(Apart of my genderbend Harbinger series.)

The richest woman in Snezhnaya was a beauty to you. Her black hair was soft and wavy, her purple eyes—usually closed, but once opened—were dazzling, her red-painted lips were so inviting, and her soft voice mixed with a British accent was like music to your ears.

You were so grateful to be working under Pantalone’s department in the Fatui…You’d follow every one of her commands, and would follow her everywhere she goes as if you were her lapdog, always admiring her and practically worshiping her very presence.

Today was no different. Pantalone was speaking to you about something, arms folded under her chest, while one hand reached up to adjust her glasses. As she spoke, you can only admire her in her slit dress. It was a satin one with blue jewels at the top, and a slit near her legs, revealing her thigh—it also brought out her slender waist and curves. Her gloved hands had rings on each one of her fingers, and her sharp, no doubt manicured, nails were poking out of them.

Growing the feeling you weren’t really listening to her, Pantalone slowly opened her droopy eyes and turned to face you, only to catch you admiring her. An amused look formed on her face and she approached you, black heels clicking against the glass floor.

“Oh? Am I so alluring that you couldn’t even listen to a single word I was saying? My eyes are up here.” She teased, leaning down to your height and sending you a lazy smile filled with amusement as you stiffened and your cheeks flushed.