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You hide with her and see the cops run in the complete opposite direction. You're tempted to radio one of your slaves, but things calmed down enough to not worry them.
"Good job, Mel." You unconsciously pat her head. You see her smile.
"Whew, that was a close one!" Mel sighed with some relief. "Thank you for saving me, Master!" She giggled and gave you a light kiss on the back of your head.
"I've said that you could rely on me, haven't I?" You remind her.
"Yup!" She replied. "And I always will! I just wish I could've been more helpful, but, uh, since you weren't shooting them I wasn't gonna either. And I didn't wanna try using any fairy magic without your permission, so..."
With a swift motion she gets off your back, but then somehow trips and falls upside down as you hear some clothing tear. And, blessing your eyes, the only affected part was her skirt after getting caught on some wire.
"Eep!" She says as you move her to get a closer look. "M-Master! What the heck are you doing!?"
"Just checking if you're alright." You tell her. "So you like wearing bloomers... cute."
"I'm fine, there's no blood and nothing hurts, I'm just in an awkward positi- huh? You think I'm cute?" Her mind seems stop working for a few seconds. "W-wait! People could see us!" She squirms around, blushing. Even though there wasn't anyone other than you two in this alleyway.
"Hm." You take off your coat tie it around her waist, hiding her shame.
"T-thanks. Haha..." Mel stutters and laughs awkwardly. "I mean, I don't mind wearing skimpier clothing if you want me too. I'll leave up all the big decisions up to you, Master." She added, though she wasn't going to push for it. Her cuteness tempted you to let out a little steam with her here and now, much the same way you 'forced yourself' on Herta in a place similar to this, but you stop yourself. Because Mel liked comfort you don't think she'd be a fan of doing it upside down in a cold and dirty alleyway. Also fooling around with Mel normally ends with her fainting, and you don't think it'd be wise to have a passed out wife in this situation.
You make do with a mental promise you'd make her yours tonight and by planting a small kiss on her lips, making her freeze for a second.
"Right." You clap your hands. "Were were we?"
"We, uh," She shakes herself. "We found a lead that from the inn the mercenaries-guards were staying at. They're headed to one of the lesser used ports."
You both went to search there. Your best efforts lead to an old sailor smoking a pipe while fishing for some 'flying fish' that apparently were hidden in the clouds. A woman about his age was also sitting on a rocking chair, reading a book with a disinterested expression.
