<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/>It was obvious that Lucifer had noticed her straying eyes, particularly as he leaned back to purposefully grant her a better view of the fabric of his suit straining against his torso and biceps. Yet it was also obvious that Koriand’r possessed no shame whatsoever to her prolonged staring, especially as she took a moment longer to appreciate the ‘T’ zone of his torso. She wondered if his flesh would be soft and squidgy to the touch, or firm and roughened, like coarse leather. Did he have nipples, and how many? Was he marked by any scars or blemishes? Was he covered in hair or was he completely bare? Judging from the fair but very short mane on his head peppered with strands of silver, coupled with the shorter bristles across the lower half of his face, she found it difficult to picture his body entirely devoid of any further hair. It was impossible for her spacesuit to hide the expansion of her chest too, as she inhaled a deeper breath to the mental image that played in her mind; of pulling his strange clothing apart down the middle, so she could see and explore the truth of his concealed form.<br/><br/>Instead, the sound of his voice eventually recalled her gaze very lazily back to his blue hues, or rather, it was the fact that he’d once again referred to her as ‘Princess’, that her relaxed thoughts had been ruptured somewhat. Had he even called her by her proper name yet? The realisation sharpened her gaze slightly, but it was his explanation of the planet’s governance that truly made her frown.<strong>“The… populace, decide?”</strong>She echoed him, not because she didn’t understand what ‘populace’ was, or the basic concept or democracy, for that matter; but rather, because the concept of being ‘elected’ rather than born into leadership, still seemed quite strange to her. Granted, the populace had technically chosen<em>her</em>over her unfavourable sister, but that had been an exception to the general rule of thumb. It was not the first time though, that she’d encountered a non-feudal system, so it took her only a moment to make a comparison which she deemed accurate enough.<strong>“Ah! You are much like the Karnans!”</strong>Granted, their structure was far more Militaristic, but it suited the concept or leaders being<em>chosen</em>rather than born.<strong>“Hm… or perhaps, the Dredfahlians?”</strong>She thoughtfully added, though more as a side-thought to herself than a point of discussion.<br/><br/>Koriand’r inevitably frowned a fraction more though, as Lucifer explained that he was a ‘type’ of nobility and, once again, ‘complicated’. The wink blurred his meaning, as she was caught between feeling frustrated by his ongoing mystery, and uncertain about the purpose of the repeated gesture. Why was he choosing to withhold information? A trust issue, perhaps? Then she would have to true a little harder to gain his favour.<strong>“Perhaps you would not be so complicated if you were to paint a bigger picture,”</strong>she retorted in a quieter voice lined with both agitation and an air of melancholy disappointment. After all, it was considered quite rude on Tamaran to be so secretive and withdrawn. Complications were rare when the Tamaraneans generally wore their emotions on their sleeves, and happily shared their thoughts to avoid intentionally causing any unnecessary confusion or discomfort. She was not used to dealing with such a closed book, and whilst the mystery or the locked pages was holding her intrigue, it was also starting to become quite irritating. At the same time, she knew that it might be rude of her in return, to intrude upon an alien’s privacy so soon, but surely a little nudge and encouragement to be more open with her wasn’t a bad thing?<strong>"I know it must be very frustrating to meet an alien, but I can only promise to try my very hardest to understand you, even if I do not immediately interpret your meaning."</strong><br/><br/>Apparently, the one thing he was being<em>very</em>open about, was the airs and graces afforded to royalty.<em>Again</em>, with the insistence of the ‘Princess’ title! In an effort to be polite, she tried to hide behind the tilted rim of her wine glass, but the lengthier sip paired with the agitated tap of her toe, was more than enough evidence of her unsettled emotions. She was mostly judging herself though, and ultimately regretted introducing herself so formally to him, even though it had mostly been force of habit and an effort to be polite. In spite of that, whilst she wasn’t the type of royal to make ‘commands’ or ridiculous demands of people, she wasn’t exactly against the idea of being a ‘guest’ either, for as long as she was welcome. As for being a clumsy drunk though, the golden alien gave a little chuckle.<strong>“You need not worry yourself, Lucifer. I have not been hazardously intoxicated since my fortieth birthday,”</strong>she admitted, almost a little bit sheepishly as she recalled the somewhat embarrassing ramifications of that particular event.<strong>“And I would not wish to jeopardise your good opinion of me when we have only just met,”</strong>she added with a slightly more playful glint to her eyes.<br/><br/>It was with greater intrigue that Koriand’r listened to her host explain the purpose of Human clothing, and she was initially actually quite surprised to find that her assumptions had been somewhat correct. With her pout forming an expressive little ‘o’ shape, she leaned forwards, practically hanging on Lucifer’s every word as she propped her chin on her folded hands.<em>Extreme weather?</em>That sounded exciting! Though, also a little unfortunate, that Humans should struggle to survive without breaking on their own home planet. As for fashions, his gesture easily invited her gaze to dip back down to his suit, and her brows lifted a little. So then, Human clothing was supposed to be intriguing and openly invite attention? Especially to certain parts of the anatomy? In that case, it would not be considered rude to stare? Her expression brightened with a smile as she believed she was starting to understand the clothing and fashion agenda. Whilst it did still seem to be a lot of unnecessary effort, in her opinion, she did slowly nod in agreement to the expression of ‘their planet, their rules’. She also started to wonder which part of the female anatomy would be best to emphasise, especially if she was to make a more conscious attempt to integrate more with Human society or, at the very least, try their fashions at least once.<br/><br/>Looking to the approaching waitress, Koriand’r stared very openly at the woman, and the clothing she was wearing. It looked so…<em>bland</em>. The monochrome black and white was not very appealing to her, and the only skin being shown was her arms, hands and face! Frowning, the Tamaranean leaned around to get a look at the rather short woman’s rear as she placed the tray on the table.<em>Oh</em>… were all Humans so<em>flat</em>in that department? She was also so very thin, and whilst her apron emphasised a very small waist, Koriand’r worried that the slightest gust of a strong breeze might actually blow the poor creature over! Having placed the tray down though, the young human woman suddenly seemed very conscious of the attention being placed on her, and Lucifer’s words didn’t exactly help either. Smiling at him, she’d soon forgotten all about her analysis of the human woman and was slowly getting excited about the prospect of his suggestive words, coupled with the very colourful array of what looked like various kinds of fruit.<br/><br/><strong>“You wished for a cultural exchange, yes?”</strong>She perked up slightly, eye lighting up as ideas were rapidly processed in her mind of her to encourage his little proposal.<strong>“Perhaps, if I were to sample the rules of <em>this</em> planet, then you might try to sample the rules of <em>mine</em>. I would be happy to accommodate your desire to be more ‘natural’, with adequate direction.”</strong>Slowly, she grinned at him, and just in case it wasn’t already obvious, her gaze very bluntly flickered down the length of his torso again. If her eyes had the power to physically undress him, then the buttons of his suit jacket certainly would’ve popped open at that very moment.<br/><br/>Reaching for one of the red slices of fruit, which unknown to her was a strawberry, Koriand’r contentedly popped it into her mouth and, after taking a moment to close her eyes and enjoy the very sweet and juicy taste with a blatant vocalisation of her approval, she pushed her chair back and rose back up to her full height.<strong>“Tell me,”</strong>she began. Reaching for another strawberry slice, she licked her fingertips clean and held his gaze as she slowly moved around the table, purposefully leaving her sentence unfinished until she was standing beside him.<strong>“If <em>I</em> were Human, which part of the anatomy should my clothing highlight?”</strong>She was inviting him of course, to take a better look at her without the obstacle of the table in the way, but she was also at the same time, enquiring about Human females, using herself as an example.<br/><br/><strong>“And… Lucifer?”</strong>She added in a softer, gentler tone.<strong>“You do not need to call me ‘Princess’ or be so polite with me. Please, call me Koriand’r, for that is my name.”</strong><br/>