<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux and Apollo</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br/><hr/><br/>Apollo...<br/><br/>Her eyes found him instantly as she had sat upon the sofa.  She could feel her twin's presence, feel his gaze upon her, calling her forth.  The unspoken words, the invitation clear in her mind.  A slight nod of her head, the gentle raising of her glass in acknowledgment.  A toast to what was to come, she mused, taking a savoring sip of her champagne before rising to her feet, fully intent upon moving to join her brother.  She had only made it a few steps, moving around the perimeter of the room, when the slight tug of her robe, the gentle pull, caught her attention.<br/><br/>Artemis paused, turning on her heels to the sight of the bold woman.  Silence came as she listened to what she had to say, a gentle smirk forming across her face at what she had to say, the question and challenge posed.  Bold indeed, she thought to herself.  Did she think she was an equal to herself?  Did this little Lux truly think she was an equal to herself?  Artemis liked the girl already, liked the boldness of her, admired the difference from the rest of the sheep, as she so eloquently put it.<br/><br/>While Lux took a step forward, Artemis matched the woman, closing the gap between them.  “There are indeed plenty of sheep here.” She mused, taking a hand to ever so gently skim across the soft flesh of the side of the woman's face.  “As there are plenty of sheep in wolves' clothes.”<br/><br/>The question, the seeking of who she was, went ignored.  Artemis allowed her hand to trail slowly down the woman's face, grazing against the softness of her neck to the neckline of the robe she wore.  Gentle tugs, pulls came, without a care or heed for the woman's desire, pulling and tugging to inspect what lay beneath the silken robe.  “Do you enjoy playing games, Little Lux?” Artemis asked gently, her eyes looking over the small bust, the lithe frame that appealed to her desires.  She would do, she thought to herself, the smirk widening.