<div class="floatleft">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/a985/f/2010/271/6/7/alice_in_wonderland_2011_by_j_scott_campbell-d2yr8eu.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alice<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Liss, Mad Alice, Maddy<br/><strong>Location</strong>main room<br/><strong>Time</strong>day 3 earlier evening<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>whipped cream bikini<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Ottava<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Amidst her crazy spasms, and with the lubrication of the whipped cream (and...other sources) Alice slip'n'slid from her inverted perch upon Ottava, and practically melted her way down to the floor; however she kept her mouth plastered to that heavenly golden cunt as she did so, and her hands on the woman's hips - rather, it was the lower part of her body that flipped around, her legs like the hands of a clock, and her own freshly-climaxed pussy peeling away from Ottava's face with a gooey wet sound - until she was kneeling in front of Ottava, right-side up.<br/><br/>Her white rabbit bounded in, mumbling, "I'm late I'm late sorry Mistress Alice was parking the rickshaw..."<br/><br/>Alice flipped the rabbit the bird, considering this an annoying interruption of an otherwise scrumptuous moment, her blonde head bobbing in Ottava's lap as it was. Then Alice got an idea, a rather mild case of Sun Tzu's<em>In crisis, opportunity</em>wisdom, and she mumbled wetly against Ottava's sex "Rabbit!" while making an impatient finger-snapping-and-come-hither-waving 'gimme' gesture to the rabbit.<br/><br/>"Yes, I'm a rabbit," the white rabbit looked confused for a moment. Then he perked up and reached down to his own pants as if to undo them, "Oh, you mean me!"<br/><br/>Alice flipped him off again and mumbled, "The<em>Rabbit</em>, silly rabbit!"<br/><br/>"Oh of course!" the white rabbit looked a tad crestfallen - and out of his pocket, he drew a purse which was much better than the pocket it had been in. Alice's purse, white leather and crusted all around it seams with little sapphires and diamonds. The rabbit reached into the purse - sticking his hand further in than the purse was logically big enough to've accommodated, for like the pocket that it held it in turn, it was bigger on the inside than the outside.<br/><br/>Out of the purse he drew, and held triumphantly overhead like Conan the Barbarian with his sword (a regular at the Brothel and one of Alice's favorite male customers, yum yum!) - a giant purple dildo that got its 'rabbit' name from the clit-tickling prong alongside the main shaft.<br/><br/>He tossed it to Alice, who snapped it out of the air - and commenced a battering-ram like pumping assault of Ottava's sweet feminine nethers, with her own lips and tongue still swirling and gluing themselves around the thrusting purple plastic.<br/><br/>"Speaking of wonderful toys," the rabbit reached into the purse, drew out a steampunk-looking camera contraption on a tripod, and asked Ottava and Alice, "Feel like starring in some material for our next movie night?"