Looks in

The number is a recording.

Hi, and welcome to Hunt Adventures. Here, You can engage in a hunt like no other. The price is steep but the adventure is like no other You have experienced. Trust us when we say that it will be worth every penny. If interested, please have Your money ready and proceed to adjacent room for an adventure of Your lifetime!

After a bath, that was part fight part begging
and part acquiescence, the ordeal was over, both exhausted and while Freya was wet, Walter was now
damp and drying wrapped cocoon-like in a soft towel.
He was fragrant with organic herbal shampoo
and looked close to his normal self, but looked
thinner to her anxious eye and had lost his
leather collar. A spoiled cat to be sure and
to her private opinion she wouldn't for the world
share with Walter, not that good at surviving on
his own despite his uncanny ability to kill birds
and mice. He didn't eat his kill, only bringing them
to her as a gruesome present.
Since he was bound like a burrito, she took the
opportunity to kiss his nose and nuzzle him. His
brilliant blue eyes closed and opened slowly to gaze at her.
Heaving a sigh, she took him into the living room and
sat on the couch with him in her lap, starting to
worry now because of this passivity. Maybe he was sick
...he wasn't acting as if he were starving.
She sat stroking him softly, hardly believing that he
was back with her again and wondering what had happened.

Looks in

Interesting..

Reading carefully, then calling that number

As You enter the pub, You notice an ad on the wall advertising an adventure "Beyond Your wildest dreams." Something about a "Hunt of a lifetime." There is also a number to call for those interested in partaking.

After a bath, that was part fight part begging
and part acquiescence, the ordeal was over, both wet
and while Freya was wet, Walter was now dry
and wrapped cocoon-like in a soft towel.
He was fragrant with organic herbal shampoo
and looked close to his normal self, but looked
thinner to her anxious eye and had lost his
leather collar. A spoiled cat to be sure and
to her private opinion she wouldn't for the world
share with Walter, not that good at surviving on
his own despite his uncanny ability to kill birds
and mice. He didn't eat his kill, only bringing them
to her as a gruesome present.
Since he was bound like a burrito, she took the
opportunity to kiss his nose and nuzzle him. His
brilliant blue eyes closed and opened slowly to gaze at her.
Heaving a sigh, she took him into the living room and
sat on the couch with him in her lap, starting to
worry now because of this passivity. Maybe he was sick
...he wasn't acting as if he were starving.
She sat stroking him softly, hardly believing that he
was back with her again and wondering what had happened.

And what good beer it was

~smiling~

best is plane, I suffer back issues and although cramped, its generally only for a small time frame. Next would be passenger in car.

Least favourite is anything boat. I can get seasick just watching water on the tv

Can't even find seph in the find box I hope she is okay

Main House
Back at ‘home’…

The drive home was a little confused — the rest of rehearsal was charged with a certain awkward energy that Holly knew was visible.

It's as she described it to Leo — epidermalized.

And why would he even ask about how to come out as Poly, or some other… like why would he even bring that up at that specific interval?

At the bottom of the gentle slope that led from the coastal road and to the private street that would spill out to the home, Holly suddenly snapped back to the present as lanekeeping assist kicked in on the Rover and nudged the wheel under her fingers. "—jesus!"

A gasp followed a shuddered exhale as she also cut even the modest traipse to a walk for the last few seconds leading to Brix's place, or Ouroboros's place, or whatever we want to call this. Should really just have a name, like a piece of architecture agnostic to its residents or official owner.

Holly didn't do anything. She knew that much, had absolute faith in it, and it was for that alone that she wasn't in an internal spin — some hollow girl-shaped glass containing a dancing funnel vortex that made several lines of distinct thought blur together into a uniform murk.

Door opened, closed. Gentle and muted taps of footwear leading across the driveway rotunda and up the shallow steps. Smart home doors, now with that Bakelite sheen of no-longer-that-new technology glide open so she didn't even have the pleasure of shoving it open to produce a percussive heralding of her own entry.

She didn't even call Brix a dipshit across the entire expanse, just… walked in like she used up all of her flirty-spoons already, and came in empty-handed, empty-headed.

"Brix?"

A much more normal way to greet the foyer. Abnormal for Holly.

Standing still as she felt Your muscular frame leaning close to whisper in her ear. The smell of alcohol invading her nostrils as she feels Your body against her bare back, Your swelling member unmistakable against her exposed ass.

Bracing against the cold bars as the belt made a loud SWOOSH as it traveled through the air landing across her back.

OWWWWIEEEE!!!!

Yelping out loudly as the pain soars through her body. Bracing for the other strike as she hears the belt flying through the air once more. SWOOSH. This time across her tight ass.

OWWW OWWW OWWWW

Trying to wiggle her body away from the blows as she continues to press against the bars. SWOOSH. Third blow and second one across her ass.

OWWWWWWWWW!!! PPPppppleeeeae sttttooooop! I will lissstteeeen. I prrrooommmm ....

She's unable to finish her sentence as the belt flies through the air a fourth time, landing hard across her already swollen and welted ass.

Ow OW OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! PPPppppppleeeeeasseee!!! STTTTTtttooooooooooooppppp!!!

She's crying now. Trying to look over her shoulder even if she is still barely holding against the bars. Waiting for the fifth strike. Trying to anticipate where it will land so that she can move out of the way.

Enters the pub

Chats with Pete and orders a pint of beer

i look around to see if there’s S/somebody else here

As i sip my coffee i begin to feel slightly dizzy

Such a shame that this room has gone so cold the past 6 months. *sigh*

Grabs a coffee and finds a seat

Looks

Love the pics!

lp