<span style="font-weight: bold">Narrator for Jules</span><br/><br/>Ms Belweather's house is a substantial McMansion, in an 'exclusive' development backing onto the lakeshore. It's impressive... but almost the windows are dark. An imported sportscar sits in the driveway, but again, its careless parking gives it the air of a status symbol Samantha just doesn't care that much about...<br/><br/>...but those things are swiftly forgotten as she steps from the doorway. Her hair's up, leaving her neck frame for a fine view of her throat, yet you note she's wearing a choker of pearls that'll prevent her swallowing anything larger than<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>bite-sized. The heels are<span style="font-style: italic">slightly</span>higher than those she wears to work, but then, there's was only a little higher for them to be. You've seen more of her legs at the office, but the dress is tighter and shinier and somehow sexier despite that - and she's not wearing hose, which somehow makes her seem more accessible. Insofar as a multimillionare vorish sex-goddess twice your age and who's also your boss<span style="font-style: italic">can</span>be accessible, anyway. Unlike every other time you've seen her, this time she's dressed<span style="font-style: italic">for you</span>. In, you notice, a dress slit to the navel and bound together with cordage, a vorish style designed to spread to accommodate a swollen, struggling belly... she practically skips down the steps, then struts towards your car, hips swaying like a snake studying its prey...<br/><br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://31.media.tumblr.com/0460e60ae33b8db10eeb9eac59bd656e/tumblr_mptzzdOcfX1rdqh3uo1_1280.jpg">http://31.media.tumblr.com/0460e60ae33b ... 1_1280.jpg</a>m<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Sexy walk attack</span>m<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/145943">http://orokos.com/roll/145943</a>m, 4 and a 5, success level three, which smashes Jules's sexual defences and erases his sexual HP...<br/><br/>She has to rap on the window of the car, before you stop<span style="font-style: italic">gawping</span>and open it for her. She reaches in, and closes your mouth with a fingertip. "This isn't the office," she says, "you won't get in trouble for looking, but you<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>expected to complement a lady when she's gone to such efforts on your behalf," she pauses, but, for a moment, nothing happens, save for her high-heeled sandalled foot tapping on the gravel of her driveway. "Open doors for her and such," she prompts.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha is lightly irritated with Jules... she gains one temporary mental HP against him in social confrontations</span><br/><br/>{Xarces, sorry, still thinking of an idea for yours, will post tomorrow}