<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Showering and getting dressed<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chantal or open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>Andrea entered the dressing room in a gray tank top, blue shorts and her cross trainers, one of the few times anyone ever saw her without the high heels she was so synonymous with.  One of the more humorous skills she could out on a resume was the ability to run at nearly full speed in four inch heels without breaking her neck, an ankle or a heel on her shoes.  Still, working out demanded more practical wear and she liked to tone limber up prior to taking time out in the House.  Still feeling the rush and glow that the exercise endorphins bestowed upon her, she grabbed a towel and her thong, choosing a playfully lacy pink pair of panties that matched her somewhat whimsical mood that evening, then made her way into the showers and quickly washed away the perspiration her efforts in the gym and out on the track had earned her.<br/><br/>This was a fast shower, one to simply get clean, not the bath she had taken earlier in water graced with oils, minerals and emollients that left her hair and skin so fabulously soft and almost shimmering.  After washing and drying off, she slipped on the panties and strode out into her own dressing area with only the towel draped over her shoulders covering her breasts, more out of practicality and habit than modesty.  Her dressing area was neat, a bit eclectic and filled with long, form fitting dresses and gowns that, like Chantal who was getting dressed across the room, strongly favored bold and deep colors, and abhorred pastels and faded hues that neither complemented nor complimented her platinum blonde locks and skin tone.<br/><br/>Moving as she always did, with the athletic grace and measured, precise steps and motions, Andrea was told by many that she had a feline quality about her.  Not like some of the cat-related races that visited or worked at the House, and certainly not like a housecat, but something more sleek, long and deadly beautiful, something very much like a cheetah.  She quickly chose from her three favorite hues, four if one counted the black dress she favored for certain clients, but tonight she was not yet booked and so her choices were a deep sapphire blue, a shimmering forest green and red, the reddest of reds, a dress cut to show off her shape, her curves and lines and the arcs between them, to their fullest effect.<br/><br/>Red it was, with nude stockings, red heels, her white gold cheetah necklace and medallion and matching earrings.  She sat and began to work on her hair after giving Chantal a smile and friendly wave, reading a novel she was half-way through on her E-book display, one she could operate with her voice as her hands were busy styling her hair and applying her makeup.  The book she was reading at the moment was a farcical sort of murder mystery, one told from within the mind of the narrator, whom Andrea had already guessed was one of several personalities possessed by the murderer himself.<br/><br/>She was quick, yet precise, methodical and a bit perfectionist about everything.  While some would look at Andrea’s stunning and almost aggressive form and figure and think she had an almost feral sensuality to her, that was more truly her imaginative and sexually adventurous mind and imagination showing though in her eyes and in the way she seemed to quietly wait and choose her prey, er, client for the evening.  More than anything, Andrea believed that the most critical and powerful sexual organ any man, woman, being or creature of any sort possessed was indeed their brain.  Seduce that, she knew, and the body always followed with such effortless ease.<br/><br/>--------<br/><br/>A short time later Andrea was dressed and ready, heading off to the Great Room to see and learn what adventures and challenges awaited she and the other Courtesans that night...((To the Great Room))