Chapter 202: Tower Shenanigans Part 3

That same night, just as Arias and Mercy were about to get off the elevator at the lounge level, they encountered an excitable Harley waiting just outside. For a moment, her expression was one of confusion. 

"I thought this elevator got stuck or something. Wait a minute… I *know* that smell—you guys were railing!" 

Harley wasn't subtle in her accusations, and she didn't hesitate to yell it out.

This bold claim caused a still-wobbly Mercy to frown. 

"Not everyone is a slut like you. That's just perfume."

Mercy's quick excuse wasn't the least bit convincing, even to someone as gullible as Harley. 

"There's no perfume that smells like sex, trust me, I tried looking before! Heck, I almost made one! Just admit it—you were getting some much-needed dicking down. Too bad it didn't get rid of the stick up your ass."

"What the fuck did you just say?" Mercy shot back, eyes narrowing.

"Ya heard me! I can still see the cum on your face too!" Harley teased, and Mercy's expression faltered as she quickly wiped her face with her sleeve.

However, Harley just laughed. 

"Gotcha! You even believed it! And you call me a slut? You damn corporate whore."

That was the last straw. In the next moment, an enraged Mercy lunged at Harley, tackling her to the ground as the two began to wrestle. 

"You stupid clown! Take that back!"

"No! Get off me! You smell like a low-quality orgasm, you skank!" Harley shot back.

Arias, who had been silent this entire time, simply yawned as he stepped out of the elevator, not the least bit interested in their bickering. 

He shook his head at the sight and walked away toward the lounge area, where he found a curious Cheshire exiting to investigate the commotion.

As soon as she saw Harley and Mercy on the floor, Cheshire showed visible disappointment, then turned her attention to Arias. 

"And here I thought all that screaming was an orgy…" 

Cheshire's disappointment seemed almost genuine, but she soon grinned as she caught snippets of Harley and Mercy's fight.

As Arias entered the lounge, she followed him. He glanced at her and asked, 

"Are those common in the League of Assassins?"

It was a genuine question, given Cheshire's love for all things depraved. One might think the League had some interesting customs. 

But Cheshire shook her head in disappointment while trailing behind him. 

"I wish. That place is stricter than a Catholic boarding school. You can't even have girl-only orgies or fondle each other in the baths! It's just train this, train that."

"Sounds absolutely tragic," Arias replied with little interest in Cheshire's dramatic display, though it was clear he was amused by her exaggeration.

Despite the sarcasm, Cheshire continued to follow Arias until he settled on one of the large, luxurious sofas. She unceremoniously sat beside him in a seductive manner, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips. 

"Oh, it *was*. But that's all in the past, right? I'm sure my new master will put my abilities to full use." She traced a finger along her exposed thigh suggestively.

Arias cast her a side glance and sighed. 

"I'm reminded why I spend so little time in the general areas of this building."

Cheshire, undeterred, grew bolder in her advances. 

"Oh? I can't have my poor master feeling that way. Good thing I know a nice, untouched place you can relax inside… I promise it'll take all your stress away."

Before Arias could reply, Diana walked into the lounge with her usual energetic demeanor, immediately joining the conversation. 

"By Hera, this place you speak of sounds magical! I didn't know the outside world still had such places. Where is it located? I, too, would like to bask inside and have my stress cleansed."

Diana, oblivious to the context, stood proudly in front of the sofa, paying no mind to Cheshire's suggestive pose. After all, Diana had bathed nude with Arias before—something like this couldn't faze her.

Cheshire, knowing that Diana often misunderstood modern phrases, tried to clarify in a not-so-subtle way. 

"Sorry, but I'm afraid only the boss has the 'tool' I'm looking for. You know, to get to that special place, some nice, hard *penetration* is needed, if you get what I mean." Cheshire even glanced at Arias's crotch to drive her point home.

Or so she thought…

"Worry not, friend! I shall pierce through whatever it is with my mighty sword! I, Princess Diana, will not be denied, nor shall I back down from a challenge!" 

Although Diana didn't have a sword with her, nothing could stop her from striking her trademark pose, raising her hand majestically as if wielding one.

Even Cheshire, usually unfazed, couldn't help but frown at the thought of being 'pierced' by a sword. 

"Right… I'll let you know as soon as the place opens," Cheshire muttered, her mood thoroughly ruined by the oblivious Amazon princess.

Arias smirked, seeing an opportunity to change the subject. 

"A day to look forward to, I'm sure. That aside, Diana, I've been thinking it's time we expand your image to the people."

His cryptic suggestion piqued Diana's interest, her suspicion-free eyes lighting up. 

"Oh! Will you be making a bigger… what is it called? A poster? Shall I need to pose victoriously again? I do not mind, but this time, I wish for it to be while I'm stepping on the head of my defeated adversary! I feel it will look more majestic, like the paintings of my mother."

Arias shook his head, amused by her grand idea. 

"No, I was thinking of something far more… grand."