Chéri did not often spend the time with the rest of the girls downstairs. It wasn’t just because of their unusual habit of going to bed early and getting up early if and when possible, it was also because their customers preferred discretion for the most part. It was very ironic: upon seen them, very few would wonder what could possibly be attractive in them, but even less would openly admit liking what they had to offer. The irony was wasted on Chéri’s matter-of-fact mind set.

The opened their door, wearing only their shirt and pastel blue pants, still giggling for the older gentleman who was leaving their room. They played once again with his moustache, let him squeeze them one last time, putting a little bit of adorable pink on their cheek, then heard the commotion downstairs.

Chéri didn’t understand what words were being said, but they knew what violence sounded like. Quick and ready, they run into the piano room and found a less than gentle looking man… who was lifting Ruby up.

Without waiting a second, Chéri threw themselves to the man, intending go get Lory off his hands and behind their back. They were not big, but they were very strong, their muscles hadn’t forgotten the years of training and they still spent a lot of their time exercising to a degree. In French, they shouted a horrible insult and said only one word in English “Off!” Try to put themselves between Lory and Benjamin. Had it been someone else, maybe they would have just shouted, but they liked Ruby, enough to get into trouble for her.