<div class="floatleft">(http://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Psylocke-Marvel-Comics-X-Men-Exiles-3-f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Elisabeth *Betsey* Bradock/Psylocke<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>(17:00 PM), 07 of July 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harrys Hideaway Bar, Westchester, Upstage New York, The Bar<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black lather jackett, white tight vest top. Purple leather jeans, black leather belt, high heeled black boots (As pictured)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Colossus<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth smiled when Piotr asked if he was such a cliché, he was a tortured artist type, there was a reason women were drawn to them. She could see he was trying to be respectful, she did have on a push up bra and her breasts were already large and round. She was a double E to be exact with big round succulent bosoms which most men and some women tried not to ogle. Elisabeth had a good sense of humor and wasn't one of those women who fained embarrassment or false anger at being admired. Especially when the person who was doing the admireing was a handsome man like Piotr.<br/>He was so unbelievably attractive, she had pleasured herself on more then one occasion thinking of him recently, she was just about crawling up the wall wanting some male attention to relieve her stress in the most pleasurable way one could do that. When he said “I was hoping to have a little more depth than the guys drawing with chalk on the sidewalks.” Betsey laughed and smiled at him. "An artist is an artist my friend. You find the beauty and the tragedy in life, its what makes you special."<br/><br/>Piotr then pushes off from the bed causing his chest muscles and arms to bulge out. Her eyes widened and she licks her bottom lip without thinking, he was so muscled, sculpted like a Greek God. He stands towering over her looking down. “Very well Betsey. I’ll just grab my jacket and we’ll have some vodka on you.” he smiles trying for her which she appreciated. “But if I get drunk you are carrying me home and tucking me in.” he jokingly warns her. The idea of tucking him in going around and around in her head. She would love nothing more then a cute drunk Piotr with her, but it took a mountain of booze to get a man his seize drunk. The idea of peeling his clothes off and getting him into bed was a nice image.<br/><br/>"Oh don't worry Piotr I'm stronger then I look. I don't break easily." She winked at him and headed towards his door she was letting him know she was no china doll, she was flirting with him and being suggestive, she was single and so was he, there was no harm in what they were doing.<br/><br/>