....peeking on seeing my favorite things....beats the livin' chit outa warm woolen mittens and whiskers on kittens....*laughs*

Oh don't let me interfere with your task babygirl

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I think I slept well. Can't be sure, there were lots of busy dreams.

gives you a definite hug

she pauses quickly as she hears Him....His word to her....she quickly moves to her place....her body falling to her knees parting her thighs to bare His mark to her flesh....
her hands resting to her thighs hands raised to him....keeping her back straight as she lowers her ass to the touch above her heels....
her gaze to Him as she remains to her place....

Her childhood had been spent surrounded by boys, not a one of whom had shown any interest in her as a girl despite her being the only in the immediate vicinity of her father’s school. It was probably no surprise then that she’d never learnt the art of coquetry, having neither anyone from whom to learn nor anyone on whom to practice. And though she had married, she had lost her husband so soon after the wedding that she may as well have been a virgin still when you took her to your bed. But she was making up for that now.

That said, she still doesn’t quite follow your train of thought. Her brow quirks at your curious declaration but she smiles all the same for a compliment is a compliment, and she hoards yours like a miser does their gold.

“Is that so, Mr Percival.” She threads her arm through yours and falls into step beside you, her heart stuttering as the full force of your closeness in public hits her again. “For I have heard tell that you are not so bad yourself.” Even if it was just from Mrs Crawford, but the irascible old woman that kept your house and your secrets was nothing if not brutally honest.

The pace you’ve set is measured and unhurried, and for all that she has dreamt of nothing else than to be alone with you in a hotel room since this plan was set in motion, there’s something liberating about dallying like this in public. If they went out at home it was almost always to the safety of Mr Hill’s dining rooms, popular but not among her own kind and thus as safe a place to be in public as they would ever be. Always arriving separately and then leaving together under cover of darkness in a hansom cab bound for your townhouse. She hadn’t realised quite how stifling it had been, until now.

Her face tilts towards yours “I think Elsie will be surprised and delighted.” she replies softly, touched by your thoughtfulness and generosity. She had slipped Elsie some spending money herself, but she knew without having to ask that it would have been pennies compared to whatever you had left for her. “She was giddy at the notion of having some time to herself, and at not having to share a bedroom. We may have to drag her home at this rate.”

And then the penny drops as your words sink in. You can see it in the sudden flash in her eye as she imagines exactly how different her weekend will be to Elsie’s, and then the warm blush that follows to paint her cheeks. She holds your gaze, her own bold and full of promise as her voice drops. “I do not think anyone will have as enjoyable a time as we will, Mr Percival.”

*watching as you clean*

she slowly moved just a step back....gazing to His chair a moment....giving a slow nod that she had now well cleaned His chair....
she places the next cloth with the first....knowing they will have to be taken care of before Master had entered....
she once again gathered a fresh cloth....knowing the water should now be changed as well....
she grasps the handle of the small bucket...taking it to the small room that had been kept for cleaning....
dumping the water that had been inside....and filling slowly with fresh heated water....
she grasps the handle once more as she heads back to the main dungeon room....
placing the small bucket near her....she begins to wipe down each of the walls....making them each as clean as she can....
after each wall....making sure to dunk the cloth to the water....wringing the cloth in between each start....

depravity....

*she stopped in to listen for a few minutes before she must leave for an eye doc appointment*

Algonquin

"Hey! No worries! It's all good, sweetheart!"

Smiles and hugs you as you find your way inside.

"How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?"

See you there!

(that was just OOC, of course you alreadyy know to MSG him and OOC a great win)

pokes my head in
sorry i had stuff, never got back to the dance floor last night

Come to room vship.
You can pay Me there.

You know i can win, i don't understand,, what happened?

*steps out of shoes

C Jack already has the message

Taps My heel.

Clothes???

but but i can win you know i can ... please

*tugs nervously at clothes

she gives a slow nod making sure that all the instruments have been cleaned and well organized....she takes the cloth to her fingers....making a small pile that needs to be taken to be clean....
she slowly moves over to His chair....a fresh cloth dunked to the waters as she once again wrings out the cloth....
taking special care to make sure His chair is cleaned well....as His throne should be....
polishing each of the pieces to perfection....making special care to get inside the designed pieces....