<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=7677.msg271991#msg271991">Quote from: Vandren on 08-11-2006, 01:33:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Eric watched with interest as Dahlia approached.  He smiled broadly, in obvious pleasure, as she knelt before him.  In a rare moment of gentleness, he reached out and caressed her chin, tilting her head up a little to look at her.  Already, thanks in part to his view of her cleavage, the head of his generous endowment was sticking up out of his waistband.<br/><br/>The mouseguy nodded in satisfaction.  He pulled down on Laura's bicep, "You want to submit, Bond-Pet?  Then learn from this one.  On your knees before your master."  He was fully aware that they were still in the common room, but figured they'd have a minute or two before a room was ready.  Grinning, Eric waited for Laura to comply.  Meanwhile, he lightly stroked Dahlia's hair once, twice.<br/><br/>(OOC: Just FMI, what's Laura wearing, I think I missed it?)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her eyes submissively downcast, she avoids eye contact out of respect-- even as her finely sculpted chin is lifted and her throat bared.  She shows no reaction but meekness, though a gleam in her eye hints that there is more within her heart... and that submitting is, for her, an artform and a pleasure.  Her downcast eyes take private note of his member, and having thus aroused her Master pleases her.  She parts her lips in a bold measure of... professionalism. and speaks, "This one will see to m'Lord's room, if it is His desire..."<br/><br/>She lifts one leg in a yoga-like show of flexibility, extending it to her side without leaving the kneeling position or even wavering in her balance.  She reaches into the silk band of her panties, barely covering her sex-- the outline of those full, ripe lips are visible beneath the smooth fabric-- and from just inside that band (any more inside, and it'd be damp) she draws out a silver skeleton key, no longer than a girl's pinkie finger, with a black silk tassle attached.  She returns to kneeling.  "m'Lord's key..."