mphhh?

gathering her thoughts as she comes up with some of the things that she would like to make sure is known about Master's house....and the grounds that surround such...

my loss, i am sure.

she comes back to Master's chair....having not been able to sleep to get back to work once more....

Bye for now

I hope you find someone interesting here

Unfortunately I don't have time to stay today

Looks in

I think so

Sits at bar

I guess we're just not in the right time zone

Quiet

No always quiet

Main House
Holly took a second to feel the impact of what you said. You followed Elodie? Wait, you couldn't have meant in her leaving the venue, because both she and Leo watched that happen without a loud Audi in her wake.

…which only left the fact that you must have followed Elodie to the back door, elected not to emerge out the back when Leo's parents followed Elodie as well and caught them, made a confrontation out of it.

She almost had the completely inadvisable urge to call you out on that, like you had every opportunity to make yourself seen and back her up with the Two-Star Army General and the cover of Good Housekeeping, January 2017, that you had agency available to you to get involved.

…a poor rebuttal, that would be.

"No longer what — I thought you bailed on me, I didn't even see you…"

Considering your lyrical style, you could probably make money off of your ability to say ‘fuck’, alone. Holly's eyes could replay that over and over, the pristine marble of your teeth pinching down on the pad of your lower lip, tensioned around the chiseled facets of your face for a split-second of building pressure before releasing the plosive, hissed consonant, the glottal stop and velar followup to merge the two words together, joined by a bounce of your adam's apple.

That was meant to hurt. To Hurt.

"…I didn't need to do anything, Brix. He didn't pressure me or anything — a-and he might also use 'they' at some point, just don't let this turn into violence against Leo, okay?" Because in Holly's mind, this was bigger than just a kiss, more than just sex, it was an exploration of her own identity as pansexual… but part of her identity was to also care about this, all of this where you took your feelings and painted the interior of the Greatroom with it, made a big display of the uncontainable art of your thoughts and emotions which… happened to include a viewing of Friday.

"…so let's talk about it, then," she practically begged for it, like confronting this reaction was an essential part of the experience and one where there was no path except straight forward and into you, where your soul was no obstacle or threat but a destination to immerse in.

…please, god, let this just work.

No, I haven't had much luck recently

Not really you

Have you found anyone entertaining around the site recently?

Pours coffee

And to see ypu

Hi, nice to see you again