Tonight was the last straw for the petite blonde. It really was.
She had taken leave of work early, dressed herself up in her 35,000 jewel Harberry blouse and applied the makeup that she had first met with him on that day two years ago. At work she was subject to the the creepy gaze of his boss yet again. All of this, she did for the hope that tonight was going to save their dead bedroom.
Rachel was young, with light cream skin and emerald green eyes. At 26, she felt like she was wasting her time with someone that didn't really commit as much to the relationship as she did. Every day, she received numerous requests for her number, and endless slew of creeps, sure... but also the occasionally drop dead amazing guy. And she had forsaken it all because of him. Tonight really was the last straw. She just needed to feel like she was wanted once again, was that too hard to ask?
Ten minutes later, she knew her answer. Ditched once again, her deadbeat boyfriend most likely having forgot that there was going to be a date night today, instead probably having gone home already and waiting for dinner to arrive. She just couldn't
wait for that eventual call from him asking her where exactly she was. She wished she could muster the energy to be angry, but at this point, she was just tired.
At least... until she saw a glint in the corner of her eye. With gleaming ruby reds, a pair of them. Both dark of hair, both eastern in appearance. The girl was what caught her eye first, with her burgundy shirt and her skirt just out of view of the public, and then the boy... with polite features but aggressive eyes. Her eyes flitted back to the bar, briefly out of nervousness, but eventually stared back, meeting the girl's.
She was gorgeous.A small smile, just enough to say hello.
Soon enough, she was getting approached. The man was pretty enough, that was certain... tonight she decided she wouldn't do that usual, which was to engage in polite conversation and expertly shirk him away with a maintained excuse. Tonight she really
needed some attention. A pulse quickened in her chest. What had she gotten into?
"I'm Rachel." She introduced. As she seated herself down, entrance by those ruby eyes. Lilith, she was called... so adequately named, she thought to herself. That perfect face, those amazing proportions... in comparison her bust was smaller, her frame tinier... "So were you waiting for someone? I hope we didn't interrupt anything important."
"Yeah but... well," Rachel grimaced, "He's... well..."
Toppa quickly offered her the fruit cocktail that Lilith had wisely provided. "Here, best not to dwell on bad memories mm?" He replied. Toppa quickly glanced towards Lilith, Probably an ex.
He psychically projected towards her, only he was no psychic, so it was transmitted in the manner of a mild wince. "Well Rachel," He began, "have you ever been in a submissive role before?"
Rachel paused, finishing her drink first. Her expression was one where she no longer cared if the words were too direct. She was horny and drunk and in need of guidance and mindless obedience and validation. "Yeah... just a bit, with an ex." She spoke, meekly, squeezing her knee anxiously.
That was all Toppa really needed. Truth be told, he had barely been able to contain himself, tonight's antics might have been a little complicated, but ultimately, things were back on track. "Alright then," He said, downing the rest of his drink. With Lilith having already finished her Amaretto Sour, there was only one thing he wanted to do. "To the bedroom."
[OOC: Dezz if you could do the post where they transition to the bedroom that'd be great.]
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