"Servant Competition: Dirt on Lucius"

"You mean-" her words were interrupted when Sigmund pulled her towards an empty dressing room. He slid the latch to lock the wooden door, before letting go of her.

"Shall we use a sound barrier?" Ivory asked.

"No need. We'd spend mana that way. Why, Ivory?" Sigmund grinned, "Why do you always need a sound barrier when you replenish my mana?"

She turned beet red and looked away, "What if we're going to talk about something… important!"

"You always speak nonsense at times like these," the Vampire Servant made her look into her eyes, cupping her chin, "How about be a bit quiet today, hmm? Can you do that?"

She gave a shy nod. Afterwards, Ivory let Sigmund take off her shoulder armour. Feeling his fingers slide repeatedly onto the surface of her neck, she felt hotter and hotter each second that passed.