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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:01:29 GMT -5
She smiled, "I tell every man I have that he is a prince," she replied.
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:02:38 GMT -5
Daeron grinned and followed until the reached the room.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:03:50 GMT -5
"How well do you know Lord Delinal?" The girl asks, as she lays down on the bed.
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:04:55 GMT -5
"I only met him today." Daeron replies, unbuttoning his tunic. "How well do you know him?" He asked with a smile.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:07:13 GMT -5
"Oh very very well. Do you want to know his secret?" She smiled.
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:08:36 GMT -5
"If it is that he likes exotic women then I share it." Daeron replied, stepping forward to kiss the girl.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:13:03 GMT -5
She sucked his tongue for a moment,
"No, it is not that. He likes to be whipped," she giggled.
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:16:03 GMT -5
Daeron smiled. "Ah, a fetish or two are not too bad. As long as he does not choke his pretties." He slid a hand under her dress and cupped a breast.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:19:12 GMT -5
She smiled, "Some times he spanks us, but he does not leave a mark. He says it is silly to mishandle something you paid so much for."
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:22:33 GMT -5
"Wiser words I have never heard." Daeron replied, pulling off his tunic and seating himself on the bed. "Do you dance, Alyra?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:29:53 GMT -5
"I know many dances my Prince," she replies with a smile.
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:32:35 GMT -5
He grins. "Show me something exotic... something, arousing." He said, kissing the girl again.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 14:37:07 GMT -5
She stood, and began to dance an intricate seduction dance, taught by the priestess of Lys.
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Post by Flex on Dec 2, 2009 14:38:48 GMT -5
Daeron smiled, taking the girls hand after a while and slowly pulling her on to the bed. Then he did her.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 16:01:27 GMT -5
Lysaer stood in an alley that had a clear-view of the Manse. He was dressed in the sophisticated gown made of maroon velvet. It's shapeless skirt and long and trailing sleeves are ornamented with a gold thread. He had had a whore do a subtle make up around his eyes and braid his hair into a bun.
He turned and looked at his friends from the bard's square, which at the moment whispered amongst themselves and tried their best not to fall to the ground for laughing. He sighed deeply and looked at them.
"You remember the plan right, you act as my guards as we walk up to the gate, after that you can wait outside or come in, depending on what the guards say. Don't speak at all, just look intimidating."
His friends laughed, but nodded.
He put up the veil for his lower part of face, before he motioned for his friend to close around him, and began to move towards the Manse.
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