<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia --<strong>Lux Main Floor</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Perhaps he was going a little too far in remaining cryptic and vague. He could see that the mystery was beginning to frustrate rather than intrigue her, and that was certainly not his intention; he had no problem revealing who he was to people - it wasn't like they could actually inconvenience him in any way other than mild irritation - but doing it on the first meeting felt...grandiose and boastful. He should be judged on his own merits, his own wit and charm, rather than the weight of his name and - funnily enough - if he led with his full name and list of titles, people tended not to trust him anymore. He had never once told a lie in all of his billions of years of history, he had never pushed anybody to do anything that they wouldn't do without his influence, he had never even so much as gone out of his way to give an innocent individual a<em>papercut,</em>and yet...well, most species who had any concept of heaven and hell always assumed that he was the bad guy. That he was out to hurt them or manipulate them in some way, and whilst...ok, yes, he did do a fair amount of manipulation, it was never malicious! He just ended up being bored, and wanted to find some entertainment. Nobody ever got hurt, did they? Ok, so, yes...sometimes, they did. But that was never his intention!<br/><br/>Really, could he be blamed for the inherently chaotic nature of the cosmos? He was responsible for a lot of things, of course, but the laws of causality and the inevitable entropy of the universe was not one of them. Blame his<em>father</em>for that. Free Will did end up throwing a monkey wrench in a lot of different works, one of them often being his perfectly innocent plans for entertainment. But with Koriand'r here, well, she didn't seem all that judgemental. She seemed to put great stock into self determination and she hadn't immediately recognised the name, so she hadn't yet heard the bad press about him. So perhaps she'd be more sympathetic than most others he met? He could only hope. A woman as intriguingly literal and innocent of human matters - and, of course, ravishingly gorgeous - did not just fall out of the sky every day, and he would be damned (ha) if he wasn't about to take advantage of the distraction. The problem was, frankly, that it was just a long story. Fifteen or twenty billion years was a long time to cover, and if she didn't have any concept of what angels and demons were, then he'd have to explain<em>that,</em>and the workings of Hell and the afterlife...really, it was just one big headache that he wasn't willing to get into on their first meeting.<br/><br/>It was pretty heavy stuff, after all, to go from flirtation to an existential discussion about the very fabric of the universe. He gave a little shrug, and even offered an apologetic smile.<strong>"You aren't frustrating in the slightest, my dear,"</strong>he said genuinely. In fact, she was a breath of fresh air; so refreshingly direct and to the point, unlike so many of the scared, frightened little taboo-obsessed humans that ran around him on a daily basis. He glanced at the waitress and noticed her flush at Koriand'r's obvious attention. Maybe he'd have to go over some basic human-expected civility rules with her at some point, but...not just yet. It would be fun to watch the humans get flustered at her direct nature, he reckoned, and if things got out of hand...well, that was his speciality, was it not? Causing and getting out of trouble? He smiled at the thought before continuing.<strong>"It's simply a very long, complicated and personal story. I assure you, I will tell you all about it one day, but it is not the sort of thing I feel like discussing upon ones first meeting, I'm sure you appreciate. After all, I could easily ask what a Princess of a far off - and far more fun-sounding - planet is doing on <em>Earth</em> of all places. I imagine that is almost as complicated in its own right, no?"</strong><br/><br/>He wasn't certain, but...royalty didn't go to a far off backwater planet for no reason. Was she looking for something, or someone? Was she running? So many questions. She was as much of an enigma to him as he was to her, and he had to admit...he kinda got off on that thrill. He'd love to get off on other things about her, too, but that could wait. Though from her own returns of his gaze, and the way her eyes danced with mirth and excitement at his suggestion of a cultural exchange - was that what the kids were calling it these days - he imagined that it wouldn't take very long for them to be progressing to that point. A beautiful alien princess from a culture of open sexual freedom? Father, could this day get any better? He allowed himself a small laugh.<strong>"Who cares about a good impression, really?"</strong>He laughed, giving her a sly smirk.<strong>"I'd rather have a <em>fun</em> one. Or an honest one. Or both."</strong>Had she said fortieth birthday? And she spoke of it like some humans would speak of their 21st! So, Tamaraneans were rather long lived, he assumed, given that she didn't look a day over 23 by human reckoning. He wondered just how old she actually was? Not that he could throw stones in that department; he looked to a human like he was in his thirties (This time; he could assume whatever humanoid form he wanted, really) and yet...sixteen or seventeen billion years and counting! Really, age was just a number that lost all meaning after a certain point. He shrugged a little. No, he had a more important matter to consider as his eyes traced over her form again, humming in the back of his throat. She was apparently not appreciating his continued use of her title as a nickname? Did they not have nicknames on Tamaran? No, that wasn't it...they probably did, but humans had a habit of turning otherwise innocent words into rather naughty little comments. It was one of the things he loved about their languages, honestly, and he imagined that Kori here would appreciate it too.<br/><br/>He inclined his head.<strong>"Ah, of course. My apologies, Princess. I should have explained. On Earth, friends often give each other affectionate nicknames. One of such names - generally used in a more intimate and flirtatious setting by an older man to a younger woman - is 'Princess.'"</strong>He spread his arms.<strong>"Human naming conventions are odd, but I thought it an amusing jest. You are a princess, certainly, but it can also be used as an affectionate nickname for a close friend. I must say, I do like the idea of you being <em>my</em> Princess."</strong>He winked slyly. Well. Not a friend, really...more of a<em>lover,</em>but he was working on that. Maybe he'd show her the darker side of the internet at some point and figure out what it was that she liked. He could think of a few things he'd love to hear her call him, but...one thing at a time. He watched as she stood up and sauntered around the table towards him (after eating a strawberry in a way that was perhaps the only thing that might come close to giving him a heart attack!) and he allowed his eyes to rove over her body brazenly once more.<br/><br/>He tilted his head to one side, affecting an air of objective consideration...though the glint in his eye told her that it was anything but.<strong>"Well, Princess..."</strong>he mused, as if thinking hard.<strong>"There are four major parts that an Earthling female might want to show off."</strong>He lifted his hands to the edge of her spacesuit as if to demonstrate, his fingers alighting on the exposed flesh of the side of her thighs. His fingers were still hot to the touch, the pads grazing against her flesh.<strong>"They are parts of the body that human males in particular rather enjoy looking at. Their legs are a popular subject, for one, with good legs being shown off with short dresses and shorts. Yours, of course, would be the envy of any female I might care to mention."</strong>His hands drifted upwards, then, dragging over the flesh of her leg in the most deliciously slow, deliberate way he could manage. His fingers then danced backwards, over her hips, teasing at the<em>very</em>edge of her ass, not<em>quite</em>touching it...but getting oh so dangerously near to it.<br/><br/><strong>"Another popular area is their backside; whether large and round and thick or toned in a bubble-like shape, humans do enjoy a nice, well-maintained posterior."</strong>His hands pressed against her hips, turning her around on the spot...then, on a daring, flirtatious, insane impulse, his fingers slid over the edge of the curve of her ass.<strong>"Again...yours is truly a magnificent example, at least by human standards of beauty. On this, I can't say I disagree."</strong>He turned her about again, resting his hands on her hips, fingers playing along her flesh as he slowly stood to meet her eyes, looking down her body. One hand danced across the side of her waist.<strong>"Next...is their chest and their lips."</strong>He didn't touch either of those.<em>That</em>would be going too far. As open as she was, perhaps that was progressing just a touch too far in public. And if it wasn't...well, she'd let him know, and he could push that boundary a little further.<br/><br/><strong>"You, you lucky so and so, have absolutely astounding examples of both. Frankly, you would look good in whatever you chose to wear. If I had to pick a style to focus on...I would suggest finding clothes that compliment your frankly gorgeous skin tone, hug tightly to your hips and shoulders in order to draw attention to your breasts and your backside, along with showing as much leg as you can get away with. Your hair and eyes draw attention as they are, so all you need to do for makeup is apply the right shade of lipstick, and you'll easily be the most beautiful woman wherever you go."</strong>He allowed himself a small chuckle.<strong>"Though frankly, you could walk outside in a shapeless sack and you would still have men lining up to attempt to flirt with you."</strong>Now that would be a sight to see! He didn't doubt she'd make the sack look good, but a woman in a sack with a line of men swooning over her? That would be worth her weight in gold as an experience!<strong>"Though, perhaps we'll leave that experience for later. We'll need to find you some Earthling clothes to wear, which of course, I am more than happy to assist with."</strong><br/><br/>He lifted a flirtatious eyebrow, a little amused glimmer in his eye as he stepped just a hair closer, his hands still on her body and the heat of his own radiating off of him and teasing at the pressure he could place on her with his rigid, muscular form. His head dipped a little lower, his voice lowering suggestively.<strong>"Whether that's before or after you instruct me on the 'rules and customs' of Tamaran, I'll leave up to you. I can be a little stubborn, though, so you might need to <em>repeat yourself</em> a few times before I learn them properly. But first...I believe it's time to introduce you to more than just wine. Mayhaps we'll find something strong enough to strike your fancy, hm?"</strong>His eyes sparkled with mirth as he leaned slightly away from her for a moment to reach across the table and pick up one of the alcoholic beverages. He handed it to her, then glanced at his nearby staff, gesturing for more glasses to be brought over. She wanted a cultural exchange? Well, they'd have one! He continued, then, to explain about the various human fashions, and began - in his head - planning for several shopping trips. They'd have to find outfits for her to wear whilst on Earth to blend in a little easier, after all, and if she wanted to explore Earths rules, then she had to experience them first hand. of course, he already knew what the price would be for such assistance, but he let her worry about that for the time being. As he poured her a different drink - explaining the difference between wine and rum - he took a sip of his own wine with a smile. Alcohol, shopping - with modelling, most likely - and flirtation with a gorgeous, sex-positive alien princess? This day was probably going to be his best day for a long, long time. He intended to relish every moment of fun he could extract.<br/><br/>Alas...with how much alcohol she ended up drinking, that was not<em>exactly</em>what happened. It was still entertaining, but not quite in the way he'd planned. Ah well...there was always tomorrow, after all. He was fifteen billion years old,<em>at least.</em>He could wait a little longer, non?<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>~~ Fin ~~</strong></div>