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</div>Name: Hayley Carter<br/>Age: 24<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<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"/>Hayley barely registered the comment made by yet another new face in the villa. All she could do was roll her eyes and shake her head, then lift a hand to Sterling’s cheek to coax him to keep facing her when he tried making a remark back at the guy. “It’s not worth saying anything to guys like that.”<br/><br/>Back to the topic of alcohol and body shots, she followed him into the kitchen and watched him pull out all the necessary items for them to partake in the activity. Two shots though? Well, why not have a bit of fun while she can. Hayley smirked and took the bottle of tequila, filling up an empty shot glass. “I think…I may want to start off a bit slow. The shot in the glass,” she tipped her head towards the now filled vessel. “The lime in the teeth?” She asked, offering him a slice to put in his mouth for her. “And the salt….” Her eyes then raked over his form and the blush from before deepened again. She imagined licking anywhere from just above the pants to his abdomen, his chest, or play it safe with his neck or shoulder. She couldn’t choose.<br/><br/>Eventually, the woman threw caution to the wind and put her fate into Sterling’s hands, by putting the salt shaker in his palm. “How about you tell me where to lick the salt from.” She couldn’t lie to herself, this was just as much a test for him as it was for herself. How far would he try to push her, versus how far was she willing to go. Part of her would like to think she’d go anywhere on this man’s Adonis-like body, and her eyes couldn’t help themselves to drink in this form before finding their way back to his own sweetly deep gaze.