<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Charmed by Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>As they stood in the center of the Ruby Room, one that Andrea loved to visit and especially hoped that Avicia would subconsciously associate with the blazingly red dress Andrea wore, she did a very unusual thing.  Andrea reached down, one at a time, undid the strap on each shoe and kicked her otherwise ever-present heels off to the side, her toes enjoying the deep plushness of the carpet, and then knelt before Avicia, reaching beneath her gown to touch her foot and ankle,<br/><br/>“May I, Milady, to allow us to both be more comfortable, and natural.  I like how natural I feel, how much so that you make me feel, Avicia, as if being your Bride was very much meant to be,” she commented, hazel eyes looking up to Avicia, filled with a clam mix of strength, passion and more than anything, adoration of the woman she knelt before.  When allowed, she unlaced and unstrapped Avicia’s feet from the shoes that ensconced them, allowing her to step more deeply into the plushness and softness of the carpet, even as she rose to offer her hand to her Lady once more.  Even without her heels, Andrea was a statuesque and curvaceously willowy beauty, yet taking the heels away stripped out a layer of something, a bit of the look of a Courtesan, a bit of the look of a woman who intimidated as many as she enticed, it simply softened her loveliness, something that Avicia seemed to do so naturally to her.<br/><br/>When they reached the couch, and Avicia kissed each of her hands, Andrea blushed.  It was not the furious deep red flush that would color far more than her cheeks when induced in the throes of passion, rather it was the rosily sweet blush that meant what it appeared to mean,<br/><br/>“My Lady, you treat your Bride so elegantly.  I blush at the simplest touch of your beauty to my flesh, know that this is a rare thing, just as you are such a rare and enchanting beauty,” Andrea told her, not breathily and sexily as her voice would no doubt become in time, but a bit girlishly, which was a stark and surprising thing to hear from a woman as imposingly stunning as Andrea.<br/><br/>She allowed Avicia to take her seat first, then turned and faced the sofa and Avicia as she half sat, half reposed at an angle complimentary to and across Avicia’s angled lap, her lithe waist fitting perfectly in Avicia’s encompassing and very sensuously welcome embrace, her own legs curled into the sofa, though that did have the effect of lifting her crimson dress several more inches above her knees to expose more of the tops of her thighs to Avicia’s eyes.  One hand pressed to the sofa just aside Avicia, her wrist pressing warmly against Avicia’s ankles, as her other hand, her long and gracefully deft fingers, so naturally moved to caress and draw lines upon the natural lines of Avicia’s cheekbones, jaw and even down the side of her neck to her shoulder, almost, well, truly, drinking in the golden-haired blonde’s soft and sumptuously classic beauty with the touch of her fingertips.<br/><br/>“Who I am?” Andrea replied, “Many Courtesans would give you the common answer of being whomever and whatever you desire me to be, but I am more than common, I am this Night’s Bride of a woman so utterly uncommon that I could never insult the beauty of your rich and deeply desirable intellect such a vacuous response.  I am Andrea Follette, daughter of Travius Follette, a warrior, and indeed, a political assassin born of Royal bearing in House Follette, upon my home world.  When I need to be, to protect myself, my friends, or you who are my Lady, I can be a fierce and fearsome fighter like he was, though not nearly as skilled.  I am also the daughter of Lady Irina, a former Courtesan and now a lady of the Court in House Follette, and like her, I am more truly a lover, both of the pleasures of the body, like your kisses, your touch, my touch upon you, Avicia, and of the mind, as now, when our eyes meet and look into each other’s souls, our words are exchanged and tickle our ears and our imaginations, our ideas make love, one to the other,  and I revel in that as I revel in being your Bride.  I bear my Mother’s beauty, my Father’s height and both of their strengths, each of a different kind.  My people interlace our bodies with what some call cybernetics, science meeting nature, enhancing and lengthening our lives in ways that we each choose.  I choose to be a Courtesan, and love very much being a Bride…at the moment, I am utterly enraptured in being your Bride and by you, in sharing our thoughts and touches and smiles and blushes.  My Lady, the smiles and blushes you cause so very easily, so rare, like you.”<br/><br/>With that, Andrea leaned closer, breath catching in her chest unexpectedly as she was greased even more fully with the bounteous curves of her Lady as she pressed a sweet, but for the moment, languidly chaste, lips only to lips, kiss to Avicia.  Blushing still as she allowed the gently delectable kiss to break and their bodies to part just a bit, Andrea asked her own question, two actually,<br/><br/>“If I return your question, will you tell me of your past?” she asked, as Courtesans had to be careful to respect  the privacy of others, though many wished to share their confidences with their Bride as well, in fact, some did nothing more than that in an entire night, “And if you do or don’t, I ask that you tell me who you are in this moment, Avicia, how you feel in this moment, what you desire from your Bride and your night with her…I am yours, not because I have to be, but like the circuits and very flesh that comprises my entire body and being, because I choose and desire to be.”<br/>