Location: Metropolitan Library<br/>Tag: Library Guests<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Jasmine made her way quietly into her favorite place, the library. The huge echoing hall was filled with the now underappreciated tomes of knowledge, adventure's, fantastic worlds and so much more. The scent of books always made her smile and relax. Her shoulders slowly relaxed so they were no longer tucked almost under her ears and the slight crease between her delicate eyebrows flattened out. Taking a deep soundless breath, she looked up and down the rows of shelves, taking pleasure in the beauty of these treasures while looking for the best place to tuck herself away to study for the next few hours.<br/><br/>Like so many others, her work was done electronically, no longer dragging armfuls of books down from their resting place to laboriously look through chapter after chapter, book after book. She was sentimental about the library and it’s hardbacked tenants, but she wasn’t foolish. What took hours researching with the help of books, took minutes on the computer. She did feel at ease in these halls though, years of people studying within these walls, striving to improve their insight and wisdom, seemed to have seeped into every surface.<br/><br/>Several other people were spread out, occupying the many tables and desks. There were several rows of computers for public use, but Jasmine had her own laptop with her that already contained her months of work so far. All she really needed was an outlet to keep it alive and humming while she did her thing. Her hand reached up and held the strap of her backpack tight when she did that little jump and shrug people did, to keep it from slipping off her shoulder.<br/><br/>At 5’3, she was sometimes mistaken from behind. Her slight build and awkward movements were easily mistaken for someone younger...until she turned and they saw her perky b cup breasts and tiny waist. If they were interested enough to look closer, her features were soft and sensual. Puffy lips that appeared swollen from kisses and dark warm eyes hidden behind glasses were clear evidence of her maturity. Her hair was always loose, the long luscious locks flowing halfway down her back and bouncing around her face. Jasmin was a contrast of innocence and haunting sensuality that caught people's attention no matter what steps she took to hide herself from notice.<br/><br/>Jaz made her way to her regular table in the far corner. She loved this desk because it kept her out of sight from practically every angle. You had to know where this set of desks was or you would never notice it. She had stumbled upon it about a month ago while hunting for an outlet, when all of the ones closer had been claimed where she had been sitting.<br/><br/>As she began to unpack her equipment, computer - phone - notebook, because she had a habit of writing down lists at every opportunity - and finally her charger and her bright pink pen. She tried to hide it most of the time but Jasmine was the biggest girly girl. Loving everything pink and frilly. She rarely indulged her ultra feminine side but once in awhile it slipped through her tightly guarded shield to show itself to anyone observant enough to notice.<br/><br/>She was researching spiritual and traditional rituals from around the world as part of her studies. She loved the mysterious and wondrous stories from around the world. Her favorites were from the most remote areas. Cultures with little to no contact with people outside their villages had a rich and intriguing world they cultivated to teach their young people and carry on the lifestyles of their ancestors. Some were scary, some happy and joyful...and others were downright erotic. Focusing in on her research, the hours started to melt away with Jasmine unaware of the world around her.