Emily always had a blast with Angela.  The second barista habitually arrived a few minutes late, a whirlwind of energy.  Short in stature (5’1”) and curvy in the best places possible (34D/24/34), she was a natural siren with long, curly, raven hair, and a sexiness that was almost intimidating.  Angela and Emily provided good entertainment for the regulars, especially on Mondays after Angela performed at Kitty’s Can Can. The burlesque show had been reviewed in the local city's entertainment section and given high marks for quality and ingenuity.   The customers returning often enough to be on a first name basis with the baristas, found Angela’s weekend adventures enjoyable and refreshing.  Emily looked forward to the laughs and secretly envied her friend’s exciting lifestyle.  Compared to Angela, she felt like a mushroom, growing in some forgotten closet.  On an impulse to expand her horizons, she’d registered on Innocent Innuendos but that was before reading the member profiles.<br/><br/>“Angela, I’m not sure this is for me.”  Emily confessed during an ebb of customers.  “My life is way too boring to even compare to most of the members on this site.”  Finishing a transaction, Angela returned the debit card to the customer before turning to the tall blonde.  “Sweetie, it’s the perfect place for you.”  Hand on hip, she smiled.  “Tell me, what’s the percentage of member profiles you’ve read belonging to old, overweight, or even ugly people?”  Contemplating her question, Emily shrugged, “None.”  She knew Angela was making a point and waited to hear the punch line.  Another customer stepped up, wanting a refill, taking the proffered mug, Emily filled it with hot black coffee before returning it.  “What are you getting at?” Emily tried to push the conversation along.  Angela smiled, leaning back on the counter, arms crossed “Look, on line no one knows what you look like, what you really do, or really care.  They’re only posting what they want you to see and requesting you provide what they’re looking for.”  Smiling, eyes twinkling, “Honey, you can be whoever, whatever you want, and you can pursue your heart’s desires, no one will ever know it’s you.”  Emily digested her friend’s words, reflecting on the possibilities.<br/><br/>Getting home that afternoon, she felt she had an idea of what she was looking for.  With a sense of purpose, she changed into comfy home clothes, yoga pants and tank top, before sitting in front of her laptop to quickly refine a  request thread (RT) and hitting ‘<b>enter</b>,’ sending the message off into cyber space.  It was titled 'Looking for a Good Story,' and was simple compared to some:<i>‘Hi, my name is GhostWriter and I'm new to RPing but have been writing for quite awhile. I'm looking to write with someone with similar interests in post-apocalyptic, suspense,  and slice-of-life themes.   Crafting the story together, we can decide how the characters interact and if we want to include romance, or not, or more.</i>After hitting send, Emily felt anxious and wanted to recall her message.  To quell the anxiety, she decided to work on some new design ideas.  Her portfolio for graduate school in fashion design looked almost ready for submitting.  Hoping to get into a school on the East Coast, Emily tried to focus on the portfolio, ignoring what the expense might be for such a large move.