<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ny2tFm2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dana McQuarie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=323155.msg15513548#msg15513548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pretty Much Nothing<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Madame Siren's (bathhouse)->Dana's Place<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree "Coyote" Kyota, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Anyone by the elevator on the second floor would be treated to a view of two women with bath towels wrapped around their bodies making out like there was no tomorrow. Which there may very well might not be the rate things were changing in the world. Anyone by the elevator on the third floor would see these same women making out with the towels around their waists. And by the fourth floor, the towels were around their<em>ankles.</em><br/><br/>As the bell indicating her floor rang, Dana went full Pavlov's dog and began dragging Coyote to her room by instinct, kicking the pile of clothes along as she rushed down the hallway. She wouldn't have bothered with the clothes, but her keys were still somewhere in there, and getting her newfound lover into her apartment was a priority. With an almost preternatural grace, she fished her keys from her purse with her toes and flicked it up to her hand to open the door, all while furrowing a full field of love nibbles on Coyote's neck and groping the woman's right buttock with her left hand.<br/><br/>Dana pulled herself and Coyote in, leaving the clothes by (but inside) the door as she closed it with her foot. She mumbled a few words between kisses and moans. "Welcome... mmm... to apartment... mmm... Grand Tour... ooh... Kitchen... Oooh... Bathroom... Ohhh... Bedroom... Bed..." PLOP. Her apartment was a studio, for which she was currently very thankful, and sparsely furnished, with only a small knick knack placed here and there. A couple of chairs for guests. A massive flat screen TV. And of course the bed - a soft and comfy queen-sized item with purple covers and a handful of frilled throw pillows which were quickly knocked to the floor. Now in the perfect place for nighttime activities (or daytime - Dana wasn't all that picky), she pursued them with full gusto, her hands roaming for the perfect place to settle before locking onto Coyote's picture perfect breasts, even as Dana's lips and tongue continued to express her current level of contentment (on a scale of one to ten, approximately a 73) to Coyote's face and neck with kisses, licks, and nibbles of all sorts.