<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> Fleur<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Main House &gt; Upstairs Hallway<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Ah, so the tigress has been training her cub, has she? He moves quick, establishing a hold about her waist, ogling her, fondling her openly, attempting to send little submissive pulses through Fleur’s naughty mind.<br/>
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<i>Rrrrr.</i><br/>
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Well, it worked. Her eyes run over his form one more time. “Of course. Right this way …” Fleur pauses for effect, “… sir.”<br/>
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Like a graceful gazelle, she leads the cub to the stairs, making sure to pass by the other couples – though it seems her tiger-cub’s wife has already got her hooks into the newbie guy. Halfway up the stairs, she stops and turns, holding up a slender hand for a second. “In this wing we have the recording studio, a guest bedroom and a … playroom. I will answer one yes or no question, and then we will have to pick left, right or straight.”</span>