Later in the day, after being briefed, the aceops and she had travelled to the ice sheet next to atlas to try and intercept grimm. Fierce beowolves were encroaching on the city, and only hunters with strong aura could hope to survive in the arctic temperatures.
Or so Harriet thought. When she arrived, the large crowd of obese men was waiting for her, huddled exactly where she would patrol, holding up various signs that were mostly covered in lewd proclamations. She frowned and tried to ignore them.
"Seems your fans showed up. Shouldn't you go talk to them?" Marrow said to her.
"Please just shut up," Harriet replied.
In the distance, she heard them yell that her pink eyes were cute and that they wanted to be crushed under the weight of her thighs.
She was capable of ignoring their shouts for a while. Only when the group of grimm began to get thinner, did she stop and hesitate.
"Harriet has a puffy vagina!" One of them men shouted. She turned at once:
"I do not!" she yelled back, indignant, just as a beowolf lunged at her.
"M'lady, watch out!" A man wearing a fedora and a trenchcoat jumped between her and the beowolf. The beast clawed a huge chunk out of his abdomen, but it gave Harriet enough time to punch its head of.
"Holy shit, are you okay?" Harriet said, alarmed at the dying man's gumption.
"I got to protect... my pure bunni waify... I can die... in peace..." he groaned, then went limp. It was the last of the beowolves- their corpses dissipated into mist while a pool of blood grew around the man's corpse.
"I really think you have to talk to them," Marrow said, "We're gonna go on ahead. We'll meet you later."
"No, wait!" She was alone with the group. "Are you guys all fucking insane? What do you all want?" She shouted.
"We want to worship you!" They yelled back in unison. She pinched the bridge of her nose.
"If you don't leave me alone I swear I will kill all of you!"
"Really? How?" The crowd yelled, "Smother us maybe?"
"Er, no! I'll have you all arrested instead! You'll never see me again!"
Instantly the crowd grovelled, fallen to their knees and wailing. "No!!! What have we done to anger you!?", "tfw when no bunny waifu", "what can we do to please you?" "I'm going to kill myself!"
She realised this was getting out of hand. "Get up you pathetic losers! I'll make a deal. If I let one of you come over to my house, will the rest of you leave me alone forever?"
The crowd was silent. A single voice: "who will it be?"
"choose among yourselves."
"Then we will fight to the death! Last man standing wins!" Immediately they all drew katanas.
Before the men began to slaughter each other, she stopped them by pointing at a random member of their group. "Never mind, never mind- I choose him!"
An expression of awe was stuck on the face of the man she chose. "I'm the one!" he shouted triumphantly. Immediately his friends turned on him: "No need to boast about it, faggot."
"Alright, lucky guy. You know where I live, I'll see you tonight." Hoping they'd all freeze to death, Harriet ran off.
She expected none of them would have the guts to actually come over, so even though she invited that random person, she didn't worry at all that he would actually show up. Then her doorbell rang.
At her door was the spindly man that had scaled the wall earlier, seemingly uninjured and dressed in a shirt with a bowtie, holding a single flower and sweating profusely and trembling.
"B-b-b-bonne soirée," he stammered.
"Oh. You actually came," she groaned, and turned her back to him to walk to her kitchen. Pouring two glasses of Atlesian wine, she asked him: "Well, what do you want to do?"
"I want to put my dick between your thighs and cum" he immediately replied, still standing in the doorway.
"Oh what the hell, let's do it then," she said, and pulled him inside by his collar while draining her wine glass in one go.