Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 709

Chapter 709: Win-Win

"Cali, don’t lift my skirt!"

"I’m not lifting it, I’m examining it. There’s a difference."

"There is not a difference when your hand is right there and lifting it!"

Alexandra was swatting at Calypso’s fingers while Bastet leaned in from the other side, pulling at the waistline seam with the quiet intensity of a craftsman who’d found a forgery in her portfolio. Alexandra yelped and twisted between them, one hand pushing Calypso away and the other trying to keep Bastet from rotating her like a mannequin.

"The moon yandere redid the entire hemline," Bastet murmured, more to herself than anyone. "The tension is completely different."

"I told you the proportions were wrong," Calypso said.

"The proportions were fine. She changed the stitch pattern."

"P-please, people are watching!"

Nobody was watching except Kaiden, who let them have it.

He instantly saw one thing.

The warmth they showed Alexandra was specific. Protective. The way you handled a girl who’d been broken and was still putting herself back together. Alexandra wasn’t just a guest they tolerated. She was theirs, in the way that mattered, and every gesture made that clear.

They did not extend the same warmth to Brittany and Trisha.

Luna’s gaze passed over both of them the way you’d glance at furniture. Calypso didn’t acknowledge them at all. Aria offered a single polite nod that carried the exact temperature of a business transaction. The distance was pointed and earned. Less than a day ago, these women had been on the other side of a fight that left people dead and wounded. Forgiveness wasn’t on the menu. Cooperation was, because Nyx had explained why it was worth it, but nobody was pretending to be friends.

Brittany noticed. She didn’t say anything. Trisha noticed too, and her mouth pressed flat, but she had the sense to keep it shut.

Kaiden pushed off the wall and turned to Talia.

"I’m grateful," he said. "For all of this."

Talia shook her head once. "It’s nothing. I couldn’t get that scout off your back during the competition. This is the least I can do."

"Oh, come on." Tessa leaned into her friend’s shoulder with a grin that belonged on someone who hadn’t just watched a tearful testimony about institutional abuse. "Shouldn’t you try to squeeze a little more gratitude out of him?"

Talia looked at her flatly. "For what? Because I offered to foot the court bills for these two?" She gestured vaguely at Brittany and Trisha. "Tessa, my friend. I’m not broke. Unlike you."

"Hey!" Tessa’s hands came out of her pockets. "We’re an alliance now! Your money is my money! So we should’ve been smarter about this. Don’t you remember how this guy tossed me into a wall and squeezed my throat? He didn’t even apologize!"

"That’s because you’re an incompetent guild leader who let her A-tier member harass him and his team over and over again."

Tessa’s gaze sharpened into fiery slits.

"I’m sorry," Kaiden said.

Tessa’s narrow eyes found him.

He grinned. "Sorry for calling you a wildly incompetent guild leader who should be replaced as soon as a good candidate emerges."

Tessa’s mouth fell open. It closed, opened again in the perfect impression of a woman who’d just been stabbed in the back by someone she thought was extending an olive branch.

"I’ll support that candidate with everything I have," Talia said with a low chuckle.

Tessa’s face crumpled. She grabbed Talia by the shoulders and shook her. "I knew he was a cruel bastard but I expected better from you! Apologize! Apologize right now!"

Talia’s expression didn’t move. Her head rocked back and forth under Tessa’s shaking with the tolerance of a woman who’d endured this exact treatment before, and her face remained perfectly, immovably stone.

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