The Ravishing


        "Don't do it."

Nene remained immobile, her hardsuit glittering under
the powerful beam of light. She hesitated as Sylia
repeated her dire warning.

         "Don't."

The pink Saber knew she had no choice -- they were
surrounded by foes, including at least six 55-Cs. Linna
was nowhere to be found, MIA after having been whisked
away by a Doberman. Priss, with one deep, bloody gash
across her forehead, was in no condition to challenge
their adversaries either. Totally unprepared and without
her hardsuit, Sylia was equally helpless. The redhead
had no choice. She turned towards Quincy, squinting
under the powerful beam which bathed her armour. Nene
unfastened her helmet, and slowly took it off. Peering
into the light, she looked straight into Quincy's hollow
eyes, holding her head up high, her voice quivering ever
so slightly.

        "Nene Romanova."

Quincy grinned, his face a grotesque, evil mask. It was
all over.

        "Yes!" he ecstatically shouted, pointing towards
the Saber.

        "We have a winner! Let's have a big round of
applause for Nene Casanova as the pink Knight Saber!"

        "Romanova! Romanova!" Nene hissed, turning
bright red. She waved at the wildly cheering crowd, a
wide, dopey smile across her face. She dared not turn
around, already feeling the heat of Sylia's stare
burning right through the suit's superceramic alloy. She
noticed a zombified Priss standing next to her, clapping
madly as she yelled into her ear above the ruckus.

        "You've got some balls, Nene, too bad Sylia's
gonna cut them off when we get back!" she laughed.

Nene was well aware of that, but she didn't care. At
long last, she had the best Halloween costume of the
party!

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