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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - cabana by the pool<br/>Wearing: [see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="133" data-username="Clint Johnson" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/133/">Clint Johnson</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Hayley just smiled and shrugged at Sterling’s apology. It was appreciated, but she still felt a twinge of guilt for her reaction. It’s not that she didn’t enjoy it, the attention was rather nice, and his voice so deep and so close to her ear was…intoxicating.<br/><br/>But then she reminded herself she wasn’t going to just jump into bed with the first guy on the first night. Not only the fact that they were on television, but that was just setting things up for disaster, especially if it turned out they weren’t a match. When would be the first game, date and truth booth she could only wonder. Either way, none of it was beginning to matter. She was smitten and things were going to be difficult either way if it turned out they didn’t match. Maybe they should join the rest of the group and mingle, instead of forming too close of an attachment too quickly.<br/><br/>With her mind being pulled in so many different directions, constantly going back and forth about her feelings on the matter, she just barely managed to blink back into the present to process Sterling’s words. “<i>I do know that I am way more of a dominate lover behind closed doors. And I do know I would love to explore a lot more, perhaps we can test the waters together.” </i>She knew what he meant, but her eyes still drifted over to the water of the hot tub and her mind went places again.<br/><br/>Hayley couldn’t help but giggle and smirk a bit, nodding her head subtly. “I…think that might be fun. But maybe we should get to know each other a bit first before we go jumping into those waters. Although, I’m not wholly against dipping our toes in a bit first.” She suggested, lifting a foot and wiggling her toes as she spoke, letting out a soft giggle again.<br/><br/>Sure enough though, getting to know each other was certainly on the agenda. “Hmm, my favorite production would have to be…A Chorus Line. It was a small production in a local theater. I played Val Clarke. It’s not the most exciting production overall, but it was the first time I got to play a role that was so far and away from my actual personality, it was fun. First time I felt…I don’t know, sexy, I guess?” She laughed and shrugged her shoulders a bit, hands on her lap, with a coy smile as she looked away again.<br/><br/>“But you own a gym. I think that’s amazing. What would you say is the most rewarding part of your job?” Hayley asked with her eyes back on Sterling, wanting to keep the conversation in this happy place where it started.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/15431161-42c1-4efc-ac91-78544308f7c7-png.91498/" title="15431161-42C1-4EFC-AC91-78544308F7C7.png">
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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>Age: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<br/>Wearing:[see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Yami didn’t hold back his chuckle. The small and meek girl who claimed to not drink, now standing toe to toe with him with a look of defiance. He hoped she kept that attitude in everything she did. A little roughness always made things so much more fun. “Good. I like a girl who likes a challenge.” The next moment, he turned away from her yet again, but this time to put his empty glass in the sink and grab a bottle of tequila, as well as a shot glass if needed.<br/><br/>Coming back, he placed the bottle and the shot glass down on the counter, a few feet away from where Antonio was laying and enjoying his own body shot with Myra. “I don’t see anything wrong with here. I’m flexible.” He winked as he proceeded to slip off his jacket. Just as his hands grabbed the hem of his white shirt, lifting it up just enough to show the beginnings of a six pack, which led into the V that teased below his black leather pants, he stopped. Giving her a once over, he asked, letting his hands lower the shirt again, “Or would you perhaps have preferred I take the shot off of you first?” He quirked an eyebrow, keeping his eyes directly on hers.