<div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F12J2ZQd.jpg&amp;hash=e260a41ab4839db5c52229393599e884" title="12J2ZQd.jpg">
<img alt="12J2ZQd.jpg" class="bbImage lazyload" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F12J2ZQd.jpg&amp;hash=e260a41ab4839db5c52229393599e884" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/12J2ZQd.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" style="height: 200px" title="" width=""/>
<noscript><img alt="12J2ZQd.jpg" class="bbImage" data-url="https://i.imgur.com/12J2ZQd.jpg" data-zoom-target="1" height="" src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F12J2ZQd.jpg&amp;hash=e260a41ab4839db5c52229393599e884" style="height: 200px" title="" width=""/></noscript>
</div><b>Name:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Age:</b>25<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Pansexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Tokyo Japan<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>July 3rd<br/>JST Japan Standard Time<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa bedrooms<br/><b>Wearing:</b>pictured plus<br/><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FCYmZ50s.jpg&amp;hash=0dc5aa768172598535fe199c6a6a0dfd" href="https://i.imgur.com/CYmZ50s.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Glasses</a><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Tagging:</b><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="35" data-username="Cay" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/35/">Cay</a><a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a><br/>and Open<br/><br/>Arisa was a bit surprised at herself but proud none the less. She had the guts to say that and back it up. Win win for her as she internally cheered.<br/><br/>Her head shook out a bit when he rhetorically asked about the sexy birds going at it. It was when Marcus caught her golden flecked gaze of light brown pools and asked his question. It caught her off guard which was easy to see but it did help that he gave an answer.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“That’s very reasonable. Honestly it’s hard to count dates due to my career. In London I’d say I’m pretty similar with five or 6 dates. Back in Tokyo….” </span>she paused thinking about it. Why lie? She was up front about it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)"> “….a week maybe two. That’s with seeing each other daily. Literally same location and on set or shoot. You really don’t get to meet many new people easily..” </span>confessing with an it can’t be helped shrug.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“We at least got privacy…kind of. As much privacy as trailers allowed which isn’t much at all. They were kind enough not to call what they heard out...” </span>she told Marcus with an embarrassed smile.<br/><br/>That banter ended when Olivia returned. Returned alone as well. Marcus spoke first  and as he looked to her she took a deep breath but listened. What Oliva revealed made her recoil a bit. She knew what that felt like. That was obvious.  Her hand moved up to Marcus’s mid thigh as she rubbed him there which was much more for her comfort and to keep her wits about herself.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“Occupied? With her?” </span>she asked though she heard her and didn’t need her to elaborate.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“Olivia. Darling you stay in that bed. If he’s occupied he can sleep in the pool for all I care. Do not give that bed up.” </span>now she spoke up a bit more. Her other hand not on Marcus’s leg went to her hips.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“He made his choice. Let him stay out there. You stay with us. I’m not above telling him to bugger off if he tries to take <b>your</b> bed. Yes. <i><b>YOURS.”  </b></i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">Arisa emphasized as her British accent only got stronger. </span><b> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">Do you wanna hug love? I obviously can’t put jalapeños, pepper or Tabasco  in his knickers but I can give you a hug, solidarity and kick his arse in the pool later.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">she joked but was trying to make her feel better. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“Stay with us. Is it alright Marcus?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">of course she asked it would be rude not to!<br/>
<br/>
Offering a very warm smile hoping Liv would notice but when the lights went off on the timer she jumped, squeaked and her reflexes made her squeeze her partner’s thigh. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“BLOODY HELL! I thought they’d warn us before doing that!  I thought it was a damn ghost!”</span>laughing lightly as her grip eased and she laid her head against Marcus to still her rapid beating heart.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“It’s really going to be hard to get shut eye with the rabbits going at it in the corner isn’t it?”</span>she asked the group.