<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>Seducing Avicia’s Mind???<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avicia<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>Andrea’s eyes seemed to shine with a glow that brightened and deepened the amber hue of her hazel irises with each word, every gesture, each moment spent, shared and tasted with Avicia.  The woman had a powerful mind, one quite tremulous as it stepped into a realm, one of many she would enter that night and in the future, one full of unknowable things, unguessable pleasures, and that was the point of it after all.  To learn by doing, to trust in herself by trusting in another.  Andrea would lead her upon the first portions of that path, if Avicia desired, enticing her to take those first brave and beautiful steps into the life Andrea knew the woman desired.<br/><br/>She gave Avicia time, patience, she gave of herself her smile and beauty, asking nothing in return, speaking not at all, allowing Avicia to make the first contact, and accepting it as given.  The warmth of Avicia’s flesh upon her own was enthralling, the first sign that her mind, possibly even her soul were being seduced, more truly Avicia’s own seductive side and nature being drawn out, and her body had indeed begun to follow.<br/><br/>“Every life begins with a single day, and night, each time you wake anew, it begins again,” Andrea told her as Avicia’s hand rested atop of Andrea’s.<br/><br/>Then Andrea did the simplest of things, and yet it was so utterly far from simple.  The hand upon which Avicia had lain her own, after several moments of the sweetest intimacy possible, turned over and pressed her palm to Avicia’s palm.<br/><br/>“Every connection begins with a single touch, my Lady.”<br/><br/>Then, when a few more intricately complex moments of pure delight and affection had been shared that way, Andrea’s long and elegant fingers slipped between and interlaced with their counterparts upon Avicia’s lovely hand, entwining the women together in both the most and least innocent of ways, she suspected at least from what her experiences and senses told her, that Avicia had never touched another woman in this fashion, and Andrea was filled with the thrill and newness of it for and with her.<br/><br/>“Every night taking a Bride to be yours begins with a single kiss,” she spoke the words to Avicia, her eyes gazing deeply into the woman’s own and piercing into her soul, even as her hand drew up Avicia’s to meet Andrea’s lips as the willowy blonde leaned forward, pressing the soft pleasure and gentle passion, gentle for the moment for the moment was gentle, to the back of Avicia’s hand.<br/><br/>The kiss upon her hand was warm, silken, languid as her eyes invited Avicia’s eyes to dance with them as the kiss lingered, then lifting her lips from where the faintest of pink colors from Andrea’s lips now marked Avicia’s flesh, warm, truly heated breath rushed and trundled from Andrea’s partly open mouth along and across Avicia’s hand and down around her wrist.<br/><br/>“Avicia,” she spoke as her head rose further and leaned towards the middle line between the women’s bodies, an invisible line in the air, one that had been pierced by hands touching and holding, by a kiss delivered upon Avicia, but behind Andrea’s side of that line, and now she offered to meet her there at that line, not to pierce it, but to make that line, one that had separated Avicia from so many and so much for so incredibly long, to make it disappear and no longer exist.<br/><br/>“I ask to share myself with you on this first night, my Lady, to be your Bride all the night long, to ask more than you know to give, to seek more than you realize you possess, but to take nothing other than that you are moved to share and give.  There can be no price discussed, nor paid this night, it is a brothel and I am who I am, but there are times and things and moments that are priceless, so worthy of passion and desire and so filled with need that truly, it is I who feel, among so many things, a deep and abiding debt to you for taking me as yours this eve…” she paused and for once the blonde tigress so filled with power and majesty as her marks of beauty, she became the tremulous and needful one, the one who was unsure and willing to trust in Avicia that indeed, Andrea was wanted, would be taken as her Bride that night, “...if you will have me.”<br/><br/>Andrea could not help but to add one more thing as her tongue ran itself around the circumference of her pliant and pretty lips, wetting them and tasting them at once,<br/><br/>“You did not choose the melon flavor, but please, taste the sinful pleasure of it upon my lips…” she asked and offered, Andrea having pushed and pierced the invisible line as much as she dared on her own, her mouth and gaze now calling Avicia to take that enormous and frighteningly beautiful step, to meet Andrea’s lips with her own and to connect with a part of herself she had never guessed might exist in her so very beautiful being and thoughts.<br/>