Free Pride X Familiar ReVamp (Pride X ReVamp Book 1) by Albert Ruckholdt Page A

prop herself on its edge. Her crossed legs swung back and forth slowly like pendulums.
    My eyes followed her feet like a cat might follow a ball on a string.
    She was the second person I’d come across wearing non-regulation footwear within Academy grounds.
    “Jimmy Chan,” I pointed out, indicating her high heels. “Summer collection. Released last month.”
    “Huh?”
    “If I’m not mistaken they were designed by his protégé, Christian Ormund.”
    “Oh?”
    “May I?”
    “Uh…sorry?”
    I approached her. Rather, I approached her slowly swinging feet. Lowering myself on one knee, I took her left foot – since her left leg was crossed over her right one – and examined the stitching on the silver straps.
    I nodded to myself. “I see, it really is leather as advertised. Ah, there it is—Christian’s signature. Right here, you see?”
    “Oh, indeed you’re right. Silly me, I never noticed….”
    I nodded sagely. “Truly remarkable. He has a talent for blending comfort, practicality and aesthetics into award winning designs.”
    “Is that so? I see.”
    I looked up at her.
    Ash grey hair – what a peculiar color – azure almond eyes, and a heart-shaped face. She appeared to have inherited the best of a mixed heritage. I was certain the Symbiote had subsequently played a hand in enhancing her natural beauty.
    After studying her face for a few moments, completely forgetting about her tender left foot in my hands, I asked, “I do apologize, but might I ask you a question?”
    “Oh?” She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. “Ask away.”
    “Where is the Student Council President?”
    A mischievous smile curled her lips.
    A loud banging on the doors interrupted any forthcoming reply.
    “President—let me in. You have to let me in!”
    The banging resumed.
    The girl on the table said, “Ara ara, I was wondering how long it would take her to get here after I made that announcement.”
    I noticed the pen-like remote control in her left hand. She waved the pen at the doors and they opened automatically.
    A girl with radiant golden hair stumbled in with her fists held high over her head.
    Behind her, two other girls waited by the entrance. I recognized one of them having met her just a few hours ago.
    Maya Khayman.
    The other girl I didn’t know.
    But I certainly knew the golden haired, buxom beauty – the Princess of the Third Year student body
    Prissila Ventiss Avenir.
    She quickly straightened and glared at the girl whose foot I was still holding onto. “What the Hell are you doing sitting on the President’s desk? Don’t you know that was a gift donated by my father to inaugurate the President’s campaign victory?”
    “Which he would never have won without my help,” the girl replied with a musical tone.
    Listening to her voice was like eating smooth honey. I could listen to this girl read out the stock exchange listings all day.
    The intruder pointed a perfectly manicured finger at the girl on the desk. “Raynar Witch, get your backside off that desk—what? What the Hell are you doing?”
    That last part was directed at me.
    The Princess pointed a trembling finger at my hands holding the girl’s perfectly shaped foot in its uber expensive designer brand shoe.
    I lifted the girl’s foot a little higher for the Princess to see. “I was admiring her taste in footwear.”
    The Princess grew pale, then flushed brightly. “Are you telling me you don’t limit your perversions to just underwear?”
    “Of course not, your Highness,” I replied matter-of-factly. “I appreciate a woman from hair to painted toes, and everything she wears in between.”
    The girl on the desk clapped her cheeks. “Ara ara. Am I in danger here? Save me Princess.”
    “Stop calling me that you Raynar wench!” The Princess alternated her glare between the girl and I.
    Behind her, Maya Khayman and her companion entered the room quietly, choosing to stand as far away from the Princess as they could.
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