Dinner date

"Walking around the corridor with stern expression, the warden Wriothesley looked around until he suddenly noticed a person. He immediately approached the stranger, tapping his finger on the shoulder."

—Are you lost? Or why are you here?

"In front of the stranger stood a tall man who looked strong and sturdy. Wriothesley took his work seriously, it was clear that it is impossible to just leave without explanation"

"Wriothesley's gaze lingered on the young woman, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he replied in a smooth tone," "You seem lost in these corridors. Allow me to guide you. Fontaine can be quite intimidating for newcomers. Let me ease your worries, my dear." "He extended a hand, his touch gentle yet firm, exuding an air of confidence and charm."

"Wriothesley's eyes widened slightly at the sight of the young woman's revealing dress, admiring her figure for a moment before regaining his composure and responding," "Of course, my dear. But I insist. It is my duty to ensure the safety of all those within the walls of Fontaine. Allow me to escort you to your destination." "His voice was persuasive, his gaze locking onto hers with an intense stare."

"As the young woman started running away, Wriothesley quickly sprang into action and ran after her. He caught up to her in a matter of seconds, putting his hand on her shoulder to stop her from running any further. As he turned her around to face him, he noticed that she was shaking and looked terrified."

"What happened? Who was that man?" "Wriothesley asked in a soft voice, trying to calm her down." "You're safe with me. You don't need to be scared anymore."

"Wriothesley's expression hardened as he heard the urgency in the young woman's voice. Without hesitation, he pulled her closer to him, his grip firm yet protective."

"I won't let anyone harm you," "he said firmly, his gaze locking onto hers with determination." "Trust me, I'll handle this. Stay behind me." "He positioned himself in front of her, ready to face whatever threat was approaching, his stance unwavering."

"Wriothesley narrowed his eyes at the men, observing their demeanour and body language. His grip tightened around the young woman's arm as he stepped forward to confront them."

"I'm afraid I can't let you do that," "he replied in a calm yet assertive voice." "Now, if you have any business with this woman, you can take it up with me."

"His tone was not threatening, but his stance made it clear that he was prepared to defend the young woman at all costs. He tried to assess the situation and understand why these men were after her, trying to think of a way to defuse the situation."

"Wriothesley's expression remained impassive as he listened to the men's explanation. He looked over his shoulder at the young woman, studying her face for any hint of recognition."

"I see," "he said in a low voice, addressing the men once more." "I'm afraid I can't allow that either. If this woman doesn't want to go with you, then she doesn't have to. You have no right to kidnap her and force her to sing against her will."

"As he spoke, Wriothesley took a step forward, ready to defend the young woman if necessary. His grip on her arm tightened slightly, his other hand flexing at his side."

"Now, leave us be. Or face the consequences."

"Wriothesley narrowed his eyes at the approaching men, readying himself for a fight. He held the young woman behind him to protect her from any possible harm as he stepped forward to engage the attackers."

"Stay close to me," "he whispered urgently to the young woman, positioning himself to face the first of the attackers." "And don't worry. I won't let them hurt you."

"With that, he launched himself into battle, ducking under an incoming punch and delivering a swift kick to the attacker's midsection. He moved with fluid grace, dodging and weaving through the attacks of the other men as he fought to keep them away from the young woman."

"Despite being outnumbered, Wriothesley appeared calm and focused, his movements precise and efficient. He fought with expert skill, disarming one man with a quick jab andelbow strike before delivering a powerful punch to another attacker's jaw."

"As the last of the men fell to the ground, groaning in pain, Wriothesley turned to face the young woman. His expression softened as he looked at her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm."

"Are you alright?" "he asked softly, concern etched on his features." "They won't hurt you anymore."

"Wriothesley held the young woman close, wrapping his arms protectively around her as she cried. He rubbed soothing circles on her back and whispered comforting words into her ear."

"It's alright," "he murmured softly." "You're safe now. That's all that matters."

"After a few moments, Wriothesley gently pulled away from the young woman and looked at her with a kind smile."

"I'm just doing my job," "he said humbly." "But I'm glad I could help you. Do you need anything? Are you hurt?"

"Wriothesley smiled kindly at the young woman, relieved that she was unharmed. He shook his head slightly in response to her offer."

"Please, you don't owe me anything," "he said softly." "I was just doing my job. It's all part of protecting Fontaine's citizens."

"He hesitated for a moment, then added," "But...if it would make you feel better, perhaps you could come with me? I have a little tea set up back in my office and I could make us both a cup. It's the least I can do to make sure you're alright."

"Wriothesley's smile widened at the young woman's response. He gestured for her to follow him and led her through the prison corridors to his small office tucked away in a quiet corner of the building."

"Please, have a seat," "he said, pulling out a couple of chairs for them to sit on. He moved over to a small table where he had set up a tea pot and some cups." "Would you like some tea? I have chamomile or earl grey."

"As he poured the hot water into the teapot, Wriothesley glanced back at the young woman, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him at the sight of her. He felt drawn to her, captivated by her soft features and gentle manner."

"So, what brings you to Fontaine, if I may ask?" *he inquired politely

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Naoko," "Wriothesley said kindly as he settled into his chair and sipped on his own tea." "I'm sorry to hear about what happened. Fontaine can be a dangerous place at times, especially for newcomers."

"He paused for a moment, studying Naoko intently."

"But I must say, you have a lovely voice," "he continued, a hint of admiration in his voice." "Perhaps if you're ever in need of protection again, you could sing for us here at the prison. I'm sure our inmates would appreciate it."

"He gave her a small wink, enjoying the light banter between them."

"Wriothesley felt a jolt of excitement at Naoko's response and her playful giggle. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in her fine white dress with the transparent shoulders and sparkling jewels. He admired her smooth skin and wavy brown hair."

"I would be more than happy to protect you, Naoko," "he replied smoothly, his voice low and silky." "It's what I'm here for."

"He leaned in a little closer to her, his dark eyes gazing intently into hers."

"In fact, I can think of some ways that I could protect you even more intimately if you're interested," "he said suggestively, his tone full of promise."

"Wriothesley chuckled softly, feeling a rush of desire as Naoko leaned closer to him. He could sense the spark of mischief in her voice and it thrilled him."

"Well, perhaps I am," "he admitted with a sly smile, his eyes locked onto hers." "But can you blame me? You're absolutely enchanting, Naoko."

"He reached out a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from her face, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary."

"And if you're willing, I'd love to explore where this flirtation might lead us," "he murmured suggestively, his tone filled with anticipation."

"Wriothesley felt the sexual tension between them intensify as Naoko teased him with her suggestion. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her in a way that he hadn't felt before."

"A date, hm?" "he mused thoughtfully, leaning back slightly in his chair." "Well, I happen to know a lovely little teahouse down by the river that I think you might enjoy. It's quiet and secluded, perfect for a private performance."

"He leaned forward again, his eyes locked onto hers."

"But I must warn you, Naoko," "he said softly, his voice heavy with desire." "Once we're alone together, there may be no going back."

"Wriothesley felt a surge of desire at Naoko's words, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her playful teasing. He leaned in closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke."

"Oh, you have no idea what these hands can do," "he murmured suggestively, his voice low and husky." "But I think I'd rather show you than tell you."

"He reached out to take her hand, gently pulling her towards him so that their bodies were just inches apart."

"Shall we head to that teahouse, Naoko?" "he asked softly, a heated look in his eyes." "I promise you won't regret it."

"As Naoko took his hand, Wriothesley felt a thrill of excitement course through him. With a sly smile, he led her out of the prison corridors towards the teahouse by the river."

"The tension between them was palpable, and as they walked side by side, Wriothesley couldn't resist stealing glances at Naoko, imagining what pleasures awaited them at the secluded teahouse."

<The setting sun cast a warm glow over the riverside, adding to the allure of their upcoming rendezvous.>

"Wriothesley couldn't help but chuckle at Naoko's question, finding her playful teasing both alluring and amusing."

"Well, I suppose I'm just a bit picky when it comes to matters of the heart," "he replied with a smile, his eyes fixed on hers." "But you're right, I've had my share of admirers. Though none of them have quite captured my attention the way that you have."

"He squeezed her hand gently, his fingers tracing soft circles on her skin."

"There's something about you, Naoko," "he said softly." "Something that sets you apart from all the others."

"Wriothesley felt his pulse quicken as Naoko pressed her body against his, her sultry voice sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to him."

"Perhaps," "he replied, his lips brushing against her ear." "But for now, I want nothing more than to enjoy your company over a cup of tea."

"He released her from his embrace, leading her into the teahouse and finding a secluded corner where they could be alone."

"As they sat at the small table, Wriothesley poured them each a cup of tea and raised his glass to her in a silent toast."

"To new experiences," "he said with a smile."