*bows*

Welcome, Miss Elusive One. That is a scary picture, Ma’am

makes myself useful by tidying the room...

Rehearsals
After Holly handed your mom her phone back, she was already picking up her skirts in order to go chasing after you, being absolutely left in the dust given your stride and lack of mermaid-bottom confinements or existential danger of bouncing out of your top.

The eyes, the blanket of stilted language and performative New England…or is it Southern… or maybe Mid-West… what even are they? Whatever they are, it all forced them to speak in code, to exchange ideas telepathically whether they were looks of apologies or thanks — refugees in crawlspaces escaping the searchlights.

While she's normally at least somewhat perceptive, it meant that she missed the nuances under the pressure of performing her part in the conversation like the parents walked in and handed everyone their scripts, and an excuse to escape the premises was taken by her with just as much enthusiasm.

…eventually… to get to the same back door, and she sincerely expected a puppy. A puppy would make everything so much better, but… well there you were, just out of the back door, away from the sound-deadening confines of the performance hall and under the mercy of the sounds of the greenspace around the University as well as the distant sounds of students, faraway traffic.

The world. The rest of the world beyond the reach of Mr. and Mrs. Sterling.

And crouched, shrunken like a kicked puppy, that unmitigated posture of you just coping redoubled her stalling momentum as she escaped the back door, too.

"Leo…"

The short distance sent her from the doorway to where you were at the curb, mindful of her footwear and the fragile fabric of the—fuck it, if the concrete scrapes up the dress, then it's whatever.

She dropped right down to your level, their difference in height a little less exaggerated sitting down as she leaned in and wrapped, warm across your shoulders. Well almost all the way across with her pitiful reach anyway.

"…ugh, I finally get it. It's suffocating…"

so... which would you take between those choices?

blushing i do feel slutty

(( I wrote to the uncorrected version and that works too )))

A smile caresses plush lips as orbs the colour of night catch your signal,one more glance at the fish and feet barely caught the ground as she makes her way to where you were with your favourite beast...a soft voice came forth "tal Master' meeting the earth with flesh but not to close to the kaiila as it would not take much to be squished like a bug .

looking in...such a cozy li’l pub,
will have to come back again, soon... *s*

Content to be left alone, the rising and walking off allows her to wash where she couldn't with the man sitting so close by, though there is more to this scrubbing than she has yet to finish. With the plunk and splash of the bucket, she would rise in a fluid grace that took nothing but growing in a single motion, no move of her feet or hands for balance, a silent testament to the strength hidden beneath the somewhat fragile-looking exterior now marred and not in the best of conditions. The words repeated almost exactly the same. She turned to glance over the shoulder from where she had presented her back to the camp, more of "the if she can't see them, they can't see mindset" as she scrubbed.

Yes, so you have mentioned REDWOLF least your larl turn and bite someone or try to eat a kaiila "

The soft laughter sang out as she turned, giving words to Mandla in their native tongue the man stared at her before stepping closer forming a barrier a wall of sorts his back to her the sound of something dropping in a wet plunk the splash and dip of cloth to rag. She scrubbed while only an elbow or a mass of dark hair might be seen. It was the loud splash and dripping of water, the sounds of a muffled struggle, and another loud, full splash. She would step away dripping wet, her hair allowing the beads of water to fall in tiny little dances of dots, the gown soaked, darker with its soaking, the buckets empty, she stood dripping, cleaner and regal as if within the throne room of AR.

Many things hurt REDWOLF until they or it doesn't. Again, a choice is always a choice. So where are these shackles?

She offered her wrists out with a toss of her head to free her vision. Mandla made a warning sound with a muttered word in their shared language, and a slow smile formed on her cracked lips, and a small spot of blood appeared to be licked away with the flick of her tongue.

Return to your friends Mandla again, a choice wasn't it. So many choices.

Shaking her head, allowing the cloak of wild, tangled dark hair to spill and drape around her, shadowing again the exquisite features of the ebony woman.

This was really good if you like chicken drumsticks

LinkDough-Wrapped Chicken Drumsticks - Acesse: https://thatrecipe.us/dough-wrapped-chicken-drumsticks

it's ok. you are who you are... I'm honestly not sure what your biggest motivator is. I'm not sure if I offers you the choice between earning 10 k by making me strip naked and taking me away in cuffs for any kinky idea you wanted to do to me, or making you strip here for free for me to do the same to you which you would take.

**In a small cove and on a beach, just south of the Port of Kamras**

I shake my head to clear the thoughts of the woman and constant pain in my arm , and then look over and grin, seeing the raiders now have the fish displayed out on a cleaned flat stone , and are finishing up the cleaning and wrapping them up in rep to be cooked later when we stop for camp again..

I look to you and nod you over to me as I saddle and prep my big Black kaiila..

I hope so. The feeling of being a Woman's property is the best feeling a male can have.

not wanting to admit that.. but if they did say that.. your right

will stop back in after a short nap.

because we both know if they wanted to win they would just need to whisper in your ear telling you to surrender and you probably would...

Rehearsals
Oh, it's like some sort of societal voodoo, being with Leo's parents. Like you're given no choice but to comply or suffer some sort of wrath. Even growing up with them as friends of her parents, she feels it too. Though, her expertise in subterfuge has grown significantly, at least when it comes to them.

If you'd dropped the phone, she would've died laughing about it. Later, clearly. Not in front of Leo's parents. But you go through with your duty as impromptu photographer and she makes up an excuse for Leo right after.

For a second, she's grateful that you play along, bolster her excuse. But then the thought of you alone with Leo sinks into her mind. You comforting him and coaching him through breathing as he comes down from time with his parents has the opposite effect on her.

But... what is she going to say? Besides, she does trust Leo. And, in a few weeks, she won't need to see you anymore. They won't.

Thank you, Holly.

The Sterlings

Okay, while she, personally, doesn't have strong objections to marriage, that is not where she and Leo are, nor is she sure it ever will be where they are. But she gives a sweet, polite smile at your words, playing her part in this little scene to the best of her ability.

Which involves letting Leo off the hook a bit. He's withering and she can see it, even if he's holding strong in his posture. Sometimes, it surprises her how blind you both are. He hasn't said much of anything since he introduced Holly to you, at your request.

Oh, just keeping my word.

Leo Sterling

Over time, she's tried to convince you to just play the game. She knows it's what your sisters do too, at least to some extent. Neither of them are quite as... oof as your parents. Though, maybe it's age.

But they are so much harder on you than they are on either of your sisters and certainly than they are on her. She knows it.

So, she subdues the dragon and keeps you together. (Because murder is illegal and she doesn't want to spend eternity in prison for the double homicide of your parents. Subduing will suffice.)

You lean into her and she breathes slow and deep, a silent encouragement for you to do the same. You lean into the role of perfect son as Holly takes pictures and she feels so loved when you look at her that way, when relief floods your expression, your posture.

You're the best.

Fingers catch yours for a second as she lifts to kiss you, perhaps more lingering than is really appropriate, but you need it.

And she loves you.

As you head off, she'll turn back to your parents, preparing to entertain them for a bit and hoping her own will arrive soon.

Not owned bennett. Maybe again someday.

yes.. i agree..

Yes, the Superior Female Gender. Are you owned jonny or are you hoping to find a Mistress?