[i]Kototomaid[/i] - [u]A Flustered Songbird[/u]

The slender artist was the first to notice her as she approached, and it only made her further waver. Even despite that she still stood steadfast waiting to take an order as finally Sasaki noticed her. Utter disbelief came from his voice as it even took him a few seconds to realize that she truly was the Songbird that he knew. Watching as he mulled over exactly what he wished to order for a split second, she reached into the pouch of her apron to reveal a pen; and she stood ready to take his order.

As much as this transaction being simpler would have eased the scarlet hue of her cheeks, fate would of course intervene in a horrific way as suddenly up from behind her; Ria snuck up and seized Kotori's chest with her hands.

Crimson cheeks only deepened in a mixture of fear and humiliation as her head tilted to look back at the Ice Manipulator. [color=bc8dbf]"R-Ria-senpai! W-what are you doi-stop [i]please[/i]!"[/color] She begged, she pleaded, but there was little that she could do as frigid fingertips greedily dug into tender and sensitive flesh. Horrified with the thought that swatting Ria's hands away would only tear the fabric that protected her from the rest of the world, Kotori stood helpless while Ria had her lecherous fun.

All the while, even Sasaki requested that the Ice Manipulator stopped while looking away. At least he had the kindness to do so, otherwise she might have had an aneurysm from how incredibly embarrassing this was. Honestly the little Songbird was quite tempted to quit, as no one else had been dealt such a cruel hand by Ria, but she needed this accursed job. No matter how horrible it was sometimes.

Finally, the cryomaster let her go, and she stood in a wobbly state for a moment, trying to catch her stolen breath and regain any sense of focus. 

Slumping in defeat as the fondler promptly sat down to speak with Sasaki, a slew of alerting details could be overheard. Particularly that one of the artist's family members had been kidnapped. Like the noble Giant she thought him to be, Sasaki immediately volunteered to help the distressed boy. 

[color=bc8dbf]"I-I will help too."[/color] Kotori solemnly stated, piping in to the conversation ever lightly. [color=bc8dbf]"I'll help if you'll let me, at least. I know I'm not capable of much, but I think I might be able to do [i]some[/i] good, right?"[/color] 

Sidling into the seat beside Sasaki as she looked worriedly to Kei, she set the little notepad and pen onto the table. Trying to have at least a slight amount of determination in spite of the overly alluring guise she was forced to wear. What had once been a flustered crimson face was now etched with worry about Kei's family member.

[color=bc8dbf]"Don't worry Artist-kun,"[/color] She timidly stated, biting her lip in hesitation. [color=bc8dbf]"Kirima-san came through and helped me once, I'm sure he'll help you too. There isn't anything he cannot do."[/color]