"Don't get mad, but you're not gonna like me after hearing what I'm about to tell you"
>Pinkie's face goes from a sick grin to a devastated droop as you spill the beans
>Your meeting with Slut Sunset (you make sure to not dwell too much on the sex part), Church of Shimmer wanting to use Starlight for their aims, the work probation contract, the suspicious invocation of some corporate law--
>"CDRA," Pinkie corrects you. "Corporate Damages Recovery Act. It's invoked only when the damages are truly staggering or someone with serious clout is pulling the strings."
"Yeah, that's what Sunset told me."
>"Dashie," Pinkie leans away from you. "That's not good. Either there was something serious hidden in that bank or you pissed off someone powerful."
>She flashes her canines as she growls, frowning in deep thought
>"This.... This *means* something. The info I fed to you for that heist was clean, as far as I could tell. Short shift, no guards, below-threshold in the vault for the city to not give a damn."
>Her eyes dart around like she's connecting imaginary dots
>"Either someone was watching your every move, or the info was never clean to begin with..."
>Wow
>More super cool spy stuff, but with SUBTERFUGE!
>And you're in the middle of it!
>Pinkie suppresses a giggle as you rub your cheeks like a chibi character, feeling giddy as hell
"Phew! Anyway, so yeah. That's what's been eating at me. Don't tell anyone else, though"
>You lean in and whisper fiercely at Pinkie
"The nuns might be everywhere"
>You two fall back in the bed and laugh, foreheads touching like a happy couple
"You know, I was worried that you might be more upset about me working for the Church of Shimmer"
>Pinkie grins wide
>"Ohh Dashie Dashie Dashie..."
>She flicks at your chin with a gloved finger and licks the tip of your nose
>"What makes you think I'm not upset?"
>Ah shit-
>You feel your tummy compressing several inches as Pinkie drives her fist into you
>The impact knocks you off the bed, sending you rolling on the carpeted floor
>You gasp for air as the sickening sensation of intestines being *really* upset hits your diaphragm 
>You want to puke
>The world around you spins as you're picked up violently by your thigh
>Pinkie holds you upside down, her arm extended and fingers clenched around your leg like a mechanical gripping device
>You blush and try to keep your skirt under control
"Pinkie, what the hell?"
>"You slept with a Red Harlot sleeve, got yourself shackled by those fucking anti-sleeving church nutjobs, and infiltrated our new friend's hideout trying to take her to the Shimjobbers--"
>You howl in pain as she kicks precisely in the soft spot under the ribcage, striking your liver (-1)
>"And you think I'm not upset???"
>Pinkie throws you aside like a ragdoll, back onto the bed
>You clutch at your torso where Pinkie had kicked you, writhing in agony
"P-Pinkie, please--"
>You're barely able to breathe
>You groan and shift your limbs around, desperately trying to find a position that hurts the least
>Pinkie climbs on top of you, prying your limbs away from you and spreading you out 
>You clench your eyes shut and whimper, trying to think trigger-thoughts to release the painkillers
>Pinkie flicks her wrist, drawing a knife from some hidden compartment under her skin
>She rotates it around, reverse-grip
>It dives straight to your face
"AAAhhh!"
>You hear s sickening splosh as the knife strikes flesh
>You squint your eyes open, trying to assess the damage
>There's... some blood
>Okay, actually a lot
>Your eyes dart around
>The knife you saw a split second ago is lodged into Pinkie's thigh
"Wh-what..."
>"Dashie, I would *never* hurt you," Pinkie coos. "Oh Dashie, I'd rather hurt myself than lay a finger on you. I would never. NEVER."
>She leans forward, clutching at your head and hugging you
"Yeah, not a finger huh?"
>You breathe raggedly as the painkillers numb some of the pain, but your innards definitely feel jostled around
>Not sure what to do, you return Pinkie's hug
>Her face is buried in the pillow you're resting on
>You're also smothered in her razor-straight pink hair
>But you don't move an inch just in case it pisses her off
>She sniffles and cries, stroking at your hair 
>"I'm so sorry Dashie... did it hurt?"
"I-I'm okay, h-haha..."
>"Don't lie," her voice drips down to her usual deadly monotone. "I kicked your intestines against your diaphragm and then went right for your liver. You're in agony"
>You feel your entire body chilling under her fiendish gaze
"I, um, yeah it did"
>"Good," she says smiling weakly. "Don't lie to me, Dashie. Okay?"
>You nod as much as your position allows.
>In fact, you nod like your life fucking depends on it
>Pinkie pulls out the knife from her thigh, splashing some of her blood on your face
>You flinch
>"Don't worry, it'll heal in a few minutes," Pinkie assures you, flashing her canines again. "Starlight's up and working already. We should go out and make ourselves useful."

>What now?

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Gear:
Custom Shock Katana (Primary)
M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
TX-9 Compact Rifle (BAT: 90%)
Location garter 

Items:
Glim-Pad (Access to church's database)
MegaPass (free autocab rides)

Actions:
>Clingy is fucking insane! Go upstairs, get the Glim by force, and get out of this yandere marionette's life. At least Slut Sunset isn't this fucked in the head...
>Clingy is just misunderstood. Go upstairs and get briefed on your mission. You're still technically helping Slut Sunset by helping Starlight, as long as this child groomer keeps up her side of the bargain...
>Clingy is still human. Send her away to the infirmary with a hug & kiss to get her thigh checked out. And do a plenty of checking out her thigh for yourself~
>write-in