Did you think you were in control?

Adagio’s eyes look down at the bar, her red gem glowing in the dim light of the establishment. The leather jacket she has on her back successfully keeps the cool air at bay. Normally, she would be annoyed by the atmosphere of the bar, but today is different. Her magic made sure of that… All she had to do was cast a simple spell and make everyone else focused on themselves rather than bothering her. It is truly what a tired siren needed after a long day. A drink to herself, away from her two friends.

“Heh. This world never fails to bore me,” Adagio simply sighs to herself, shaking her head before taking another sip from her glass. If only that one wizard never got involved… The great Adagio Dazzle would still be in her home world, making others bow to her will. The thought brings a smile to Adagio’s lips. Now, she’s stuck in this world, only able to make a handful of people do her bidding at a time. The best thing she can do now is try her best to live in this wretched plane of existence.

Adagio raises her hand to the barkeeper, asking for another drink. Without a question, the man pours her a glass of whiskey, placing it in front of her. There’s almost a blank expression in his eyes as he moves, Adagio happy that her spell is still affecting the people around her. Before Adagio can take a drink from the glass, the door to the bar opens to interrupt her. Her eyes look towards the entrance, seeing the figure of a woman walking inside. Fiery red hair shines in the light. Eyeshadow surrounds this stranger’s cyan eyes. Red lipstick as dark as her hair makes her lips stand out. Adagio can’t help but raise an eyebrow, intrigued by this stranger.

A leather jacket similar to Adagio’s own compliments the stranger's blue jeans and her boots. Her fingerless gloves make her look like a biker, intriguing the siren even more. The patrons in the bar don’t give her a single moment of attention due to Adagio’s spell. Unfortunately for her, Adagio had already reached her limit of individuals she can control. In any other circumstance, she might be tempted to use her magic to learn more about this individual. Technically, she can still do that. She would just have to use her conversational skills instead.

Letting out a low sigh, Adagio lets go of the bartender’s mind to avoid suspicion from this new stranger. The individual walks toward the bar, sitting down a couple of seats away from the siren. A floral scent barely registers in Adagio’s senses. A small smirk comes to her face, enjoying the smell and what it implies. In a way, it makes her wonder what this stranger uses in terms of hygiene products. Briefly licking her lips, Adagio hums lightly, trying to influence this stranger’s mind. Her cyan eyes look towards the siren, but Adagio can tell that she isn’t affected by her magic.

‘Huh. I haven’t encountered this before… How is she resisting it?’ Adagio can’t help but question reality for a second, finding this whole situation odd. ‘Alright. Time to use the old fashioned way.’ Taking a sip of her glass, Adagio meets the stranger’s gaze, giving her a smile. “You know, the good drinks are about three miles West of here,” Adagio comments with a small shake of her glass. “So, it makes me wonder why exactly someone like you is sitting here.”

“Someone like me?” the stranger replies with a small chuckle. “What does that mean exactly?” The woman turns her body towards Adagio after ordering a drink, seemingly interested in what Adagio has to say.

“Someone beautiful, that’s what I mean,” Adagio comments in a more condescending tone than before, making fun of the stranger for a brief moment. “Still though. You have a unique aura to you. Take that as a compliment.” Adagio finishes off her glass, placing it back down on the bar. Indeed, Adagio meant her statement as a compliment. It’s not every day she finds someone who is able to withstand her magic. This is probably the second individual she has met in her life that has done that; though just because she is immune to her magic doesn’t mean that she can’t be manipulated like everyone else.

“Thank you. Some people have said I’m unique before. It does confuse me sometimes, though.” Adagio finds the stranger’s statement amusing, wanting to know more about her.

“Then what brings you here? I assure you that there is nothing unique about this establishment. It is five minutes away from falling apart.” The stranger looks interested in Adagio’s statement, her eyes briefly looking around the bar before going back to her.

“I’m just out on a ride. Figured I would take a break before going out again,” she mentions with a slight shrug of her shoulders. The stranger takes a sip of her own drink, raising her eyebrow at Adagio’s empty glass. “Aren’t you going to get a refill? It feels lonely to be the only one drinking at the bar,” she jokes with the siren, chuckling at her own quip.

“No. I already had two glasses. If I have another…” Adagio chuckles before staring into the woman’s eyes, “then I might be in the mood to make a mistake.”

“As long as the mistake is fun in its own right, then… I don’t see much problem with it.” The woman gives the siren a teasing wink, both of them feeling interested in this conversation. Nothing about their exchange is particularly extraordinary, but the people involved are pretty… unique.

Moving to the seat next to this woman, Adagio gestures for the bartender to top off her glass without taking her eyes off of this stranger. “In that case, what is the name of the mistake of the night?” Adagio asks with a soothing tone, briefly dragging her finger under the woman’s chin. Their eyes never break from each other’s, ignoring the surroundings to focus on the subject of intrigue.

“Sunset Shimmer. What about your title? Someone so interesting must have one, right?” Sunset asks her with a small nudge, her energy matching Adagio’s own seductive act. In a way, it impresses Adagio. No one has quite matched her energy like this.

“Queen of the Sirens. But you can just call me Adagio Dazzle.” Taking a sip from her glass, Adagio can’t help but feel her curiosity build by the minute. Every action this girl takes makes Adagio’s nerves light up with excitement. Finally, something interesting. She could hardly take the boredom anymore. Adagio moves her hand up to Sunset’s shoulder, feeling the jacket’s material. “Tell me, Sunset. Do you have any interesting stories? Someone of your caliber must have some, right?” A part of her statement was meant to be a manipulative tactic, but Adagio is also genuinely wondering. At least, a small part of her. Not enough to care about this person, but… it would be nice to make a mistake or two. After all… She has all the time in the world.

“Nothing in particular actually. I’ve saved my friends from a she demon and a nature worshiper. Just normal life experiences. What’s your story?” Sunset raises her eyebrow to tell Adagio it is her turn to talk. In a way, Adagio can’t help but find Sunset’s humor admirable. Who could predict she would have such an imagination.

“I have a couple of stories. Depends on which world you want to hear about.” Emptying her third glass, Adagio smirks slightly, her fingers gently lingering on Sunset’s cheek. “Would you like to hear them someplace more private?”

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The door slams open, Sunset’s back pressed against it. Her leather jacket falls off her shoulders as their lips connect once more. Adagio’s hands explore Sunset’s body just as the two of them barely close the door. Practically throwing off her own jacket, Adagio grabs Sunset’s shoulders, finding their way to the hallway. In their fight for power, they are barely able to coordinate their efforts to remove their clothes. Sunset’s jeans hit the floor, her leg wrapping around the siren to pull her closer. Despite the dimly lit apartment’s interior, Sunset can still see all of her target’s body. Surely this is a mistake, but… neither of them could care.

Sunset’s hand moves up to Adagio’s necklace, only for the siren to grab her wrist. “Hands off the goods,” Adagio mentions by breaking their passionate kiss. Sunset simply smirks before moving her hands down to Adagio’s shirt, quickly pulling it off the siren’s body. Adagio’s perky breasts make Sunset smile with a content look on her face. Without so much as saying a word, she lowers her mouth to Adagio’s nipple, playing with the other one in her fingers.

“What about these goods?” Sunset asks, pushing Adagio against the opposite side of the hall. Slipping her hand under Adagio’s shorts, raising her eyebrow when her fingers don’t feel any soft fabric. Instead, she can only feel the soft flesh of the woman in front of her…

Adagio can’t help but feel impressed. Here is a woman who has matched her, beat for beat. No matter what Adagio throws at her, Sunset keeps up this fight for control. If anything, Sunset has thrown it right back at her, forcing Adagio to keep up for the first time in her life. Unlike other nights of passion, Adagio is having… fun. Every part of her is lit on fire right when Sunset’s fingers enter her, hungrily exploring her most vulnerable depths.

A chuckle escapes the siren’s lips, undeniably enjoying this struggle for power. It has been centuries since she’s had to fight someone like this. Sunset’s eyes look up at Adagio’s, the two of them feeling the most passion they’ve felt in years. The excitement in Adagio’s mind is barely able to contain itself.

Slipping off her pants, Adagio pulls Sunset up, passionately kissing her. Her hands guide Sunset further down the hall, their feet practically slipping over each other. As Adagio’s hand slaps Sunset’s behind, she uses her other hand to close the door behind them, leaving their clothes spilled out all over the floor…