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</div><b>Name:</b>Dom Nikolaev<br/><b>Age:</b>21<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heteroflexible<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Moscow but currently Baymont, California<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Monday 5th July 2021 (Evening)<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>ratty old yellow tshift with "NYET" on the front, matching cotton shorts<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Hans<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Claire (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>)<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>There was only one blanket on the bed, Claire was under it with her. Dom rolled over to look at Claire in the dark. She wasn't sure if the girl could see her well or not but Dom had a big smile on her face. The delicious sound of Claire's whisper may have held the promise of something more and it was a thing that Dom wanted to explore.<br/><br/>"Fuck that stupid man he sleeps in dog house tonight," Dom said as she studied the shadows and listened to the sound of Claire's breathing. The Russian accent from Dom was coarse, a little aggressive. "You stay right where you are. Better yet, you should come a little closer and tell me about your evening.. or not. I leave this up to you. But I lied earlier, I want to touch you. Tell me this is something you would like."  It wasn't a question.