<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ main floor<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><br/><hr/><br/>With a silent ‘oh’ gesture, Koriand’r acknowledged the proper wording for ‘the coitus’ by Human definitions, although ‘the sex’ just didn’t have quite the same ring to it, in her opinion. Still, she made a mental note to try to use the correct terminology, especially in polite company, which meant she should probably start practicing within her current social situation, when next the opportunity arose. Given the current subject of conversation, she doubted that would take too long. First though, came the in-depth answers to her string of questions, wherein she was content to listen to Lucifer’s considerate explanations, knowing that she’d eventually return the favour when it inevitably came to him enquiring about Tamaranean culture in return. A deal had been struck, after all, but she did not mind sharing regardless of him making a point to ask for the cultural exchange.<br/><br/>The purpose of wine was easy enough to understand, and it compared fairly evenly to the uses of Tamaran’s nectar and ambrosia, until he started to explain more about crops and the segregation between class and caste. Granted, Tamaran was essentially governed by a Feudal System, but perhaps not quite as strict in comparison to Human standards and definitions? The entire concept of ‘beer’ and how it was suited to the ‘lower classes’ for example, did not translate as well to her, and so her attentive focus inevitably deepened into a gradually more confused frown. When he leaned forward, so too did she, as if she were expecting him to share some sort of secret. Similarly, when he lifted the wine bottle to inspect it, her gaze followed the motion.<br/><br/><em>Grapes</em>? The Princess made a mental note to try this fruit, along with apples, pineapple and blueberries. Many of the fruits on Tamaran were giant and lusciously juicy, so she was curious to see just how ‘little’ these grapes were in comparison. Her frown slowly eased though, as she started to understand and apply his explanation to the Tamaranean equivalent. Whilst it was not a complete mirror, there were no doubt wines which were only available to her Royal House and the noble households along with their select guests, either through gifted methods from the wider populace or via more specific trade. Similarly, the Warriors of Okaara tended to brew a honey-wine equivalent using grains, which she supposed would be comparable to ‘beer’. She liked to think though, that the entire planet had access to the Earth's equivalent of 'expensive wines'. She had witnessed the true caste society of Euphorix and their single, blood matriarchy which crowned a singular Queen in charge of the entire planet. It was easier to compare that society to Earth, along with the special boons she had received there as a Royal guest, which at times had made her feel somewhat uncomfortable. A brief reminder to her, that she was much happier with her freedom to explore the Galaxy, rather than be constrained to the throne. How ironic that she had essentially traded places with her sister, and they were both all the more happier for it.<br/><br/>When he put the bottle down, she immediately picked it up, and turned it in her grasp to reach the small writing across the label. Lucifer’s voice echoed the ingredients listed on the bottle, and though she did not understand what the ‘13%’ referred to, she did quirk her brow at Lucifer and his presumptions about her alien constitution. More so, the little ‘drunken alien princess’ quip brought a little smirk to her plum-painted lips.<strong>“Ah! You have experienced drunken alien princess here before?”</strong>She retaliated, partially teasing him back, but also partially curious. After all, if he hadn’t, then how did he know if it was a preference, or not?<br/><br/>Putting the bottle down, the perfectly<em>sober</em>alien princess, fixed her uncompromising gaze on the anomaly opposite, and it suddenly struck her like a lightning bolt that<em>he</em>must therefore be of a higher class, since he was in the possession of wine. Did Earth have Princes and Kings? Did it have noble families with greater responsibilities to their Royal Houses? Another question to ask him, but first, she noted that he was complimenting her charms followed by a far more direct confession.<em>Intrigue</em>? Well, that feeling was mutual, but the interest was far more brazen as she watched his eyes shamelessly travel over the geography of her body as though he was checking or even creating his own road map. Her own gaze, dipped down, as if to confirm that he had indeed, been particularly drawn to the swell of her breasts which she had a particularly good view of from above.<em>Interesting</em>. Was that his favourite part of a female’s anatomy? Would Human males be equally affected by the sight of her bosom? Her eyes slightly narrowed as he once again winked at her. Was that a gesture to invite intimacy, or ‘the sex’, as he called it? Or was it merely a signal of interest? Acknowledging his overall interest, her smile widened as he threw out invitation after invitation.<br/><br/><strong>“You have a very extensive alcohol collection,”</strong>she openly concluded, judging from all his invitations.<strong>“Then you must be from the upper-class. Perhaps later you may tell me more of your noble duties to these lands, and we shall test if you truly do not prefer the ‘drunken alien princess.’ That is, if your collection is capable of having an effect. I should remain sober though, so I may keep a focused mind. You are full of much fascinating information, and you did promise to show me an… <em>in-to-net</em> device? But I should also like to sample all of the alcohol, and the fruits that made the wine, and your… private collection.”</strong><br/><br/>Grinning, Koriand’r decided to test ‘the wink’ to see if returning the gesture would perhaps communicate her own interest. He had certainly sampled some of her ‘private’ collection, of assets, which she now reciprocating with the very suggestive flicker of her gaze down the length of his torso. Though there was sadly not much skin to look at, she did pay attention to his clothing still, and with the canting of her head, she slowly tried to peel away the layers and visualise what he might look like underneath it all.<br/><br/><strong>“Why do you wear so many clothes?”</strong>Before her gaze even returned to his, she suddenly expressed her thoughts out loud. Her frown suggested that she was contemplating an explanation which she wasted no time in sharing with him with the return of her eyes to his at last.<strong>“You appear to be wearing layers of fabric. It is so… restrictive and unnecessary, I believe. Is it because you require constant protection? Ah! You said you are not of the Earth. Then, are you allergic to this planet’s atmosphere? Mm… but the others wear too much also…”</strong>She realised with a pensive sigh, and a side-glance to that same passing waiter, who was idly polishing glasses at the bar, waiting to be called over to the table at any moment.<strong>“On Tamaran, we are free to wear as little as we please, but to wear so much would be detrimental to our physiology. Are you ashamed of your bodies? Do you not enjoy the warmth and the wonderful feeling of the sunlight upon your skin? Oh! Lucifer, no… Please do not tell me you are allergic to your sun?!”</strong>That would be awful! But it also might explain why he’d fashioned the interior of his club to resemble that which he couldn’t properly experience outside?<br/>