was not new, though wholly appreciated.
Vivio had bent herself over the kitchen table with an innocent expression on her angelic young face and was looking over her shoulder as her caretaker entered the room, a pair of plain white thong-backed panties dangling around her ankles, the back of her white and blue striped skirt held aloft with one hand. She was currently giggling as she waved her hips and shook that perky young ass at her babysitter.