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You can't die, here — who's going to organize the funeral?!
Also, non-diegetic note: If Holly dies, don't let Brix control the soundtrack to the funeral.

"I mean it's a stable-coin, emphasis on stable. Pinned to the US Dollar and to local real estate, so the growth we've got is, itself, just slightly anomalous…" Not anything to draw the Eye of Sauron that was the SEC, but growing nonetheless.

"I mean it's what I said earlier, you know? Marketing and inertia, it's why I gotta do all this exhausting song and dance. The Lamborghini has more than paid for itself in that way, even if the layers of abstraction in how it contributes to the brand and how that brand expands engagement, engagement expands confidence, confidence expands adoption rates… There's a lot of puzzling resistance, particularly in this market, here in The City in particular, but I'm slowly massaging through it…" Holly finally spoke a bit frankly about the condition of her most prominent public venture, where her interests overlapped with yours, and then took her turn with the strawberry as she listened.

As for her? Holly kinda bunched up the leaves like a ponytail and decapitated the berry on her teeth, leaving a nub of that white around the stem. Analyze that, I suppose.

"Mmmm, corporate art, huh? I can't say I have any experience with that, but… I can try and point you towards a guy? Like sheesh, there's at least two contractors that come to mind instantly: Logan Braddock and Lincoln Drake, and this other one I don't know but heard of called Blackcreek, in Rockshore. I know you were asking for artists, but I imagine at least one of 'em worked with artists to put together something big and metal…"

Holly'd count herself as a bit of an artist, but… not for sculptures. Now if you needed someone to draw up a croquis or illustration? Well… she's alright, but she's since given up on it. Everyone was using obfuscated, distributed theft Artificial Intelligence these days.

But, good deed having been done to at east try and contribute a little to your solution, Holly listened to your response and leaned forward into the table, resting her cheek in her hand as though she were debating just what to say to you.

"What about attending one? I was thinking more along the lines of underground rave and car meet, the kind that ends because either the cops are called or the sun's coming up, and by the time anyone with a badge comes to sniff around, there's nothing there but bare concrete…" Her expression shaded down to a conspiratorial, almost Cheshire fox-grin.

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Her legs were merciful captors and would loosen so that you could pull back enough, letting her fingers further add to the the analogy .. and jail break your hardness.

Though all sense goes to shit as your fingers start pulling against her nipples, pressing up further into your hands. Gasping into your mouth a hand winds around your neck tangling in your hair.

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DiningRoom
She gains to her feet and begins gathering up dishes and what not but when she comes to your end of the table she pauses and touches your cheek.

Vanessa listens to Ace's words, a mixture of amusement and warmth softening her features. While their experiences with family dynamics differ, she appreciates his perspective and his unwavering support.

"Yeah, it's definitely a relief to know where you stand," she agrees, a faint smile playing on her lips. "And trust me, I've had my fair share of head-scratching moments with Daddy."

His protective stance brings a sense of reassurance, and she can't help but feel grateful for his unwavering support.

"I appreciate that, Ace," she says, her voice laced with sincerity. "But let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'd rather keep the peace, even if it means biting my tongue a bit."

As he teases about the possibility of eating his words, she chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"Guess we'll just have to wait and see," she replies, her tone light. "But whatever happens, we'll face it together, and Honey, I wouldn't ever regret or eat my words about having anything you give me... a little ace I could get use to that...though you on the hand might just find what it was like dealing with you is that what your saying?"

She leans finally and places a kiss to your lips in lingering before leaning back up and beginning to take the items into the kitchen. sorta cleaning up for the night.

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peeling

His hands slide up a little more to cover your breasts, his own deft fingers finding and teasing your nipples with pinches and tugs while he continues deeply kissing you. His tongue exploring into your mouth.

He feels your hands slide down his torso to the button and fly to his jeans. He moves his hps back ever slightly to give you a better angle of attack on your task, though becoming aware of the encirclement of his body by your legs.

DiningRoom
He would not know how that felt to be close to one's father, but he is grateful you are to yours. He heard somewhere girls are closer to their fathers and son's to their mothers. He doesn't know how much weight he puts into that thought though.

"That is good though it is better to know where you stand with someone than not know and possibly make a fool of yourself."

He has known a few people like that you think they are one way and when you find out their true selves you are left scratching your head, and wondering who the hell you knew

"Well if they came I would do my best to be on my best behavior with him, unless he hurts you in any way and then well it would be open season on his ass, as I would tell him off."

He nods his head liking seeing that enthusiasm that comes over you

"It is very special. Oh god why you go and say that you just might end up eating those words."

He laughs heartily cause he was quiet the handful some times

The Fortress
*after peeking in on Faith's property a little beast wandered into the Fortress.. humming quietly as she moved slowly through the main romm.. bare feet silent on the wood floor except for the soft chiming of slave bells*

Legs lifting to hook around you once you plant her against the desk. Taking her opportunity to rock her body deliciously against yours. Her deft fingers slipping between them as you expertly kiss her, working their way over your abs and down to the fly of your pants.

The desk was definitely likely to help. He slides his hands lower and he lifts you up and turns to sit you on the desk. He was a problem solver after all. Less leaning, more kissing and his lips never left yours during the desk maneuver.

His hands would normally go to your back, but he was aware that you were sporting fresh ink back there. So his wall calloused hands slide up your side from your waist, up until his thumbs pressed up under your ample breasts.

Lounge
"Dangerous?" An ironic incredulity, coming from her. Between her and Melody Belle, they could personally attest to near-murderous encounters with a man who went by the name Tom Harrow, also known as The City Strangler.

…a few other young women were not so lucky.

"Oh, is 'Peach Grove' the events center you were talking about? I'm excited to make use of it — CityCoin is steadily expanding marketshare, and these staker meetings are starting to get more and more serious, you know what I mean? I hope you're ready for a deluge of obnoxious new-generation Finance Bros…" her apologetic, faint smile gave you the one-glance summary of just what she thought of her most lucrative userbase. Her analytics would say that her beauty-focused social media were largely female viewers, and anything to do with money and crypto were overwhelmingly male, even though she encouraged more women to get into the finance space.

"Artists? Mmmmm, I don't know a ton personally, but I know of some people. Are you comfortable going into Rockshore? Or… is your company?" Holly took a small sip from her wine, glancing toward the bourgogne glass with a pleasantly surprised bounce of her brow. Maybe she could be a wine person, after all?

"Mmm, has the company kinda kept you all tied up, or have you had a chance to break free a bit, go exploring? I've been here like basically all my life and I gotta say I end up having to carve out my own fun most of the time…" And Holly paused, in spite of how she almost formed an indirect question, though she hovered a strawberry before herself as if to keep a foot in the conversational doorway.

"You do any partying?"

That last word burdened with subtext. Not… any parting requiring an organizer.

DiningRoom
Vanessa's lips curve into a small, appreciative smile at Ace's attempt to uplift her spirits. She knows he means well, and his efforts to make her happy never go unnoticed.

"Yeah, we've always been close," she agrees softly, her gaze drifting momentarily before returning to meet his.

His sarcasm about her father's old-fashioned beliefs brings a faint chuckle to her lips, but there's a hint of tension in her expression. She appreciates Ace's support, but she knows all too well the complexities of her father's mindset.

"Exactly," she replies, a thoughtful furrow creasing her brow. "Daddy's always been... well, Daddy. You know where you stand with him, even if you don't always agree."

She pauses, her thoughts lingering on the potential complications of her parents visiting, especially given the vast differences between her father's views and Ace's own.

"It's just... I worry about the clash, you know?" she admits, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Having them here together, it could get... tense."

But then, a spark of excitement flickers in her eyes as she shifts the conversation to their impending marriage and the unexpected news of their baby's imminent arrival.

"But despite all that," she continues, a hint of enthusiasm lacing her words, "I can't help but feel excited. Knowing our little one couldn't wait to join us... it's... special, isn't it? I cant wait to have a little you under foot."

That desk of yours right about now, might be awfully helpful in rectifying the height difference situation. Or they could get to that in a minute because holy hell did your lips not feel like some kind of delicious sin.

You could be any type of woman you want to be leading up into this situation, she was just going to be herself. Unabashedly bold and unapologetic. Tasting the inside of his mouth while pressing him back against his desk, was going to be her move.

sees midnight reach the clock hands........slides slowly down in my cage and stretches out on the floor as best i can.....covers my nakedness with blankets and tries to doze..........with nervous butterflies in my tummy

Making mental notes.

Make sure you're ready.
Sergeant Poindexter - 7 am

Got it.

Tucking the make-up and salve with the tube of Analeze, garnering quite a collection of products in such a short time. The salve is not used, not this time anyway. There are still eyes staring at me from across the corridor so I don't bother to examine the angry, red welt risen across both ass cheeks and wrapped around one slim hip. I ignore it like it's not there. I reach for the sack and pull that over my head, ignoring that too as it touches the welt and just about has me out of my skin.

Onto the cot, and onto my side, thoughts coming in rapidly as the game is afoot now friends. Some time passes before I'm able to close my eyes and find sleep.

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