<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Lulukat, Syra, Selena, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Glancing between the person tugging on her arm and Syra Amelia's lips curl in a frown. "But the money for not bein' a profesional is really bad. And they tax you too."<br/><br/>Her frown just grows confused as Lulukat pipes in as well about games, rules, and places. "You sure it's not just one of those rules  to keep folks outta fun gaaaa..." Her words die off with a loud squeal as Lulukat's fingers press against and then between the still damp lips of her sex, her folds clamping tightly around the girl's fingers while she rocks up onto the toes of her sneakers. Moans and small whimpers fill the air as her folds are played with by Lulukat, her wiggling setting her plump breasts to bouncing while a hand drops to grasp Lulukat's wrist. She twists and shakes, hips rolling and bucking against the fingers playing with her slick depths. As the fingers finally pull free she slumps over panting, hips still bucking as her flushed sex trembles and twitches. The flush of her cheeks only burns brighter as Lulukat begins licking the mixed juices from her fingers.<br/><br/>Her hair is plastered to her face and her panting shakes her body as she looks up at Lulukat. "A battle?" Her enthusiasm dies some as Lulukat goes on, face scrunching up slightly. "How's that... a battle?"<br/><br/>The distraction brought about by the winged girl Selena draws a squeak from her as the line heads off in another direction, her free arm flailing and her breasts bouncing with her partial jogging. Stairs are a much bigger pain when she's out of juice for flight but Amelie is dragged up five whole flights of them. It proves worth it when Selena brings the little group to a room full of stuffed chairs and couches. Slow steps bring her over to one of the stuffed couches, a hand running along it after she drops her stuff on a table. "This place is nice! Seems a good spot for quiet lunches!"