Bisous à Tous [Batilde's Kissing Booth]

"Phew... Finally, all done." Batilde said with a proud and somewhat exhausted look on her face as she finished making her booth. It had taken longer than what she originally anticipated at first, but at least it was all up now. The french lass had changed into something quite befitting of a place like this. Her Maid Outfit of course, from her job. The girl Destiny had been soo excited to see Batilde bring a suit of her own (Maybe because of the fact that she wasn't the only one wearing a getup like that), but hey, she looked alright in it. Not as good as Destiny though, she admitted begrudingly. That girl was in a class of her own, and Batilde couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous whenever her gaze fell upon the near perfect frame of her "superior." The fact that she was blonde didn't exactly aid Batilde's case either, as the black hair she had looked so... boring in comparison.

Either way, once the last finishing touches were done, she opened up her booth for buissness, waiting eagerly inside for someone to pop up. It couldn't be that bad right? All she had to do was just give the other person a kiss... Yeah... simple... so why did she feel like this was a big mistake now? Oh well, she would at least give this the good ol' college try, if nothing else. Who knows. She might enjoy it.

In enters a Masako, standing dramatically and pointing directly at the French Maid.

"I wish to partake in this Ritual!" Masako declared boldly.

"Masako, this is going far enou- you?!?!"

"You know this woman?" Masako asked Tatum in confusion.

"Ahahahahahahaha..." was all Tatum could reply with. "Just oooooonnnnne moment, please..." With that, she rushed towards Batilde, climbed the table, and just whispered, "Don't mention that you've seen me before, I don't want to get kicked out of school for visiting your place before! Please please please don't out me!" Tatum looked rather different wearing just a school uniform, as oppose to a jacket that covered her face, so if she was recognizable, it would be quite a feat.

Afterwards, she jumped off and rushed back to Masako.

"Ahem... I still say we should stop," Tatum said.

"... right..." was all Masako replied with before walking forward, waiting to be acknowledged.

Zipping through the streets of the festival, Iris would let out a haughty laugh as she went from booth to booth stealing kisses and tickets all along the way. Her Persona followed along in tandem, her partner in crime, appearing to intervene when needed and otherwise simply watching with his usual eternal and unfading grin. The terrorist was having the time of her life and was ready to keep it going. Her eyes looked for her next target and slowly fell upon one. This one was familiar though... Yeah, she'd recognize her anywhere. That was Miss Maid beyond a shadow of a doubt. She'd skid to a stop and seemingly disappeared from the scene. It would appear that Iris was gone, but soon enough she'd reemerge, albeit unrecognizable from before.


Naturally, Miyuki had removed her mask for this one and had, of course, made sure to "vanish" before doing so; she didn't want anybody knowing her secret identity, after all. Walking in with a playful expression on her face, the girl would wave to her friend and let out a light laugh. "If it isn't Miss Maid! I can't say I expected to find you in a place like this. Looks like you got some customers as well~" She remarked in a teasing tone. This time she took her place in line behind them, unlike she had done while at Maria's stand, and would patiently await her turn.

Masako was a little surprised by how quick this one played out. She had an air of confidence to her that suggested that this was normal to her. Perhaps this was her way of being informal?

"T-thank you," she replied with a bow, none-the-less, "That will suffice. Thank you for having me."

"N-no kiss for me," Tatum replied, "I'm not old enough for that kind of thing... Good luck! Watch out, there's a kissing thief on the loose!"

"I still can't believe that one evaded me," Masako groaned, "But I'll find that one and make sure that they pay dearly for their crimes."

"And by that, you mean make them apologizes, right?" Tatum said as the two left the booth.

Miyuki could only grin and grin as the two left. Not only had she eluded them, but now she and Batilde had the moment to themselves. The girl chuckled at her friend's nervousness; she was predictable at times, but fun to hang around nonetheless. "And then there were two~" She remarked nonchalantly as she strolled up to the booth and took her place there. Her amber eyes would study the maid for a moment as she navigated through her mind looking for a response.


With that cheesy-ass line out of the way, Miyuki would slowly lean in...

Miyuki's eyes would shoot open in shock at first. She didn't actually expect Batilde to go along with it and had more or less just been messing with her, so when she found her lips locked around her friend's she couldn't help but be surprised. Her cheeks would start to burn with a passionate, crimson blush that mirrored the maid's own and she'd slowly let her eyelids close and her vision fade as she embraced the moment. Since the maid had no intent of pulling back first, the minutes would continue to tick by and the contact would remain unbroken for a long, long time before the girl finally pulled back and found herself gasping for air. She nearly fell to the floor, but despite this she looked oddly pleased, albeit with a slight tinge of embarrassment visible on her face in the form of the fading blush.

"I-I don't think words could really describe that... You're a natural at this sort of thing Batilde. Whoever you're working for better be counting their blessings knowing they've got you on the job."

She wasn't sure what to do now. The obvious course of action was to say goodbye and head out, but after that leaving so soon felt a bit odd. Miyuki would take a few seconds to catch her bearings first and, once she was ready, would make her way toward the exit. "I guess I'll see you back in Endymion, Batilde... or maybe somewhere around this festival. Who knows?" With a wave she'd make her departure and wander outside. After making her way to a secluded area and checking to make sure there were no witnesses, she'd summon her mask back onto her face and once again don her disguise. The kissing thief's duty was far from over even if she had already stolen the most valuable gem.