Name: Sam Caldwell<br/>Location: Sam's Room<br/>Approximate Time: 7:57 am<br/>Tagging/Mentioned: Deke (<a class="username" data-user-id="35804" data-username="@greybishop" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/35804/">@greybishop</a>)<br/>Wearing: Leather Lingerie Outfit<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>She squeezed the pillow on her lap, as Deke sat down, feeling the bed bow in his direction from his weight. She was slightly taken aback by the way he spoke to her, like she were his friend or something. It was odd to hear a total stranger, no.. a robber and gangster speak to her in a patient and empathetic voice. And hear she had believed he was a sociopath. The way he gave concerted effort to her, the firm and yet affectionate tone he took. It was the way Sam had<i>Wished</i>her father had spoke to her, instead of ignoring her completely. The thought made her slightly uncomfortable...<br/><br/>She nodded, her posture relaxing more. "Yeah... I know life isn't fair." She turned towards him, surprised at his candid way of speaking about his life, like they were two people sitting together at a park or on a train. He was right about her family, though apart of her knew they loved her... she was still the ghost in the background. A veteran... he likely knew how to fight, explaining the combat knife he had tucked away. It made her stomach drop knowing that this man could have killed people before, trained to kill. She twisted her mouth around, despite being a criminal, and a perv... he had<i>something </i>he believed in. Her eyes followed his fingers press up against his colors, clearly this club was important to him, the same as family. She frowned some at the possible promise of a invitation, not sure what to think about what that might mean for her. At least that meant he intended she would live through this day. She bashfully looked at his eyes again, nodding to him slowly, a small smile spreading on her face. His words and tone were oddly comforting, and the way he spoke of her<i>joining </i>felt like she should be honored to be considered, should she feel honored? Maybe he would protect her? From the partners he mentioned... from things going too bad... maybe..<br/><br/>"I-I won't start whining.. I Won't fuck up I swear. Just promise me I'll have a chance... Ok?" She looked up at him as he stood, and took his hand. She didn't at all like the idea of being cuffed...especially while wearing this outfit. But she could sense the firmness... She didn't want to blow what chance she had. She had to stay smart like he said, she was doing good so far after all. "Alright.." She let go of the pillow and stood up with his help. She turned around, her bare perky ass pointed towards Deke. She squeezed her thighs, feeling shy and awkward..moving her hands away from her naked breasts, only the thin leather straps tide around her, the sides of her pink nipples poking out from behind them. She placed her arms around her back and waited for Deke. A shudder of fear rose in her gut, but she ignored it.. not wanting to lose faith with the stranger, not wanting to provoke anything. She'd take the risk... "I'm ready."