<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><b><u>GM To Alex Fleming</u></b></span><br/>Ariana had no clue what baseball was, so she looked a bit puzzled as she said<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"What's baseball?..."</span>, but her question was short lived as she replied to the 'how do you back to your old life...' bit.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Go back to your old life? Fate has a plan for everyone, and quite often that plan isn't anything like the plan that people had in mind for themselves. I mean, being a witch in the magic realm hasn't been that easy of late. The whole demon incursion with the Ectoplasts totally upended the lives of witches everywhere for several years. And then the whole reconciliation with the Ectoplast was just another twist in a long line of twists that no one say coming. The only thing we can do is to be here and now, to move with the flow and be the best we can be with what's given to us. You are here now, in a brand new world full of possibilities, full of magic. You should feel thrilled to have all the new possibilities in your life. Anyway...."</span><br/><br/>Ariana latex gloved hand gently grabs on to yours as she tugs you along and says<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Come, let me show you around the Academy a bit"</span>. Ariana's latex dress would sing little rubbery squeaks here and there as she walked, her large breasts bouncing delightfully under the tight latex ensemble with each step she took.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="33413" data-username="@bodman54" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33413/">@bodman54</a>