Requiem hummed as she walked towards the famous Magnolia bathhouse. The day shone brightly as people went about their business and families seemed to take it to be a day for picnics. Requiem, however, had other purposes than just enjoying the day. Rumors had circulated about a mysterious figure sneaking a peek at the women's bath during the late afternoon/early evening hours and the owner was getting sick of it.

She paused a moment, "I would've thought that Miss Missandra could handle it being a mage herself. Guess she's one of those over specialized types." Now that Requiem thought of it, Bella Missandra was pretty famous for her beauty products. Hmm... the idea of buying some to take home was appealing. She reached the bathhouse as people were leaving, "it's so creepy. And to think that just a few days ago there were all those murders."
"I think they're related somehow."
"My husband said they got the killer, so that's not the case I think."
The two women walked out of Requiem's hearing as she entered and looked for Ms. Missandra's office.

Just as she expected, the office was a luxurious affair. Thick soft carpet, tapestries and paintings of the (predominantly female) human form, and at the far end of the room sat a woman facing a massive vanity. Bella Missandra certainly looked like someone who would fit the definition of femme fatal meets.... ok, that.... Requiem suppressed a sigh. She never really had a chance to learn the more delicate things of being a woman like fashion and makeup but this..... Requiem wondered what it was about older women trying to look young. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty.... it... Requiem wondered (not for the first time) if the older woman knew how....fake.... it looked....

"Miss Bella Missandra, I'm here about your request." Requiem bowed slightly with a practiced smile, "yes, yes. Come along girl. There's horror afoot in the form of a despicable peeping tom. I want you to utterly grind this fool into the dirt and send him or her to the deepest cell possible." Requiem raised an eyebrow at that. Excessive, violent, and perfectly within character of someone who seemed to absolutely NEED everything in its place and a place for everything. There's a word for that, damn if she could remember what it was, "well... I'm not sure if near murder or excessive brutality is acceptable in Magnolia but I'll do my best within reason." Already Requiem was coming up with ways to deal with this pervert. Slashing the Achilles tendons, stabbing the spine, carefully placed cuts on the arms and legs. Really there was no limit to no fatal injuries that could be undone thanks to magic because as one of Requiem's friends once said, "magic is bullshit and healing is the worst of it."

"Excellent darling. Now then. Every afternoon which is the most popular time for the ladies to come bathe, a mysterious figure shows up outside the women's baths and looks in. It's gotten so bad that they're simply not coming at all anymore and cleaning themselves at home without any socialising. Can you imagine the travesty of it all?"
"Indeed. How can we clean ourselves all alone. Such a horrible concept that was surely invented by men to make us their wives and take care of their children" Requiem replied dryly almost to the point of mummifying over salted French fries, "Exactly darling! When I made this bathhouse I swore it would be a refuge for women to get away from the humdrum of husbands and boyfriends and" Bella shuddered, "messy children."
"Don't you advertise for family baths also?"
"That's beside the point darling. My advertisement board tells me making my baths 'more open and friendly to the masses' has great appeal to young couples with young" -shudder- "children. Now then. Amanda, darling, come show miss.."
"Requiem."
"To where that foul pervert has been spotted."
"Yes ma'am"

Outside, Requiem studied the scene of where the peeping Tom liked to go, "alright. I need....glue, and glitter, and feathers. Some string and a few buckets."
The young girl next to Requiem curtsied, "I'll be back."
Setting up the trap was easy to hide. Depressingly so actually considering whoever was responsible for this didn't clean up after themselves very well and who in the right mind would leave the evidence like this? Requiem mentally railed against the idiot she was setting up to capture of they were seriously this incompetent or overconfident.

The afternoon wore on as the bathhouse closed early and Requiem sat perched in a nearby tree waiting for....there he was. It was clearly a he from this angle and Requiem grinned as she heard him complain about "The beauties not being there". Yep. This was him alright.

A good tug on the string caused the man to get doused in glue before the feathers and glitter fell on him, "I'd make a striper joke, but that'd just be grinding it in." Requiem had a lopsided grin as she drew he dagger, "ok friend, you had your creepy fun, I had my fun, now be a good boy and surrender or I'll have to punish you."
The poor boy looked like he was going to bleed out through his nose, "I-I-I...I wasn't. ... what are you doing here?"
Requiem grinned like a predator, " oh, not much. Just came along. I was so hoping to take a bath here when wouldn't you know but some little shit has apparently been spying on women here. Naturally I prefer my tits not to be seen by a voyeur so I offered my services to help...rectify the problem." She leaned forward with her arms pressing her breasts together. Ow. Note to self. Never do this again while wearing armor. She took far too much joy as the boy stuttered and stammered, "I'm a real man! I....I don't need to prove anything!"
"Real men don't perv on a lady. You can either hand yourself over or I'm kicking your ass."

The peeping Tim glared before charging at her, "ok, we're doing this now." The boy tried. He really did. But against someone who faced hordes of daemons and managed to win a tournament battle in seconds. The poor fool never stood a chance.

"Why darling. That was simply marvelous.  Come, come, I just HAVE to reward someone who could handle that with such panache."
"I really don't think that's how that word is used." Of course Requiem was completely ignored as Miss Missandra and her attendants whisked the young woman into the bathhouse and started their magic, "this is a favorite for people who want to enhance their magic darling. You'll just love it."

Requiem wanted to object, but between the....heavenly....scents....the hair brushing.....the massage as filth she didn't know she had was.....how the everloving fuck did she not know about this stuff? By the time it was done, she had practically melted at Miss Missandra's hands and was disappointed when it was all over, "That was amazing."
"Why thank you darling. Have a safe trip home now." Requiem looked at her bags and wondered if maybe she got carried away and bought too much product. Oh well.

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