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With Nanamo informing him when to pop over the previous evening, Andrew returned to Eorzea early the next morning, finding himself in a small, private room with many plants, vases, and a large circular table, currently occupied by three people.

'They look way better in reality...' noted Andrew, passing his gaze over the two women flanking Nanamo at the table. The first was a 'notably' buxom woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, the former fashioned into braids, a loose bun, and bangs that framed the right side of her face.

Shifting his gaze to the final woman at the table, Andrew got goosebumps as their gazes met, the woman's icy, blue, cat-like eyes seeming like they could ascertain the truth of all things. Her build was comparably lithe and petite compared to the previous woman, but she had an exotic appeal due to her short, platinum hair, cat-like ears, unblemished brown skin, and the cat-like tail protruding from her lower back. Her simple white dalmatic and blue trousers were fairly plain compared to her future outfits, but they did little to diminish her beauty.

"Allow me the honor of introducing everyone," said Nanamo, smiling as she gestured to the first scandalously dressed woman and said, "This is Lady Minfilia Warde, Acting Antecedent of the Path of the Twelve and Antecedent of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn."

Placing her hand over her chest, Minfilia adopted a polite smile and said, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Andrew, Envoy of the Crystals."

After permitting Minfilia to complete her introduction, Nanamo gestured to the second woman, adding, "And this is Lady Y'shtola Rhul, Archon, Scion of the Seventh Dawn, and former member of the Circle of Knowing."

"It's a pleasure," appended Y'shtola, narrowing her icy blue eyes as she noted, "Though, considering the proposition that brought us here, I must admit I have certain...reservations about our meeting."

"I have similar concerns," expressed Minfilia, her smile showing a hint of awkwardness as she supplanted, "I am prepared to sacrifice anything for Eorzea and its people, but I am not impervious to doubt. If Prince Andrew could answer some of our questions about the specifics of his abilities, it would go a long way toward alleviating those concerns..."

"Ask away," said Andrew, joining the three girls at the table. Once he had, it was Y'shtola who asked, "Is it strictly necessary for prospective proxies to engage you sexually? And, if so, how often...?"

"It's not," revealed Andrew, causing Nanamo's brows to rise and Minfilia to blink in surprise. Y'sthola, however, narrowed her eyes intently, prompting Andrew to explain, "It ultimately comes down to whether or not I trust the person being appointed as proxy. Being intimate is simply the fastest way to build the required trust. The alternative is months of close association to foster familiarity, but I'm a man. Spending enough time with a beautiful woman to feel meaningfully close to them would be...challenging without certain feelings and expectations forming..."

Exhaling a sigh, Y'shtola crossed her arms and closed her eyes, seemingly entering a deep state of introspection. Minfilia used that as an opportunity to ask several follow-up questions, initially focusing on Andrew's abilities but quickly transitioning to the topic of an official trade agreement. Verbal agreements and promises had their place, but when the subject was trade between sovereign nations and city-states, certain 'formalities' needed to be observed...

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After four and a half hours of discussion, helping Minfilia draft the outline that would be presented to the remaining Grand Companies, Andrew felt more drained than when he partook in the Festival of the Hunt. Inversely, Minfilia and Nanamo became increasingly energetic, clearly exhilarated by the prospects outlined in the document.

Providing a bit of sobriety to the situation, Y'shtola, who had been silent for much of the discussion, calmly remarked, "Lofty ideals and aspirations ought to be tempered by reason. Until we have addressed the elephant in the room, it would be best not to get too excited..."

Directing her gaze to Andrew, compelling him to become fully alert and sit straighter, Y'shtola added, "I am...willing to become your proxy, but I have other duties to attend to. Since you possess knowledge of this world, you should be aware of the threats we face. Most pressing is the threat of the Empire, but there are far greater dangers lurking in the shadows..."

Preempting Andrew's response, Y'shtola raised her hand and added, "My conditions are as such. You will disclose what you know of this world and its events, and we will decide how to use that information. Furthermore, I desire unrestricted access to the books and knowledge of your world, its culture, magical systems, and history..."

"I can gain you access to the Grand Libraries of Alexandria and our allied nation, Lindblum, but if you desire more than that, we'd have to negotiate with the appropriate parties," explained Andrew.

"So long as you actively assist me in that pursuit, that will suffice," stated Y'shtola, recrossing her arms as she added, "I'll not ask that you fight our battles for us, but if we are to truly 'trust' one another, a certain degree of cooperation is expected..."

"We wouldn't be having this discussion if I weren't willing to lend a hand," noted Andrew, adopting a smile.

Nodding, seemingly in approval, Y'shtola narrowed her eyes and stated, "Then, once we are finished here—"

"One moment, please," said Minfinilia, seeing where things were headed and interjecting to question, "Will you only be accepting a single proxy to represent each world?" while looking at Andrew.

"I'm more than willing to accept others," replied Andrew. "But, so long as they're reasonably close to the person chosen as a proxy, anyone within the local group we create can enjoy certain benefits."

"I understand that," said Minfilia, as Andrew had said something similar during her questioning. "But it would be more...convenient if there were more people to transport to. Y'shtolla is exceptionally capable but can't manage everything alone...even more so if she is to tour your world and explore others..."

Shaking his head, Andrew reiterated, "As I said, I'm more than willing to accept multiple proxies. The important thing is that you work things out amongst yourselves so there aren't any major disputes."

"That shouldn't be a problem," replied Minfilia, directing a smiling gaze to Y'shtola, prompting the latter to express, "I have little else to say until I better apprehend the situation. But I have always trusted your judgment, Minfilia. Do what you believe is necessary. I will do the same."

"Thank you, Y'shtola," said Minfilia, her expression and tone softening. Then, shifting her gaze to Andrew, she became much more business-like as she stated, "I should return for the time being. Once I have discussed this matter with the relevant parties, I may...press upon your willingness to accept additional proxies..."

Understanding what Minfilia meant, Andrew smiled awkwardly and said, "Just keep it within reason..."

"I shall," replied Minfilia. Then, after a few parting words with Nanamo and a brief, private conversation with Y'shtola, she departed as a new addition to Andrew's list of contacts...

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"Your home is very beautiful..." remarked Y'sthola, facing outward and leaning over the parapet of Alexandria's VIP viewing area after Andrew introduced her to Garnet and gave her a tour of the castle. Her posture gave Andrew a full view of her ass, but he was pretty sure that was the point as her cat-like tail swayed slowly from side to side.

"I'm a very lucky man..." responded Andrew, eliciting a faint, scoffing chuckle from the alluring cat girl. She was tempted to contend that he was opportunistic, but that also applied to her as she wouldn't be in this situation if not for the benefits he promised.

"Was it your idea to have all your Knights walk around in leotards?" asked Y'shtola, turning to face Andrew as she leaned against the parapet, using her elbows to prop herself up.

Shaking his head, Andrew revealed, "It's apparently been a tradition for a few hundred years. I only arrived in this world a few months ago, without memories. Queen Garnet was just a Princess at the time, but one thing led to another, and now I'm here, admiring you..."

Narrowing her eyes, Y'shtola remarked, "You have a way with words, but you'll find I'm not fond of flowery phrases and complimentary speech. If you want something from me, then come forth and say it. The situation in my world does not afford us considerable time, nor do I have the patience for a roundabout courtship..."

Bobbing his head a few times, Andrew responded, "I understand. But I'm also the sentimental type. You would undoubtedly acquire the necessary permissions if we were to have sex, but trust, like a relationship, needs to be maintained. If you become cold and detached after we did the deed, it would be...difficult to maintain your privileged status."

Moving away from the parapet, Y'shtola approached Andrew with crossed arms, staring up at him as she said, "Then we just need to keep in contact using the communication function of your system. When I'm not busy with my research or conducting an investigation, you can teleport to me or the opposite; I'll come to you. If that proves insufficient, we'll draft an agenda or employ another method."

Though Y'shtola was much shorter than him at 156cm, Andrew felt like he was the one being looked down upon as she stared almost 'defiantly' into his eyes. It was clear she wasn't planning to be lovey-dovey with him, but if he were being honest, Andrew preferred that. The woman he loved was Garnet, so even if Y'shtola, Minfilia, and whoever else only had sex with him to maintain their status, he didn't mind. It definitely beat 'not' having sex with them...

"Then let's do it..." said Andrew, causing Y'shtola's body to tense as he wrapped his hands around her, unhesitantly grabbing her remarkably toned ass. It looked a lot softer when she was showing it off a moment ago, but Andrew could definitely appreciate a woman with a bit of 'lean meat' on her. The same applied to muscular women and those with just the right amount of fat...

Instead of attempting to break free from Andrew's hold, Y'shtola said, "No kissing," in a firm tone. "I may kiss you if I feel inclined, but I would prefer if we maintained certain boundaries..."

"That's fine..." replied Andrew, adopting a somewhat wolfish grin as he added, "So long as you take these accessories from your hair. I've seen you without them, and that's definitely your best look..."

Exhaling through her nose, Y'shtola muttered, "So be it..." before reaching up to remove the accessories that prevented the bangs framing her face from getting into her mouth and eyes. Her hair naturally curled toward her chin without them, but she didn't mind removing them if it would prevent Andrew from 'drooling' over her.

"Satisfied...?" asked Y'shola, staring up at Andrew with narrowed eyes, her hair gradually taking its more iconic shape. In response, he answered with a sincere "Exceptionally..." before surprising her as he slid his tail between their legs, rubbing it against her pussy.

"I see that your tail is very dextrous..." remarked Y'shtola, her right eye twitching as she didn't anticipate Andrew touching such a sensitive spot so abruptly. It was unquestionably better to get things over with, but she would have preferred if he had asked for permission or informed her of his intentions...

"It's also pretty strong, just like me..." replied Andrew, demonstrating his point by forcing Y'shtola onto the tips of her toes before slowly raising her off her feet. This brought their faces close together, allowing Andrew to see the blush spreading rapidly through her cheeks. However, as he had promised not to kiss her, he narrowed his eyes and stated, "Forewarning, but once we start, I have no intention of stopping until I'm certain you've been satisfied. That's my promise, as well as my pride..."

Seeing the 'sincerity' in Andrew's gaze, Y'shtola found herself swallowing nervously. She originally planned to lie still and simply let Andrew do his thing, but his statement and sudden shift in demeanor made it clear she would need to be more 'involved.' If she weren't, he might not relent until she was a complete mess...

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