Ruth
"Y-yeah I suppose you did..." 

She nervously looks around, perhaps what she had said was too cheesey. It didn't help that she became all too conscious of the two mini galaxies that held her in their sights. She became exceptionally aware of all aspects, whether it be the sturdy leather jacket that covered her shoulders and put more emphasis on the well fitted white t-shirt she wore underneath that revealed the curves of her breasts or the pale blue jeans so tight the exact shapes of the edges of her thighs were exposed only slightly offset by the ruffles created by tension points of her joins to the glossy ruby red lips that remained slightly parted as each breath became more staggered than the last. The woman could feel her face become hot and pink, but was unsure if it was the alcohol or something else...

"Awe inspiring??" 

The pink of her face became far more deeper. As much as she tried to hide it she seemed quite flattered. This feeling only grew as she felt the other woman's fingers brush against her thigh. She looks down, it *Had* To be an accident, right? And yet she held her breath as imaginings of those very nice fingers crawling all around and insider her body filled her head. She takes a seat, trying to pretend as if she wasn't thinking such things at just the mere touch of a pretty stranger. 

"Ah... Well my client moved the deadline of a commission up.." She takes a long drink from her glass and sighs from frustration. "There's no way I'll be able finish it in time! Besides my heart wasn't really into the piece anyways..." 

In an almost sublte move, She repositions her legs in a way that made it so that her thighs would be closer to the other woman, perhaps hoping deep down she could feel the long graceful fingers brush against them once more. In a less subtle move her sharp eyes seemingly carefully take in the other woman's body, especially her large breasts.

"You know if you want something more than just a drinking b

Uddy you may be able to help me with a special project... And be the star of it..."
Judy
All the features contributing to Taylor's paranoia were *Lavishly* Admired in turn by the woman sitting beside her. Amara's gaze wandered the exquisite landscape of her figure: drinking in each refined ridge and gentle curve, as if mapping out the ideal path her hands would take to touch each and every inch of the human's body. The rosy flush staining her cheeks was the icing on top of an already-sumptuous cake; the succubus would **Thoroughly** Enjoy testing the limits of just how dark of a hue she could paint across Taylor's skin.

Despite the swath of fantasies clouding her mind, Amara was attentive as could be as she mulled over Taylor's response. "*Oh* — you're an artist? My, that makes all the sense in the world." Her nails tapped tinnily against her wine glass, scarlet liquid sloshing askance from each isolated impact. "After all, only the most beautiful creatures tend to have the expertise necessary to create beautiful things." She was laying it on **Quite** Thick, of course. Under any other circumstances, delivered by *Any* Other being, her words would come off as cringe-worthy. But here, now, dripping like the sweetest honey from the demoness' plush lips? They might as well have belonged to an angel's choir.

She was all too aware of Taylor's ogling; not only that, she *Reveled* In it. Amusement flitted across her features as she fielded the other woman's suggestion. "-Little old me? The **Star** Of an art project? Goodness, you flatter me, darling." Despite her bashful ruse, Amara rose from her seat, her fingertips lasciviously trailing up the back of Taylor's calf as she stood up straight. "I suppose I am curious just what kind of *Light* You'd paint me in." The same hand snaked up the back of the shorter woman's thigh, ghosting over the supple curve of her ass, before ultimately curling around her hip. Tossing a subtle wink over her shoulder at the bartender, Amara coaxed her newest conquest out of the bar and towards the elevators.
Ruth
"Y-yeah... I also have an eye for immensely wonderful things... An eye for when something or someond im looking at is the upmost peak of aethetistics and appearances" Perhaps what she had said in response was even more cheesey, but it was hard to pay much mind to it when she found herself so allured. One could tell by a single glance of the gleam of her eyes that she complete entranced by the woman. 

"Ah!" She exclaims in what sounded half like a moan and half like a gasp as she feels the long graceful hard travel up her thigh, around her rear and then over her hip. Warm tingles traveled up her body as the woman touched her. Her simple excitement was replaced by a burning irresistible desire, she found herself wishing she was no longer wraring jeans so that she could feel the hands on her bare skin instead.. She still had to get her proposition out there. "Arists are taught to recognize the very shapes and structures that make up beauty and you are the epitome of that... I was wondering if I could paint you nude" Each word is uttered out in an exaspered way, not a single part of her face is able to escape the pinkness as it becomes more red. 

Before she even knows it she finds herself being led towards the elevators... It seemed as though things weren't going as she expected, but that just added to her excitement and anticipation. The desire to strip and offer herself to this woman to be used in whatever way she pleased crept over her mind, slowly taking it over. "W-we don't have to do the painting if you have other things in mind!" It seemed as though her project was long forgotten, but she was not displeased. She could only think about how long and unbearable the elevator ride and journey to the woman's room would be as she could feel all of the reservations she typically would've had for following a stranger into her bedroom be burnt away by her deep desire and lust.
Judy
Regal brows quirked in Taylor's direction once she finally managed to eke out her request. Amara wasn't *Surprised*, of course — what other sensual project could inspire such lascivity in the artist's eyes? Amusement steeped in the murky pools of her irises, darkening ever further as the human seemed to reach her next realization. "....We'll see where the night takes us, *Hm*?" The succubus whispered into the woman's ear, lips grazing the side of her neck, breath impossibly warm against her skin. Her suggestive vagueness was enough of an answer in and of itself: there perhaps __would__ be some artistry taking place tonight, but not the kind Taylor had in mind.

The clasp of her hand on the smaller woman's hip was gentle yet commandeering, almost a bit *Possessive*. Already Amara seemed to expect that Taylor would bend completely to her will, and she acted accordingly. The journey was quick (though nothing felt quick enough): the elevator shot up to their intended floor, sprawling into a long corridor that the pair ambled down in tandem. **Finally**, the promised land. Amara tapped her keycard to the wall-mounted panel, before cracking the door open and coaxing the other woman inside. 

The *Second* Their privacy was guaranteed, Amara's demeanor changed. Ravenous hands descended onto Taylor's body, firmly gripping the curve of her waist. The succubus pinned her smaller counterpart against the now-closed door, a twinkle that could only be described as devilish sparking to life in her eyes as she leaned in close. Chest pressed to chest, thighs squeezed against thighs, faces hovered mere millimeters apart. Amara ducked her head momentarily to press her plush lips to Taylor's jugular, fangs grazing her skin as she trailed firm, frictional kiss up the woman's throat. Pausing by her ear once more, the demoness squeezed her waist, murmuring heated words for her and her alone: "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk. Is that what you want, pet?"
Ruth
Shivers were sent down her spine, pure and complete shivers. The steamy breath on her necked seemed to stop her own for just a moment. "I-I guess we will..." She puts her head down, as she takes slow yet aroused breaths. Her mind mulls over what the other woman could mean, if the woman was referring to what she was thinking. The mystery... The intruigue... It drove her almost too insane to bare, but ultimately it just added to her pleasure. A small almost intoxicaited smile played across her lips. 

As the clasp on her hips became commandeering her hips became obedient. Her hips followed along with every little movement, every little command, that the hand put out as they remained comfortably nestled close to it. While enjoying the sensation of Amara's hand on her hip her chest pounded hard with excitement and antipation, seemingly getting harder as they got closer to Amara's room. Once they finnaly got there she barely had enough time to observe her surroundings. 

No amount of anticipation could've prepared her for the succubus' body pressing itself hard against hers, completely domineering against any movement of hers. At first she was a bit tense, caught off guard from the way her body was slammed against the door. Eventually she fully melted into it, pressing herself into the larger woman. She was ofcourse, completely overjoyed, her heart was soaring a certain warmth was forming deep down. Amara isn't the only being grabby her own hands reached under the other woman's shirt around the demon's back. Her two hands searched desperately for a clip of some kind, as she wished to feel the demon's heavy breasts fully unload onto hers with their nipples protruding into her. Her search only stops once she feels the demon kissing her neck. 

The back of her head would thud against the door as feels the warm breath and sweetness from the kisses. The hot honey on her throat felt rather nice, she couldn't help, but let out a small

Moan of pleasure and wanting. 

"Y-yes..." She says, barely able to speak. "More than anything..."
Judy
Amara could *Feel* Taylor melt into a puddle in her cupped palms. There was no sensation on the face of the Earth that compared to this bliss: the divine knowledge that the other woman's body and mind were utterly, completely, **Unquestionably** Hers to lay claim to. Taylor would be rewarded handsomely for granting her this most sacred of gifts, the demoness would make sure of it.

Taylor's search was a fruitful one: already straining against its silken cage, it didn't take much more than a tug or two at her bra strap for Amara's bosom to spill free. It was as if the human had willed her fantasies into reality. Full, heaving breasts pressed gracelessly against Taylor's chest, the perfect sensory combination of pillowy flesh accentuated by the hardened nubs of her nipples (which, judging from their shape, seemed to be adorned with piercings). The succubus was much more focused on sealing her lips to the other woman's throat, marking glorious pale skin with a rainbow of hickeys. Frictional kisses were occasionally supplemented with a bit more force, as the demon sunk her teeth in at the junction of Taylor's shoulder, then along the shell of her ear — enough to sting, certainly, but not quite enough to draw blood.

_ _
Hearing the woman eke out her consent, Amara finally lifted her head from her thoroughly ravaged neck, licking her lips in a show of satisfaction. "*Good girl*. That's what I like to hear~" Her gaze, darkened with desire, roamed Taylor's flushed features, taking her sweet time to appreciate the view. After a beat, she lifted a hand from the woman's waist, curling it instead snugly into place around her throat. Fingertips pressed down in unison, applying deliberate pressure to her carotid, enough to *Feel* The restriction of her breath. Amara used her asserted grip to tug Taylor into a kiss, softly nipping at her lower lip. As the two women traded kisses, gradually ramping up in both passion and sloppiness, the demoness began nudging the smaller woman further into the room, towards the bed. Though no words were exchanged, the domineering nature of the kiss made it clear: if Taylor dared break away prematurely, there would no doubt be consequences.