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Majima nervously adjusted her tie as she waited for Sagawa's arrival. She could still hardly believe how much her relationship with Sagawa had changed over the last few months. Sagawa's cruelty, which still very much did exist to some extent, had transformed into affection and maybe if Majima was lucky, love. Or was it obsession? Who am I kidding, she's a fuckin' freak fer me.
Sagawa's appearance reflected Majima's musings. Sagawa had mentioned she hadn't been on a proper date in ages, and well, neither had Majima once Saejima got locked up. But before her now was a goddamn bombshell.
Sagawa wore a gold dress that made her look like a movie star. It was low cut, had a slit down one of the sides, and the best part was…it was backless. Majima couldn't tear her eyes away, taking a peek of the older woman's visible sideboob combined with her cleavage, a tantalizing preview of what was underneath. Majima didn't know whether she wanted to pounce on her, or for Sagawa to devour her. Given that Sagawa was wearing heels that probably made her taller than Majima, Majima couldn't help but picture Sagawa in full dominatrix mode.
"My eyes are up here, tiger," Sagawa said as she took a seat in front of Majima.
"What'd ya expect, wearin' something like that? Fuck!"
Sagawa giggled, something that usually meant she was up to no good.
"I hope you won't get too distracted. It would be a shame if I had to punish you later, huh?"
The worst part of Sagawa's "punishments" was that you could never tell if she was going to fuck you or fight you. Which, to be fair, Majima was always itching for a fight, but Sagawa always fought dirty. It also usually ended in Majima being chained up while the older woman doled out an actual punishment. But maybe she was just teasing Majima at this point, right?
Majima awkwardly laughed. "Um, yes, Sagawa-han."
Sagawa took Majima's hand and laced their fingers together.
"Goromi-chan, we're on a date! Call me Tsu-chan, won't you?"
Ah, yes. That was definitely an order and not a request, even if using such a familiar form of address with her still felt kinda wrong.
Before Majima could reply, the waiter approached them.
"Good evening, ladies, my name is Kazuki. Would you like any refreshments? We have an excellent assortment of wines."
The waiter was barely an adult, yet had a refined air regardless. Huh, maybe I should hire him if he plays his cards right, Majima thought.
He began to hand Sagawa and Majima menus, but Sagawa interrupted him.
"We'll have a bottle of the Dom Pérignon and the filet mignon."
Kazuki peered over at Majima, confused that Sagawa was ordering for her. Majima just looked at him and shrugged. This was nothing new for them.
"Uh, right away, ma'am!" the waiter said as he sped off to the kitchen.
Finally, Majima had a moment to realize the cost of what Sagawa had ordered.
"Tsu-chan, are you sure-"
"You're going to eat your gourmet meal that I will oh so generously pay for and enjoy it."
Majima sighed. I should have known even a date with her wouldn't be an easy task, she thought. Then she looked back up at Sagawa and melted at the older woman's sly smile. And well, the view of her rack certainly helped too. Guess some occasions called for more than a cheap meal at the oden cart in the park.
"Thank you, Tsu-chan," Majima said.
"No worries, tiger. I'll add it to the one mil you already owe me."
Oh fer fuck's sake!