Shocked as you grab my hair.. head jerked up feeling you kiss.. thank you Miss

nervous breath as you place your boots on slaves
back
not daring to move

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

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watches as she settles into a booth, removing her heels

"There's a Xenomorph loose in Song of the South!"

Grabs your hair pulls your head up then kisses you…

Gives a nod.

*wikis that*

Damn, he is that old.

Now that Disney owns everything, I want 'Aliens vs Monsters, Inc'.

Propping My booted feet on your back. Ahhh sips more wine

curtsies in greeting
good evening

Drops in for a nightcap.

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

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heels clicking as she entered, brown eyes looking around.

biting her lip
as you pat it like a pet

‘ slave is good Ma’am

Fables
There's a whole thing going on. Of which both he and Free are aware of, but that we haven't exactly gotten around to discussing yet. Also of which she and he have differing opinions on.

"Oh, I see, I see. No, that's stellar." He's actually smiling brightly about that, as bits and pieces of the conversation filter back in .. he's slightly distracted by Free and her effects on him, but he's getting it back under control. And catching up.

"yeah, as far as netrunning goes .. I barely qualify as a beginner."

Jackson chuckles, tapping his fingers gently on the tabletop before smiling over at Free.

He looks at her like .. well ... there's obviously something there.

Free -

Jackson kind of rests his gaze on you, slight concern in them .. and there's just a subtle shift toward you because ... there's so much that he wants to talk to you about, and we just .. haven't done it yet, you know? And he doesn't want you pulling back. Because there's just ... you know... a lot to this, right?

You raise a drink to Paz, and he'll take a sip along with you, nodding.

"I know she wasn't everyone's favorite .. but she and I got along pretty well. I don't know .. maybe it was just .. our business relationship."

A subtle shrug before setting his drink down.

Feeling your hand in my hair.. keeping still

Pats your head. How is the slave?

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For just an ihn she had a hope, a hope that died in the words making no sense and the burn of pain in her shoulders and scalp. She would remain as silent as possible; to do otherwise, seem like a wounded animal to a predator; strength might be the only thing that saved her. The rough planks scraped the already tender feet, again another breathless high sound of pain, before airborne and suddenly dropped in a barrel. The lid thunked down with the pattern of hammer blows sealing her within. Shifting, her legs caught upon one another, the cramped dark abrasive wood chafed what skin was exposed when the barrel swayed and pitched. Muffled words perhaps heard

I will survive this to see your tarsk head on a pike."