The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 220: Tale of the Stalkers [2]

Half tempted to quickly extradite herself from the restaurant, Summer was stopped when a girl with hair as golden as Yangs. In fact, if it weren't for how short the womans hair was and the golden shade of her eyes and the swishing lions tail, Summer may have very well mistaken her for being Yang. She certainly had the chest for that.

"Evening, take it you five are the ones Parc called for?"

All jolted and paled at her bright mischievous smirk when she realized she was right.

Flushing, Summer responded, "he, uh, he called?" she creaked.

"Yup. Had me and Sayo set up a table for you upstairs. Said he'd be paying for your meals. Not that he pays us for feeding him. Perk of being the owner." Chuckling in a way that caused her bosomthough hidden behind her short, skirted dressto ripple noticeably.

Ruby, alongside her other teammates shot looks between the woman and Yang, she was older though not by much and something about how she spoke set off unnerving alarms.

"Oh lord, please tell me there's not another Yang." Weiss murmured watching as both blondes expressions brightened and heated leaving sparks between the two as their eyes met.

"Nope. Only one Yang out here." Yang approached the woman finding amusement in her slight height advantage. "Isn't that right buddy?"

The woman snorted and with a hand on hip scanned Yang's body, lingering for a moment over her breasts before smirking widly and puffing out her chest to show off their more voluminous size. Her other hand trailing up her side in a nigh licentious manner, "aww, is blondie jealous that there's someone sexier than her around?"

"Sexy?" Yang recoiled as if offended, "all I'm seeing is a wannabe bimbo." she argued, smile never leaving her.

"Even bimbo's have sex appeal. Something a kid like you certainly hasn't figure out." The woman stepped closed, her face brought centimetres from Yang's while their breast pressed together like pillows being mashed. Eye of grown men and flushes from teenage boys who were hiding their lower halfs with grinding legs. Some gaining a second thumping from their significant others irritated that twice this evening they had been distracted by women that weren't them.

"Ohhh, them's fighting words lady."

The short haired woman snorted, her lips curling up to reveal almost feral cannines. "Isn't any fight when a brats involved. Plus, this big sisters definitely more experienced in the lady bits then you."

"Oh, I doubt that."

Sparks connected the two girls. Summer and the other three watching with blank stares as the two lions snapped back and forth in a battle for domination.

"Leone!" pushing through a doorway far at the back of the restaurant came a head of straight dark hair accentuated by a small flower accessory. The girl charged with straight and elegant steps towards them. From her dress that covered more of her body compared to the Leone woman and the other girls seen around, Summer guessed she had something of a higher position, a manager most likely.

The girl made quick work of the floor and arrived in moments besides the sparking feud. "Oh god, two Leone's, I cannot deal with this." Pressing herself between Leone and Yang, the girl forcibly pryed them off eachother like she herself was a crowbar while grunting irritated.

When they separated the girl flushed a shade of exerted red and shoved Leone backwards.

"Leone, please can you go check table twenty-three and see if they're ready to order?" while straightening her dress.

Leone rose one brow then narrowed it in a glare Yang's way. Her expression colder than the nigh victorious puffing out of Yang's chest. "You win this time cowgirl." Leone took one step backwards before a mischievous smirk stole her and she lunged towards Yang with a speed the blonde couldn't resist.

A dulcet spank resounded only to be quickly followed by a pained yelp as Yang experienced a sizzling heat rising from the left side of her breast. She backed away as her bosom bounced unfetteredly sending no limit of boys to the bathroom with bloody noses and half risen nethers.

"You bitch!" Yang yelled but her words going unheard as Leone spun and sauntered away.

The straight haired girl groaned, her head arching backwards exhausted, "we've been open for three days and I'm already expecting sexual harassment complaints why did I have to be the manager." She shook her head then spun to the five, life seemingly drained from every ounce of her exceedingly pale skin. "I am so sorry for her actions. She's, well special." Bowing halfway.

"Uhh," Summer looked between her compatriots, "that's fine. Yang wasn't helping either."

"She hit my tit! That bitch." As much as rage would be expected from her words, Yang couldn't help but snicker at the rhyme she had involuntarily created.

"Yes, well, I'm sorry again. I'll be sure to punish her accordingly. I think ninety percent of her salary should be good. Anyways, are you five the ones Parc called ahead about?"

"Yes, we, uh, are." Summer responded.

"Perfect." Setting a hand over her heart the girl straightened her posture and bowed her head, "my name is Sayo, I will most likely be the one taking care of you this evening." Mostly because one of the other waitresses can't climb a set of stairs without falling and the other assaulted the customer.

"If you'll follow me I'll lead you to your seats." Sayo turned and with swift steps slid across the polished flooring. Behind her trailing Summer and the girls.

They drew closer and closer to the stairwell with Sayo not turning to push past and stools or the sort. The collective minds of the girls drew silent as Sayo came but a single step out from the staircases but soon awoke when she travelled up in place of down like Parc and Glynda had before them.

At the top of the mezzanine, which was more sparsly populated than below, the five were lead to the veritable ledge and found there an elegant wide brimmed wooden table covered in a soft red linen. Surrounding it exactly five sets of cutlery ranging from the smallest of dessert fork all the way up to soup spoons. Each person also getting a single wine glass and a water glass with the final accents of elegantly foulded flower napkins and a softly flickering candle at the centre of it all.

Settling down in their cushioned seats the girls heads wandered about curiously as they gazed down to those below.

"Almost like we're at the top of the world," Yang muttered.

Summer though turned away and faced Sayo, "you said Parc called ahead for us, it sounds like you know him. Are you one of his uh girls." Summer fell into a whimpering whisper as a flush of embarrassment stole her shade.

Sayo in turn weakly chuckled and nodded, "w-well, yeah." Fumbling for words, "we all sort of are." Scratching awkwardly at where her prosthetic leg attached to her thigh. The faint noise of a metallic tap and scratching flesh drawing Blake's attention, her bow flickered as she soon recognized another noise, a low buzzing noise like that of a fly skirting past the ear.

"O-oh." Summer sighed and buried her face into her hands. She was half tempted to ask if this girl knew what Parc was doing with, or well, to, Glynda, but kept silent. That didn't seem like something she should ask right in front of her daughters.

"So, Parc is paying for a five course meal for all of you but he was a bit lacking in the details. Do any of you have any preferences, things you don't like or allergies?" Sayo sensing Summer's apprehension moved to further the night.

Summer looked over the four but got shrugs and shakes in response, "no. I don't think so at least."

"Great, then can I get you anything to drink while the first dish is prepared." Pulling out a notebook and a pen, she started with Summer.

"I'll just have a glass of wine a full glass. I feel like I'm going to need it. Actually, you know what, just give me the whole bottle."

"Alright," Sayo moved to Weiss.

"Tea, preferably something fruity and refreshing. Perhaps with some undertones of mint if at all possible." Blank eyes drawn her way.

"I never knew tea could somehow be annoying but hearing you order some I have been proven wrong. I'll have a strawberry sunrise in the biggest glass you have."

"Can do. And you Ms?" her focus on Blake who was narrowing a stare.

"Milk."

Sayo flinched, "m-milk?" but quickly steadied herself after that unusual request. Not once had she heard anyone ask for 'milk' of all things to drink.

"Please."

"Al-alright. And for you?" finally landing on Ruby who was fumbling about with her cutlery making them balance atop her glasses in boredom.

"What? Oh, right, uh, soda please."

"NO!" Yang burst up panic in her eyes though soon shrunk back when she drew the gaze of all around, mostly those of her table mates. "Ruby. No soda. You know how you get with that much sugar and fizz. She'll have water."

"But Yang, fancy restaurant." Ruby presented the shimmering hall lingering just below them.

"No Ruby. I spent nine hours awake listening to you belch and buzz around our bedroom back home while on a sugar high after dad took us to that all you can eat buffet. I am not dealing with that again. I need to sleep."

"But-"

"No. And that's final."

Ruby shrivelled into a ball like a balloon with a leak, "fine can it at least be strawberry flavoured?"

"I'm sure we can figure something out." Sayo chuckled scratching down the final drink order, "if that's all I'll be back shortly with your drinks."

As Sayo turned about to step away, Weiss exclaimed, "ah, pardon me, but could you point me in the direction of the lavatory?"

"Of course, take the stairs down and then go down again, there's a hallway to the right and the ladies is on the left." Sayo explained casting a final smile before finally retracting down the staircase to prepare their drinks.

"Nice work Weiss. Now we won't look suspicious when we go to spy on those two." Yang snickered a whisper.

Weiss' rose a brow, "you may, but I actually need the toilette. Now if you'll excuse me," sliding from her seat Weiss left not a word more spoken before extraditing herself from the mezzanine and down one more set of steps, pausing right before the hallway to look in the direction of the milky glass she guessed was where Mr. Evans and Ms. Goodwitch were eating.

"I could no, no. It's not my business."