SINGLES NIGHT [OPEN EVENT]

The kitsune had to admit that walking in to see pretty much everyone around her in cuffs was entertaining to say the least. She’d been lucky or maybe unlucky enough to have just missed the start of the game when she’d arrived so all that was left for her to do was to take a seat by the bar and watch the couples all around her. She could sense a lot of anxiety and tension but along with that, the delicious scent of arousal too, making Menka feel quite at home. There was no one that she recognised hanging around but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. She was still new to the guild game after all and had yet to form many bonds with those outside of Fairy Tail. Still, it had been worth the trip just to see all of the gorgeous men and women all around her and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the sense of awkwardness that seemed to hang over the place. She didn’t quite get what there was to be awkward about but it was rather sweet nonetheless.

“Looks like you’ve missed all the fun,” a cheery voice piped up from behind her, causing the nine tailed fox to look around. One of the many bartenders by the looks of him.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she answered with a smirk, “The night is still young and there and those cuffs that everyone’s wearing aren't going to hold forever.”

“Are you saying that from experience or what?” He replied with a laugh.

“Me? Never. I’m as innocent as could be. What made you ask that?” Menka asked in return.

“You're not exactly subtle.” Came the smart alec response, with the bartender nodding towards the vixen’s appendages that seemed to have started to reach out towards anyone nearby.

“Behave you lot!” Menka scolded jokingly, feigning innocence as her tails fell into line behind where she was sitting. They were always ending up in places they shouldn’t and had gotten into more trouble than she could have possibly imagined. Still, it never hurt to have a few extra limbs.

With a chuckle, she’d go on to ask, “So, how’d you get roped into this?”

“Literally,” he said with a wink, before wandering off to take the order of some of the other people sitting by the bar.

The kitsune had to laugh and wondered if perhaps this was all just a way of turning everyone into a kink junkie or something, not that she'd complain if that was the case. From the looks of it though, maybe that was just wishful thinking and unable to sit on the sidelines any longer, Menka would rise back up to her feet and wander into the mass of couples that were everywhere. She wasn’t looking for anything long term of course but maybe she could find someone to have a little quality time with? There was always hope and that’s what guided her steps through the cuffed individuals all around her.

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Percy had become stern all of the sudden, but it was the drunken kind of stern where it was a bit comical in how serious it was. It almost came off as deliberate deadpan humor, especially from the liveliness gleaming in his eyes, but he really wasn't trying to be anything but severe. "I have no idea," he answered gravely, staring up into Leon's eyes with intensity. Percy didn't know anything about his own sexuality. He would be absolutely no help to Leon in figuring this out, nor did he really know what to do to free the man positioned over him, and yet he still laid on the floor beneath him with complete compliance.

A placid thinking face crossed over the injured man's features as he tried to come up with anything that might work. When had his heart ever started racing over something that wasn't terrifying or anger-inducing...or boxing or exercise, of course. His foggy thoughts hopped around for a few seconds before he remembered having his collar gripped by one large, strong hand and being picked up and pinned against the wall. The sheer intensity and display of strength had been scary at first, but then all he'd been was impressed and a little enamored. That'd been when he'd first met Dagda, when the poor guy had freaked out in the hospital thinking Percy was hurting him instead of helping him. Yes, the first moment of confusion about why he felt an attraction to another man. That had proven an awkward first few months of friendship, at least on Percy's end, but he'd gotten his head in the right place and now the two were just really good buddies and guildmates. Objectively, Dagda was still attractive, but there was nothing there. There couldn't be...for more than one reason.

The second memory was, of course, much more recent. Just an hour or so ago, really. Leon had basically done exactly what Dagda had, except more angrily. It had still been a misunderstanding, but Leon slamming him against the wall and pinning him there had had a similar effect. Then there had been that whole...balloon smashing thing, which had had him feeling all sorts of ways. Then that husky moan... this was all very confusing.

Even if his clearly mistaken observations would work, it was too late. They were already on the floor. "Just...do something," Percy said, the seriousness starting to break into a pout, almost a beg. He shifted beneath the dark-haired man tugging at the cuffs that linked them together. "I want these off," he said, then seemed to have some sort of idea. His free hand snaked up, fumbling at the zipper of his tracksuit jacket and starting to pull it down. Percy was already missing the garments on his top half, maybe removing some clothing from Leon would kickstart this escape act.

[wc: 477 || total: 11,002]

When Leon snatched his hand, an equally flushed look crossed Percy's face as he stared up at the larger man. It was a tense moment that passed between the two as they stared into each other with confusion and discomfort. It was awkward, yet there was something about the forcefulness and the intensity of his gaze that warmed him under the proverbial collar. When he finally let Percy have his hand back, he pulled it back toward his chest, watching with uncertainty as the jacket was shrugged off. His eyes tracked downward over the shirt, tempted for a second to exact revenge for his strip dare earlier by trying to get that off too, but given the way Leon grabbed his hand when he tried, he feared it would not be well received.

Finally, Leon made a move to start the trial and error, no matter how uncertain. So stammery and uncertain for a guy with such a decisive face. Percy hadn't seen the man's hand move, but he gasped quietly in surprise when he felt it on the inside of his thigh, but then Leon stopped, waiting. Something came over Percy. A spirit. Probably the spirits he'd sucked down as if he'd been in Desierto for a week. "Don't ask for permission," he said, meaning it as a suggestion, like he was instructing a pupil how to fight, to throw a punch. Perhaps the sternness that fluttered in and out of his blushing face made it sound more forceful than he intended. Maybe it was his subconscious talking. The world may never know. All he knew is he really wanted the cuffs off, and he had no idea how to make that happen for either of them. So Leon was just going to have to act until something clicked. He was at Leon's mercy, his thigh muscle clenching under the other man's grip with nervous energy. The waiting was the most agonizing part, which softened Percy's face back into the near pout. He sucked his bottom lip gently between his teeth and bit it, trying not to be too impatient, but frankly, the floor was hard and was becoming more uncomfortable the longer he laid on it.

[wc: 368 || total: 11,370]

The game continued for but a short while. At least that's how it felt to Akane. The liveliness of her companions were indeed a refreshing sight. Though before she would comply with the last two questions, Akane watched on in delight for a bit, and a little annoyance - with the latter being solely towards the only male in their group, which Akane thought was a fun coincidence. She began to wonder if all men in Fiore are lesser beings. Though she did have to still play along and look somewhat normal to their eyes. Akane had always delighted in taking her time, learning everything she could first. It was one of the few things she enjoyed even from before her life took a turn for the worse. Though, admittedly, there was also the reason of her wanting to find more ways to torture her supposed new-found friends.

Continuing on with the game, Akane wrote her answer after everyone else had presented theirs, though she thought being the foreigner - a newcomer to this land - she could mess with their minds. Which is coincidentally something she is fond of doing to everyone suffering from the curse of life.

For the question of what was her biggest flaw, Akane, she had thought of this question very well. She had thought of something that would take them off-guard and could mean many things. She bit her bottom lip as she slowly turned the board over to her and slowly and meticulously scribbled the word "Kindness", to which the board lit green. Relieved at the expected result, Akane tilted her head and smiled that was accompanied with a slight giggle. Indeed the kindness in Akane, though little of it remained was inadvertently minimizing the effect of the malevolent voices in her head. This same kindness is also making her question killing Wren and 'saving' her.

As for the question of how many people Akane has slept with. While though she hasn't slept with anyone, she has begun to like the idea of being loose lately. Of someone being... adventurous. She had already thought of the most hilarious answer. Chuckling, Akane sat back down on her seat, with her legs dangerously spread apart she placed the board by on her thighs. She had been writing an answer down with one hand while sneakily removing her underwear. Finally she revealed her answer to them which was a cursive 'Secret' that had a heart on the end. She didn't care that the board glowed purple as she held it by the lower left one hand and the marker on the other, with her underwear hanging by just the cap. Her face, brimming with such joy for the gut she possessed for pulling this off. Even held a wink and her tongue out. Though some may say that it was because of the alcohol they've been drinking for they have been kindly provided with the means by Odhran despite unknowingly.

Though the night would continue and the banter between Wren and Odhran. Akane would like to come very close to other woman. It was fun seeing Odhran loose to Wren despite her size, but she wouldn't want to make her feel left out. Especially with her brave gesture of giving her underwear to Odhran.

"Are you sure you want to give that to him?" Akane asked worriedly. And as if suddenly remembering her manners, her eyes also flared up in shock and embarrassment. "Oh my!" she exclaimed loudly. "Forgive me, but what was your name? I'm sorry I haven't asked yet. I'm Akane by the way, you can call me Aya." she continued politely. Though just as about she could say another word, the... cuteness... between Wren and Odhran would only intensify. Though personally she still thinks he's a dick, but being humiliated by Wren is just so funny. It was as if it's pouring salt on the wound. And not only that, it appears a new game would be played.

Akane was personally happy about this as she smiled at the prospect of it, even ordering a new drink from the bar and raising it. For this particular event, she had wanted to be cuffed to Wren, seeing as they were already getting along. She even took small steps towards her in order to make it happen but fate was not on her side. She was shocked to see her friend get dragged towards Odhran and they ended up getting cuffed while Akane had the pleasure of getting to know the other girl. It seemed fate has indeed drawn them together.

However, there was still the problem of how will she get them both aroused. She doesn't even know her enough to know what turns her on. But perhaps she simply needs to work on her side of the cuff, Akane thought. "So..." she initiated, clearly still thinking of what she had to say while she looked on Wren and Odhran who are clearly... well... enjoying themselves. Seeing Wren beat the shit out of the ignorant man is having an effect on Akane. The sight of suffering and torture, almost as if releasing one from their mortal coil, especially with the 'natural' display made Wren made her convince herself of the intention to kill. She bit her lip once more and held on to her drink tighter. She was also so close to manifesting a soul-essence dagger. It was trance-like state, one however that is possible to break just by simply calling her attention...

WC: 919
Akane: 3,967
@Katsumi
@Odhran Aegisbane
@Wren

Yes, Percy had seen the man's chest before, but this time, he was actually paying attention and saw it in the light cast by the single's event. This wasn't assessing musculature as one man punched another until one of them became the victor. This was more intent, more curious about the marks on it and how they got there, vaguely wondering what it would feel like under his fingertips. He was also a little analytical, wondering what made those round burns, curious if he had any creams that could soothe those blisters. They were odd wounds in odd places, and as someone with a large burn on his head, he wondered what events put them where they were. Every scar had stories attached. Maybe one day he'd ask about them, but right now wasn't the time. Arguably, he had no idea what was acceptable in such a time as this, but rolling with the punches was the only thing he could do. Or at least, the only thing his drunk brain could think of.

His focus on the revealed skin derailed abruptly when Leon started touching him. Much like he'd locked eyes with Leon when they were in the boxing ring, he locked eyes with the man now. His expression was passive at first, though once his arm was over his head he grew slightly flustered, and when the knee appeared in the gap between his legs, his lips parted and he gently inhaled. Not quite a gasp, but a small reaction to the new sensation. Of course, this was accompanied with a deeper red tinging his cheeks. "Hmph," he suddenly huffed, his expression growing defiant and challenging, "I'm not made of fine china. Why so gentle?" he asked, bending the one leg consequently between Leon's until his own knee nestled into a similar area on the hovering male. "Come on now," he urged, anxious about what Leon would do.

wc: 320 || total: 11,690]

Percy was surprised to be yanked up off the ground, doing his best to not stumble too much as his body protested the rough and quick motion. With a soft 'oof' his back impacted the bar counter, and within a second the larger man was on him. Somehow this felt more right, even as his ribs sent shocks of pain up his spine. Instinctively, his hand whipped out to press against Leon's chest, though he didn't shove him away. However, there was a small smile tugging at his lips from the pure exhilaration. Discoveries about ones nature were always interesting, even if the manner in which they were discovered was suspect at best. He tried not to think of what his family would think if they saw what was happening and how pleased (at the moment) he felt about it. Percy, who had no idea what turned himself on, was learning, and there was nothing the young man loved more (other than magic) than learning new things.

It was weird, but with the rush of endorphins caused by this development, his legs started to turn a little jello. The pain was all but disappearing (hooray for analgesic effects), but there were some other semi developments as well. Something he really didn't want Leon to feel, but undoubtedly would if he sunk down any lower onto the leg between his thighs. The line between panic and arousal was super blurred in reality, and Percy was potentially feeling both simultaneously but on a small scale. Well, on a small scale until Leon's breath tickled the edge of his ear and the wolfish growl forced a proper gasp from his lips. The two-toned man shivered. "..Nnph..." he made some sort of noise, something like a whine choked down into embarrassed silence. Once he trusted himself, he tried to fire back in response to save face, but as he opened his mouth, Leon's hand was just passing his belly button. "A-Ah...you're l-learning," he stammered despite the alcohol, a testament to how rattled he was becoming. As if his glowing red face and the trembling hand against Leon's warm skin wasn't enough. Not wanting Leon to see whatever his face was pulling, Percy closed his eyes (drunk logic: obviously if he can't see neither can Leon) and leaned his face forward and into Leon's shoulder.

The light on Percy's end of the handcuffs was flashing, going from a steady red to an amber color, and rapidly from the amber color toward a green that seemed to be blinking in beat with his heart rate, which was definitely higher than any calm person's would be. One small push and his would likely push him over the edge and open them right up, leaving him to try and get Leon's off.

[wc: 466 || total: 12,156]

Percy's head rocked back as Leon deprived him of his shoulder. He was blushing all over now, eyes opening and meeting those devastating gold ones as he obeyed Leon's command. Unknowingly like his partner, this was the first time he'd experienced this type of feeling before as well, and it was hard to process. It was harder and harder to think, like he was on some type of drug. It was rare for someone whose job was to constantly think to not be able to do so, leaving him with actions only. Percy felt like he was on fire from the inside out. There was no denying his physical reactions, and the implications were likewise undeniable. Terrifying. Thrilling. It seemed they'd discovered small pieces of their sexuality today. Together. The more aggressive Leon got, the more hot and bothered Percy became.

The mismatched eyes locked on Leon's dilated with his rush of attraction. That hand was slipping lower to the fabric of his black slacks. Thank the universe that his pants hadn't been one of the four articles of clothing he'd decided to lose. "Le--...L-Leonnn..." Percy groaned low in his throat, his forehead pressing defiantly against the other's forehead. A warning...or a beg? Maybe 'pleading' was the more accurate term, but for what he didn't know. For the man to stop torturing him? Or...for him to keep going? He felt the teasing touches on the uppermost portions of his thighs (very sensitive apparently) and just under his belt and reacted with a much sharper gasp which slowly released in a quivering sigh. Even if it was everywhere but the formerly dormant part of him currently hijacking the brain in his skull, it was driving him crazy. Fingertips pressed into his chest, nails leaving half-moon indentations. Was that desire in his eyes, tugging the corners of his parted lips upward just the smallest bit? "U-uh...I...c-ca-- I-I-...a-ah..." he tried to string some sort of panicked protest or cocky rebuttal together, but all he got were homeless syllables and heated pants as if all the oxygen in the room had been consumed by the fire licking his body. It really wasn't fair, none of this was.

*BEEP!*

*click*

Just like that, the light reached a deep green and announced the completion of the game for Percy. If it hadn't been apparent, his frantically drumming pulse, visible in his neck, indicated a level of arousal accepted by the cuffs and his wrist was now free.

[wc: 411 || total: 12,567]

Oh god, their mouths were so close, at least if he pressed his to Leon's it would stop the humiliating stuttering--

Percy's reaction to his cuff coming loose was delayed. He remained between Leon's arms for a long moment, breathing hard with his back pressed into the bar and his crimson face staring up into Leon's in a mix of utter torment and disbelief. Both of those slowly eased off as he started to come back around to being able to process normal human thought, but with that brought a load of awfulness. His expression ran the gamut of expressions, from irrepressibly aroused to terrified to ego-shatteringly embarrassed. The thoughts came as hot and fast as their encounter had been so far. All he knew was he was drunk and now extremely horny and wanted this man to finish what he started and also his cuffs were off but Leon's cuffs weren't off so that implied that he wasn't as into it and...that was humiliating. It was like a bucket of ice water to his half-burned face.

The last expression he wore that Leon might see was one of hurt. Misunderstanding the situation and thinking Leon's fuse wasn't even lit while Percy had been a firecracker seconds from exploding, he tried to talk himself down from the ledge. They were two men! This was a relief, right? The fact that he'd wanted Leon to be into it was a level of fear he could barely fathom and it was just ridiculous. Just a Percy problem he could try to forget. He'd made a giant fool of himself. How could he have let himself... He hated parties. He really hated parties.

"Y-yours isn't..." he responded to Leon quietly, his instinct to run reignited. Pulling his forehead, his hand, and his body in general away from Leon, he ducked under one of the arms and stood nearby, frantically rummaging through his pockets. He didn't notice as his eyedrops and even his wallet fell out. His only focus was on locating the thing he wanted. If nothing more, Percy was a man of integrity. The offer to train and spar with Leon had been made, which he'd tried to do several times and failed, and his mind hadn't changed. Maybe it should have, but it didn't. This was just a weird bump in the road that he would pretend didn't happen. Blame Lilith and the alcohol. Slipping his card with both his cell and business numbers on it onto the counter in front of the dark-haired man, he gave it a curt tap but didn't trust himself to say anything more. Was it an awkward way to say goodbye, especially considering what had been happening moments before? Absolutely, but he couldn't take anymore. His body was trembling, so no doubt his voice would sound like he was sitting on a washing machine full of boulders. With that, he scanned for the exit and bolted on two unsteady legs.

Dagda would have to find another way home because Percy had forgotten all about him.

[wc: 510 || wc: 13,077]

Cetus let a shudder run though his body. Hanako excited his cold sensabilities. Yet, once again, desire was not emotion. He could desire much but rarely did that wrap around emotion. However, it was fun to play. Mmm how to make up his mind with this one. Did he continue to play along or cut loose? The next truth could easily unravel all his work. Perhaps... he could leave it up to Hanako. The girl seemed to know what she wanted.

Hanako's invitation to dinner curled Cetus' lips upward. "Alas, my stomach does not hunger for food, my dear. It wants for a much tastier morsel." He looked her form up and down. His eyes locked with hers as his tongue did a slow sweep of his lip. "If we can move that hunger is satisfied, perhaps we can order in." He let that statement hang in the air. A more direct approach to what they'd been toeing the entire time while still not quite asking.

Hanako's truth had laughter bubbling from Cetus' lips. He caught her free hand and pressed his lips to it. Her addition sent a spiral of desire through him. He let it show in his eyes. "You are a delight, Hanako. Though I fear my flaw may put a damper on the mood. However, as I cannot retrieve a snack without disentangling myself from this delightful position, I suppose I must risk it." The shark man used his free hand to cup Hanako's cheek. His eyes searched her face. Various possible flaws flashed through his mind. Ones that were not as bad as what he was about to say. Cetus opened his mouth. "I'm a cold bastard. I hunger for heat, for passion, for the depth of emotion and I take it any way I please. It means little to me if others get hurt."

Cetus leaned closer after writing the answer. It flashed green. "So tell me, Ms. Hanako. Can you handle my hunger if I can take your greed?" An attendant approached with a pair of cuffs. She blushed with how closely they were entwined. Apparently, a new event had occurred. Cetus twined his fingers with Hanako's free hand and presented their wrists. The cuffs clicked into place. Cetus watched his pop open immediately. "Pity. I rather enjoy these kinds of games. However, Ms. Hanako, it appears you have an astounding effect on me. May I take you home? Yours or mine? I'd like to show you how a cold bastard such as I effects his lovers."  He kissed her knuckles once more. This night had come to a climax already -  well not his at this moment - and Cetus felt a stir within his chest. A glimmer of emotion. He hoped Hanako would allow him to take her to his bed and explore it further.

WC: 475
TWC: 1760

@Hanako

Turashi's POV
Tura's eyes watered as Danny waved aside her attempt to deny her rights to Samuel. Her lips parted with his next words. She wanted to throw caution to the wind. Her baby had grown up without her. No matter what Danny said, Tura had denied her love to her child. She'd been no better than her own mother. Tura's mouth opened and closed a few times. Then she set it in a steely line. "Give me a time and place. I want to meet my son. I abandoned him. I left him instead of fighting for him. No more." The fire in her speech was stolen as Tura looked around nervously. She couldn't erase decades of training with a snap of her fingers.

Tura's cheeks flamed at Danny's explanation of the game. She bit her lip. "Why not have an orgy instead?" She muttered innocently. It would have had the same outcome either way. At least how she saw it. As Danny began, Tura's face became bright red. She buried her face into his shoulder to hide it. Just her lick that her body remembered Danny's. It responded the way it used to. That was even more embarrassing. What if he had a side piece or a booty call? Sure it didn't make much sense for him to be at single's night then but her mind was grasping. Tura was terrified Danny didn't find her attractive anymore.

She squeaked when Danny pulled her into a chair. Immediately, the dragonling felt something familiar. Her face still red, Tura smiled down at Danny. Then the balloon popped and they were chest to chest. The blonde cuddled into Danny. Her embarrassment remained but she was quite comfortable. "Someone is happy to see me." She teased before burying her face into his shoulder. How could she be so bold? Tura could feel Danny's awkwardness. It made her tear up remembering how at ease they'd once been with each other. Her tears were wiped away quickly lest he saw.

The MC announced a new game and Tura turned to listen this time. Truth or Dare. A whiteboard washanded to each of them by attendents. The presented questions and dares had the dragonling frowning. "Danny, you know the answers to those questions... I'd have to do all the dares. How does one eat sexily? And..." She looked around, her cheeks turning tomato red. "- I'm not wearing any underwear!"

Tiisha's POV
Tiisha wasn't entirely sure what to make of this dragoness. Given her lack of knowledge regarding Tiisha's titles, She was not connected to Zarharthum in any way. Yet, why then did she approach? Perhaps she, unlike these pathetic mortals, saw the majesty in Tiisha's appearance. However, Akeya's professed curiosity had the dragonling's lips curling. "I do not meddle in mortal affairs for I have little interest in them. Unfortunately, loneliness is a curse even one such as I must bear. My sister bears it worse then I so here we are tonight. A gesture of magnanimity on my part. One I thought I might regret but there are interesting people here luckily." She raked a look down Akeya's form. A smile curved her lips.

Akeya's comment brought Tii's attention back to her sister. Had the dragonling had a tail, it would have been lashing back and forth. How dare a mortal touch her sister? How dare a male be so bold? Yet the other dragoness had a point. Tura appeared to be enjoying herself. It would be a fight not only with the guards, but her sister as well. Tiisha scowled. "I will concede your point, Akeya. Which leaves me at an impasse. I wish to leave but cannot do so without my sister. So, I inquire if you would pass the time with me, my dear? It would be dreadfully boring otherwise." She managed to say it without gritting her teeth. Years in court seemed to hold to her covering her emotions. Not that she would ever admit an imperfection such as being unable to hold back her anger.

Tiisha leaned back to watch the procedure of this event. It was strange watching a sexual act without the actual intimate act. The dragonling grabbed a cup to sip. It was unlike the nectar of Zarharthum but it would do. When Akeya called an event childish, Tii quirked an eyebrow. She was confused when the dragoness suggested participating in the childish event.

Tiisha let Akeya show her how things worked. An interesting bit of magic resided on the whiteboards. It seemed to glow to indicate what was truthful, muddled or a lie. Tiisha smiled slowly. "I do not understand the mortal fear of the truth. However, these dares seem to be much more entertaining. Unfortunately, I can only understand and fulfill one. May I place my hand upon your thigh? Also can you tell me what 'underwear' is?"

Tiisha stepped close to Akeya, extending her hand. With her other, she wrote upon the board. Worst trait was narcissism. Not a bad trait but one other's saw as an issue. It merely meant she was the best and she knew it. The last question Tiisha put one hundred and fifty eight. No point in counting the males she lay with. They were nothing but dirt. The first answer flashed green but the second flashed red. Tiisha frowned at the board. "Even the mortal truth telling device is fallable. It cannot tell the truth I tell. One hundred and fifty eight females I have lain with, no more or less. Pah!" The dragonling tossed away her whiteboard. It was useless.

When the dragonling was preoccupied, another attendant approached. A pair of shackles was clasped around one of  Tiisha's wrists and one of Akeya's. Tiisha looked at the device, peeved. "Is this another silly game, Akeya? How is this one played?" she asked in an exasperated tone. The dragonling wasn't sure how much longer she could take this.

WC: 992
TWC: 2348

@Danny @Akeya[/color]

Damien had disappeared into the crowd. A pity since Masha always enjoyed making new friends. The game got underway with Mathis and Poppi? going first. Mathis' honesty was refreshing. Masha was more used to those that lied or tried to omit things. Maybe she could find a way to take the board or duplicate it later. The truth would make her work so much easier.

Masha's eyes locked on the black haired woman. The familiar scents were wrapped around that one. Oddly, one of those scents seemed to be her own. It was faint, very faint, but there. The other scents didn't jog anything more than a feeling she should know them. She'd have to corner that one later. Not for a bit of hanky panky,  that would be saved for Leona. Just for information leading to her missing memories.

Oop, she better play this game, event thing. "These questions are so boring! Though I'm not sure if I can answer any of them accurately." She giggled behind her hand. The redhead sidled up to Leona. "Gurl, you already know I like you, mmm. So I'll take that first dare, if you don't mind." Masha slide her fingers up Leona's thigh slowly. The movement ended with her palm resting on Leona's inner thigh. The redhead clicked her tongue. "Pity I don't have more hands. I do love to include everybody." Masha smiled slowly.

The redhead giggled once again, looking at the second question. "Oh M Gee that second one is sooo easy for me! It's totally that I talk too much. I can't help it though, I have the gift of gab." She said, holding up the whiteboard with her free hand. It flashed green. "Yay! I got it right!!" Masha jumped up and down a little. The motion caused her to brush up against Leona repeatedly. A curl of heat settled in her stomach. Mmm she needed this woman tonight.

The third question presented more of an issue. Masha had no idea how many people she'd slept with before. After the amnesia, she'd slept with maybe one... possibly two depending on how loose the definition of sleeping with was. The redhead bit her lip, looking around. "Y'all mind if I guess for this next one? Amnesia and all that ya know? Kay, thanks a bunch!" Masha started scribbling numbers. One. Red. Five. Red. Twenty. Red. Fifty. Red. The redhead glanced at Leona. Maybe it was better to leave that little mystery in the shadows. Masha reached under her dress and tugged off her underwear. It was a tiny scrap of white lace. "Here ya go baby. A hopeful promise for later tonight." Masha said winking at Leona. She pushed the underwear into the woman's hands. Looking around, she frowned. "I promise, I'll bring authentic Masha underwear to the rest of you some other time, okay? I don't wanna leave y'all out."

Pity that was it for questions and dares. Masha perked up as an idea came to her. She looked slyly around the circle. "Truth or Dare; What part, other than the mouth, would you most like to kiss on your partner? Or, dare, kiss your partner with as much passion as you can muster for ten seconds or more." She turned to Lethe, Mathis and Poppi. It took a moment of scrutiny to find her answers. "Lethe's neck, Mathis' abs, and Poppi, gimme a bite of that butt, girl!"

The redhead turned slowly to Leona. Her tongue darted out over her lips. Her free hand curled up around the blonde's head. Her touch was delicate as she threaded her fingers through Leona's hair. "Come 'ere gorgeous" the slayer purred. Masha pulled Leona's head toward her own slowly. As their lips touched, something unfurled in her stomach. The redhead let her passion rule her as she kissed Leona. Heat seemed to grow bigger and bigger until Masha couldn't understand how she hadn't burst into flames. It reached for Leona, pulling something of the other mage deep into the intimate depths of Masha. As Masha pulled away, she felt a bit dazed. Like Leona had punched her with a wave of addicting sexiness. "Wow... Leona may have just ruined me for anybody else..." She whispered. Her free hand touched her tingling lips. No matter what happened going forward now, this night would be seared in her memory.

WC: 728
TWC: 2010

@Leona Jarnefeldt @SlayerMathis_ @Lethe

Leona was at a loss as to what to do. Everything was happening so fast that she did not have much time to make sense of any of the previous happenings before a new happening occurred. Now everyone was having to answer questions by writing answers on a special markerboard with truth-detecting technology, but they were not just any questions. These were "Truth Or Dare" questions with an amorous twist.

Truth; Do you find your partner attractive? Dare; You have to keep your hand on the very inner thigh of your partner for the next round. was the first of the questions with a dare should one not want to answer the question. Just hearing the dare made Leona determined to answer the question truthfully. Leona looked at Masha.

"Do I find you attractive, Masha?" Leona repeated the question. That was a very easy question for Leona to answer. She turned her markerboard towards herself and started to write out the Y when she felt the redhead's fingers slowly glide up Leona's thigh and the palm eventually stop on the inner thigh. Leona turned beet red and continued to write out the answer in a hand shaking from nervousness brought on by the awkwardness of the situation.

"Yes, I find Masha to be attractive." Leona admitted to the group and showed her shaky handwriting. The markerboard flashed green to verify what she had said was true.

Ignoring the sensation of Masha's hand resting on her inner thigh, Leona turned her thoughts to how to answer the next question.

Truth; What is your worst trait? Dare; Try to eat one of our party snacks in the most 'sexy' way possible for one minute.

Leona had to think about this one. She had so bad traits like her tendency to speak before she thought about what she was saying, her tendency to leap before she looked, her lack of social skills, her lack of self-confidence, her bad fashion sense... where did she even begin? Leona thought about it a little and was interrupted when Masha got her second question right and started jumping up and down a little right next to her. The blonde was more than a little distracted by the sight and feeling of Masha brushing up against her, but Leona soon regained focus long enough to erase her markerboard and begin writing out her second answer, again in a shaky hand.

"My social skills are the worst part about me. My social skills are really, really bad." Leona wrote out.

"I'd say that my awful social skills are the worst thing about me." Leona said to the group and flipped her markerboard around to show them what she wrote. To her surprise the markerboard flashed purple, causing Leona to turn towards it and blush.

"Damn. I didn't see that coming." Leona commented to Masha, Slayer, Poppi, and Lethe. Purple meant that it thought that Leona had either taken liberties with the truth or did not tell the whole truth. Or maybe the magic markerboard had concluded that Leona had more issues than a newspaper stand and just gave up. She was not sure what the others would think about her, but there was nothing that could be done about it now. On to the third question.

Truth; How many people have you slept with? Dare; Go to the toilet, take off your underwear, return to your partner and then give it to them to keep for the entire night.

This one would be very easy for Leona to answer.

She had no shame in answering this one because the question was much less embarrassing than the dare. She would much rather admit that she had never slept with anyone than hand Masha her underwear. Speaking of which, Masha opted not to answer the question and instead handed Leona a bit of white lace that might have been underwear into the hand that held the markerboard. Once it dawned on the blonde what it was, she blushed furiously and looked for somewhere to put it before realizing that there was nowhere to go with it.

The blushing Leona faced the markerboard and wrote down her answer, which did not take very long.

"I haven't slept with anyone before."

Carefully maneuvering the board around with Masha's underwear in the hand holding the board, Leona turned it where everyone could see it.

"I haven't slept with anyone before." Leona answered plainly. The markerboard lit up green. Leona was pleased to have the board back her up on that one. Now to address Masha's question. Leona did not have a very good answer for the question, so she was going to opt for the dare when Masha met her halfway and kissed her first.

Leona received the kiss and was shocked for a few moments before she went with it. This dare was not a bad one. It certainly beat having to answer Masha's question. Once Masha was satisfied with the kiss Leona thought that she heard the redhead whisper something about her, but the blushing blonde was not sure. She was too stunned by the kiss to ask a question, so she would let it pass.

"So, uh... well... I don't have a question, so we'll just move on." Leona said, still in a daze. This evening was... well, exciting. That was the best way that Leona could put it.

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[Leona's Word Count: 4,584]

@Masha
@SlayerMathis_
@Lethe

Akeya smiled back at Tiisha when the other dragoness made it clear that while she didn't have much interest in the mortals who hosted and frequented these events she at least was willing to tolerate the presence of another dragoness. While the redhead didn't appear to be fully comfortable she at least displayed enough flexibility in her approach that she wouldn't abandon the event outright. The disguised twilight dragon also didn't bother to hide her own approval of Tiisha's form, although she'd soon reveal that truth by writing it down on the whiteboard anyway. "It is considered a virtue to indulge the wishes of your kin. And I'm glad to hear that you've found someone interesting to help you pass the time." Her smile grew a bit more amused with the last line.

She could tell that Tiisha wasn't happy with the fact that her sister was getting so touchy-feely with a mortal male, but the twilight dragoness's words did seem to have their desired effect as the other dragoness calmed down and acknowledged that she'd have to tolerate it. She'd have replied immediately, but she noticed that even as she finished speaking the redhead was already reaching towards a cup. Normally Akeya wouldn't care one bit what Tiisha drank or how much of it, but she'd already noticed the small lifeform inside her companion's belly. Dragons might be made of sturdier stuff than most mortal species but drinking alcohol while pregnant still was considered a bad idea. Unless Tiisha's race had a different reaction...

No reason to leave it up to chance. Even as Tiisha reached out Akeya would step a bit closer, snapping her fingers to make sure the other woman was paying attention to her. "I'll do my best to keep you entertained then, Duchess Tiisha~" She said that last part with a light hiss, similar to how a feline might purr. Even as she spoke she deftly switched the drink Tiisha had been reaching for with her empty glass. While the other dragoness would no doubt notice the trade as soon as she tried to take a sip what was important here was to prevent that first sip.

"And I'm sorry for this, but I felt like I should remind you that alcohol is bad for the little one before you start drinking." Holding the cup in her hand Akeya waited to see what kind of response Tiisha would give. She'd rather keep things pleasant, but if the other dragoness focused on the fact that the twilight assassin had taken her drink things might get a bit messy. Of course if Tiisha was aware of the risks and still insisted on drinking Akeya wouldn't interfere any further: her main reason for intercepting the first time was because of the possibility that in her frustration Tiisha had reached for a drink without realising.

When her companion suggested that she'd rather place her hand on Akeya's thigh than answer the question the disguised dragoness raised an eyebrow before smirking. "Be my guest~ As for what underwear is..." She tapped her chin twice with the index finger of her free hand. "As you're probably aware mortals tend to be obsessed with concepts such as decency. Because of that they've invented things such as underwear, pieces of clothing you wear to cover your sexual parts underneath your normal clothes." She snorted. "Of course because of the association they then immediately began to develop a fascination for underwear. Male mortals especially seem to have a strong yearning for underwear worn by females." She rolled her eyes. It was just one of those things.

She was curious to see what answers Tiisha would have for the other two questions. Narcissism wasn't really a surprise, given how the beautiful redhead had been behaving so far. It was a common trait among dragons: Akeya also had a very high opinion of herself even if she'd taken steps to ensure that her ego wouldn't swell to the point that it could get her killed. The third question, however, had an interesting answer: not only did Tiisha give an impressive number, but apparently her answer wasn't quite accurate. Given how Akeya doubted that the other dragoness had overestimated the number that meant it was even higher than Tiisha herself thought it was.

"From my understanding of this type of magic it determines the truth by searching your mind to see what you believe to be true. If the answer is incorrect it might be that you're of two minds about it." It was merely a suggestion, of course. Another possible alternative was that Tiisha was intentionally lying and blaming it on the whiteboard, although Akeya wouldn't be so stupid as to voice that thought aloud or even show it on her face.

At that point the next game started, Akeya watching with some bemusement as every couple, herself and Tiisha included, had their wrists linked by a single pair of shackles. Listening to the explanation Akeya almost chuckled before turning back to her companion. "It looks like the organizers are very passionate about this event resulting in some... intimate activity. Simply put to remove the bindings we'll have to reach a state of arousal, although I suspect another type of excitement would also suffice as long as it results in a significantly increased heart rate." She looked at the shackles, studying them briefly. "Of course, they can't actually hope to contain two dragons with something like this, but..."

She leaned forward a little bit, her golden eyes locked onto Tiisha's. The two of them were standing close enough to each other that Akeya could practically feel Tiisha's breath on her skin every time the other dragoness exhaled. "Perhaps this little game is an opportunity for you to leave all those little frustrations behind and actually get something pleasant out of this evening. As for me, I definitely wouldn't refuse the opportunity~" Again there was that soft little purr-hiss.

Whether her proposal would pay off Akeya didn't know. So far she'd gotten the impression that Tiisha was only barely tolerating the situation, but at the same time she'd expressed interest in Akeya herself at least. Maybe she'd get angry and try to force the shackle off, or maybe she'd actually consider the twilight dragoness's proposal. "At the very least I can promise that I'll do my best to make it worth your while~"

WC: 1,066
PWC: 3,000

@TnT

Events unfolded quickly all of a sudden. The raven haired woman had a cheeky response to how many people she'd slept with. Katsumi's cheeks flared with embarrassment. How could one be so bold? Odhren's constant praise of himself rapidly stole her discomfort. His blatant revelation of his criminal undertakings turned it to fury. Wren rapidly took the 'god' down though without remorse. It was with the help of the next game but Katsumi respected it. The short one had a lot of spunk. She'd have to partner with them again sometime.

The Rune Knight found herself attached to the other woman. She'd professed concern at the handing of Katsumi's underwear to Odhren. Katsumi had been too mortified to reply. It wasn't something she'd normally do. "Uh, my name is Katsumi, by the way." She finally reciprocated. Wow, her communication skills needed quite a bit of work. Most people would introduce themselves quickly. It took a few moments to run back through things and wince at her blunders. A blaring issue suddenly became clear to her.

The Rune Knight looked down at the cuffs linking them together. "Uh..." Katsumi tried to think of a nice way to let Aya down. The only real interest she had, as far as she knew, in Aya, was eating her. Not in the fun way either. Her exposure to a contaminated lacrima had filled her with an unnatural hunger for flesh. "I'm uh... I'm not really into girls. I'm not sure how we're going to get these cuffs undone." Katsumi gave Aya a polite smile. It seemed best to ignore the situation between Wren and Odhren. The other Rune Knight had it handled, clearly. Unless Odhren was into that kind of thing, in which case the cuffs would release him. Not the ideal situation. Just like being stuck to Aya for forever wasn't. How could she play video games with one hand chained to someone else?

WC: 321
TWC: 972

@Akanee @Odhran Aegisbane @Wren

Scully's eyes would widened while he nodded at the kind of woman he had been paired up with. Such class, he thought and he was almost certain that no mere party charm such as pick up lines would be enough to be even anywhere near to getting her heart rate up even by one. No, classy women require classy approaches. One that involved intellect more than whatever one can do in the bedroom. As Diana continued to answer, Scully would take subtle checks at himself to make sure that he would not be to her liking. He'd imagine it would be difficult to imagine your ideal partner when the person in front of you is the exact opposite.

But then she came around to describing her ideal partner. And it wasn't what he expected. Frankly, given the situation which required arousal, she would have given a more physical answer. Guess he read the entire situation wrong, but Scully was able to let loose a little more. Given that maybe how he is alright which of course warranted a smile not only of relief but of genuine joy and awkwardness. Where does he go from here? He thought of it very well that might have gave a physical tick with his eyes constantly wandering, the same way his mind wandered an infinite sea of thought.

But alas, he would be called to answer his own question, one that he was not ready for given that he was preoccupied thinking of a follow-up. "Oh, me?" he suddenly said in alert, as he was brought back to answer. "Uhm, well I just like and want to see the good people happy and smiling you know? That accompanied with a little bit of cheerful, supportive confidence which -" he paused to gesture at his entire being " - is kind of necessary if I'm gonna stand by my choice to be like this in a country full of strong, muscular, fit, handsome men." he continued.

He made a slight chuckle after that, making think about all he's done so far and for why, and so far he believes he had made the right choice. "As for a partner? Hm. I haven't really thought of that either. Supportive would be a good start." he replied earnestly before looking around seeing how most people are being steamy and rowdy up in the place. Scully however, liked to take it slow, he knew little from his company and now that she had given a rather interesting question, he would like to know more.

He looked around and found a rather comfy, less crowded space in the venue which was fortunately very near to the bar. He asked if she wanted to go to a place where they can talk a little better, trying to sounds his best to not be creepy and pointed to the spot he saw earlier, assuring her that there was nothing ill about his intentions. Should Diana accept, Scully would lead the way to the area and offered her a seat once they got there. Pulling it up for her with a smile before taking his to say "Ok your turn to ask." cheerfully.

WC: 531
Scully: 1,533
@Diana Winchester

Diana was not sure what to make of her "partner" for the event. At first glance Scully looked like a typical muscleman, but he had a certain rugged charm that the huntress could not quite describe. There was also a lot more to him than muscle mass and rugged good looks... he had a heart as well. She had learned that from his answers to the questions of how he would describe himself and his ideal partner.

Diana was not sure what to make of his answer. Aside from tutelage in passing for normal despite being anything but normal, Diana had also been taught by her parents that the world operated on contracts. It was a view of the world that did not leave any room for sentiment or for personal satisfaction, only results and profit.

People wanted things done and when they did they hired someone like Diana to do them. Diana provided a service and people paid her for their work. Once that was done she received her payment and moved on to the next client. It was supposed to be a simple exchange with no feelings involved, but Diana had developed a liking for certain clients. Her parents had always told her to never develop feelings for anyone and to treat everything as a business relationship.

But Diana had developed feelings anyway.

Mister Burke was the closest thing she had to a favored client. When she first met the man in Shirotsume she suspected that she was dealing with a typical seedy corporate type who would gladly sell his principles for the right price, but he had been nothing but good to Diana. Mister Burke had told her everything his superiors allowed him to tell her about assignments, he never withheld support from her if she really needed it, and he always allowed her to use her own judgment instead of micromanaging her over the headset during assignments. As a result of that good treatment, Diana dropped everything and hurried to Shirotsume whenever he sent notice of a job opportunity.

Jasmine DuClare was another client she liked. Diana thought that Jasmine was just a bit too interested in her and wanted to pursue a romantic relationship, but Jasmine was just someone looking for a friend to spend time with. Diana was about to reminisce some more when she realized that Scully had talked to her. He had asked her if she wanted to go sit at the slightly less crowded bar... in fact he had literally pointed out the space to her.

Diana blushed a little.

"Um, sure. We can go sit over there." Diana answered after a pause to try and regain some poise after blushing over accidentally ignoring him. She walked with him to the area he had pointed out to her and took the seat that had been pulled out. Once she was seated she tried to think of a question to ask him. She was having trouble thinking of one until she decided to ask him something that was hopefully not too intrusive.

"What do you think about tonight's event?" Diana casually asked Scully in an attempt to be sociable before her face paled a little. She was worried that she had either just offended him or had asked a really dumb question. She would find out what kind of mistake she had made once the dark-haired man gave his answer.

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@Wiggles

Little Black Dress:

Luna knew she she was starting to get into trouble as she was trying to figure out if she was making a mistake or not. She heard from Gaia about this event and was suggested that it might be a good excuse for Luna to go out and have fun, not related to Luna's laundry list of responsibilities, including doing the laundry. When Luna hesitantly agreed, she spent the day before she left trying on various dresses with the help of her fellow summoner for advice, and in addition to asking for Gaia to watch over Neptuna and check in on Mai in the Guild hall, as well as water her plants, accept a few parcels that may arrive, and to water her plants. "Go enjoy yourself, relax, you don't need to be working all the time." Luna was hesitant when she left Ace of Spades in her Magical car as she went to Crocus the day before, getting herself a nice hotel room in the process, after spending the night she would have arranged for a service to transport her when the time came, albeit her being fashionably late to the party in the dress Gaia helped her pick out for the evening.

Once inside Luna could sense the Life Force of dozens of mages, even recognizing a few from various occassions. "There's enough power in here to start a revolutionary army or create a vacuum if all were removed." She thought to herself as she looked around the room finding various individuals but did not know who to approach first as she would walk in, only for her to realize she really arrived too late as it seemed either everyone was on some weird spell or aphrodisiac to try and seduce others or Luna was provided the wrong sort of information on what sort of event this was. She found the shackle like devices peculiar but for either fear of an answer or general politeness she did not want to ask, for all she knew it was just part of some twisted game or a weird fashion statement. 

However Luna was starting to regret arriving as she walked through not sure what to make of herself. She had a feeling in her gut that everyone was pairing or grouping off and she just arrived at the time that would make it awkward to focus on or include someone else, not that description didn't aptly fit in many aspects of her life. "Guess the party might as well be over for me..." She whispered gently as she adjusted her glasses before she would pull her ilac out of her small black purse and prepared to arrange herself a ride back to the hotel.

WC 454

Turashi's POV

Tura hung her head. Her grasp of the mortal plane geography was severely lacking. The dragonling had little hope that she might find the right place. She didn't want to let that stop her however. "I do not know places too well. I want to surprise him, but if I get lost, Samuel will only be disappointed once again. How can I find the right place?" The events that led to being stranded on the mortal plane, almost dying had lit a fire inside Tura. She wanted to know her son before she died. Even if he hated her for leaving, the dragonling desired the chance at least.

Danny's teasing felt familiar, comfortable even. Things Tura hadn't felt since the last time she'd seen him. Yet, the blonde couldn't keep the blush from her face. Every little movement, his soft words, sent blood rushing to her face. Tura felt like a youngling all over again. Danny put her at ease however and she tried to remember she was here to have fun. Tura attempted to tease him in return. Except, she used her knowledge of his body. One of the dares was to keep a hand on your partner's thighs. Tura had her fingers dancing within a hairsbreadth of exactly how she knew Danny was happy to see her. A demure smile even managed to cross her lips for a bare second or two. Then her face flushed. She distracted herself by watching him write out his answers.

When Danny put Tura on the chair, the dragonling's eyes welled with tears. Had she done something wrong? Was he finished with this game? Had he been stringing her along all this time? Then Danny returned with some orange fruit. She cocked her head at it after quickly wiping her eyes. What was he going to do with that? He offered half of it to her. Hesitantly, the dragonling took it. She inspected it so closely, she missed the first part of Danny's dance. When Tura looked up, her jaw dropped. What was he doing? Her face heated along with other parts of her body. One thing could always be said about Danny, he knew how to get her hot and bothered. Tura bit her lip as she watched. Her eyes honed intently on every movement. When he finished, a small mewl of disappointment escaped her parted lips.

Knowing Danny had slept with others hurt but wasn't unexpected. He wasn't Tura's anymore. The man deserved a bit of physical happiness when he wanted it. The dragonling reached out and hooked her fingers in his waistband. Tugging him closer, Tura ran the orange down his neck. A light squeeze sent juice down his skin. Her teeth nibbled a trail following the juice. Only once she caught the last of it did Tura raise her lips to his ear. Her voice was husky. "The only snack I want to nibble on here is you. You'll have to watch me eat you sexily when we have less of an audience." She whispered, color high in her cheeks. Then the dragonling stepped back and released Danny. Her eyes were trained on the floor, trying to master her embarrassment.

Danny's underwear sent a strange thrill through Tura. It spoke of illicit promises made between the sheets. The dragonling carefully tucked it into her belt. Then handcuffs clicked into place on her wrist. A panic started building in her gut. Even with the explanation, Tura couldn't stop the rising tide of anxiety and fear. Suddenly, she was pressed against Danny. His lips touched her ear, followed by his teeth. The tide receded. "Danny, I can't wait that long." She whispered breathlessly. "Please. I need the cuffs off and I need you. Take me to your room now? I promise, I'll make it up to you." The dragonling had already started twisting her hand. The cuff dug into her flesh, already turning it red. She couldn't be shackled for the deed. Not again. Not with him. Tura hoped Danny could remember and understand her panic.
 
Tiisha's POV

The dragonling had to stop herself from biting Akeya when the dragoness snapped her fingers. Tiisha wasn't sure what had her on edge. She attempted to cover her rapid uncoiling of anger by brushing her fingers across Akeya's arm. "I can't wait to see what you have in store for me then, my lady" She purred in response. The dragonling wished for a hearty bit of fun from Akeya. Whether that be hunting or a vigorous horizontal tango, Tiisha cared little.

Akeya's comment regarding a little one flew over Tiisha's head. She shrugged her shoulders, setting the glass aside. "Mortal wine does little for me. I merely wished to sample a taste. If you say it is not good, so be it." Tiisha signaled a passing waiter for a different drink. Perhaps she might try something made of apples. She quite liked apples. A sudden craving for something sweet and salty hit the dragonling. Mmm perhaps she could indulge that craving with Akeya.

Akeya's explanation of underwear had Tiisha snorting. These mortals would do anything to appear decent. Yet they immediately turned such things into indecency. Pathetic. "Mortals would do well to try pheromones instead. The right pheromones can send one into heat without problem. Though, I suppose some of their ideas aren't all bad. Perhaps you'll model underwear for me sometime?" The dragonling threw in a wink to the other dragon. If mortal males were intrigued by female underwear, perhaps it could be a good thing. If worn by the right female that is.

Tiisha felt a strange calm listening to Akeya explain the magic of the whiteboard. Odd how the other dragon was doing a lot of explaining, soothing and such this night. It was almost as if the other dragon thought she was a child or with one. The dragonling moved to flip her hair, to dismiss the other dragon. Then it hit her. Akeya had mentioned a little one earlier. Right when the redhead had moved to take a drink of alcohol. A hand fell to her womb. No. It couldn't be. It had been a one night dalliance, a little fling with a male to blow off steam. Tiisha looked down, focusing her energy. Sure enough a variance in her karma stream existed. A variance that would grow into a being of its own. Her jaw dropped open. She was going to be a mother.

The moment was interrupted by the next game. Tiisha felt trapped both by the shackles and by her new revelation. Then she felt Akeya's breath, heard a small hissing purr. Her eyes glowed softly, unveiling her dragon side. Tiisha indeed had some frustrations to work out. Working them out with a partner appealed more than a rampage of destruction. The dragonling drew her fingers up Akeya's arm once more. "I do indeed have a few frustrations to work out, my dear. Can you keep up with me or will your efforts bring me to completion? I must admit most of my previous partners were rather lacking. I'd love to see if you can place among the best." Tiisha pressed herself against Akeya. Her lips brushed the dragoness' throat. "Spirit me away, my dark beauty." She whispered against Akeya's skin.

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