<b>Title: </b>A Pregnant Idea<br/><b>The Players: </b><a class="username" data-user-id="815" data-username="@Wendium" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/815/">@Wendium</a>&<a class="username" data-user-id="2070" data-username="@Bekki" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2070/">@Bekki</a><br/><b>The Hook: </b>A career woman too busy for relationships or family dreams of being pregnant without the fuss on either end.<br/><br/>In the not too distant future, in a city where fantasies come true...<br/><br/>Aurora was one of the Ministry of Fantasy's first recruits and one of the more uniquely qualified. She'd acted in hundreds of performances, all of them had one thing in common: the man, or woman, wanted a body beyond that which reality could provide.<br/><br/>This wasn't your normal wish, however. This was one was a repeat player. Someone whom she granted a wish for 13 years ago and enjoyed immensely. With the wish came an offer for the then-25 year old landscape architecture graduate to work for the city. She'd turned them down. But the two of them remain on-and-off pen pals ever since.<br/><br/>Now, 13 years later, Bekki Jameson's designs had become legendary and her reputation such that those on the Pacifica Ministry of Civil Plans wanted her enough to try again.<br/><br/>And Aurora was only too happy to do so.<br/><br/>The stage was set, a tropical bungalow away from prying eyes, with only the crystalline blue waters of the south Pacific ocean, the sane, a few palm trees and a breeze to go with the expansive luxury setting.<br/><br/>Aurora was by the beauty standards of the city, unremarkable. 5'4" tall with a slender, almost-athletic frame. Her porcelain complexion offset straight raven-black hair, the two conspiring to make her iridescent violet eyes pop. Compared to the tall, stunning godlike figures inhabiting the city, she could easily disappear in a crowd.<br/><br/>She stood outside the bungalow, dressed in a tropical sundress of blues and whites as she waited for her charge to arrive.<br/><br/>Bekki had been instructed to travel light and arrived by plane earlier that day. Now she was being escorted to her and was, by now, mere feet from her doorstep. As the tall blonde came into view, she smiled. Not the practiced, pleasantly-friendly smile she gave everyone in her line of work, but the warm, genuine smile of an old friend.