<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parisa Shah | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Get this party started!</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Smirking at the mention of Cara, Frankie had to agree. She and Cara had done some charity work together and still chatted from time to time but they'd never met up at one of these get-togethers. There was definitely a certain amount of curiosity waiting to be sated should the opportunity present itself. Though there was plenty going on next to her worth her time and attention, she decided, feeling Parisa's hand settle on her backside. <br/><br/>"Mmm, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me." She chuckled. Not a fate worse than death but really, they could skip half of that and save the time for other things. Frankie didn't actually need much help to go wild. "But just so you know... I'm no virgin, sweetie." <br/><br/>Was that a warning, a promise? Who the hell knew and really, who the hell cared. There were better things to focus on, like finding out just how sensitive Parisa was or wasn't. Lifting her hand, Francesca ran the edge of one lovely manicured nail across the top edge of Parisa's dress. Almost idly she traced the daring cut before detouring enough to trail a lazy circle around one nipple. It wasn't hard to imagine repeating the action with tongue and teeth either. She licked her lips. <br/><br/>"You've definitely been missing out though. Things can get downright raunchy even in this zip code, masks or no masks." <br/><br/>She turned a bright smile on the tender when he appeared but instead of requesting a shot or mixed drink she waved the fingers of her free hand at him. "Wouldn't happen to have some whipped cream back there would you? I've got a bit of a craving kicking up." Her nail dragged firmly over Parisa's nipple once then twice as the tender seemed to know just where he could find her request. </span>