<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making moves in the VIP booth bathroom<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler) & Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong>...Continuing from here.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339110.msg16113975#msg16113975)</div><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne flashed Devon a slight but still visible smile when he said their quickie was amazing, followed by the gratitude that he showed to her for it, as if thanking his lucky stars that he was given the chance to be with her, if only just this once.<br/><br/>“Yeah,” Corinne breezily responded back, not really making it clear if she was agreeing with him or reciprocating his notion of gratitude. It was funny how it all worked out because she was pretty certain that she had been the one to put the moves on him, and now here he was thanking her for it, when in reality, she was the one that needed it.<br/><br/>Devon paused at the door but led the way back to the VIP booth seats eventually, Corinne following closeby until they returned to their seats, where she took her seat and leaned over again to scoop a handful of popcorn out of Devon’s bucket. She took another long, appreciative sip from her drink, then folded one leg over the other as they watched the remainder of the game.<br/><br/>At the end, it was Wales who won, after finding the golden snitch. Despite being a close game, Wales was able to hold onto their crown as the returning champions for yet another season. Corinne raised to a stand when the audience broke out into cheers, clapping and whooping for the professional quidditch team.<br/><br/>Giving Devon a sideways smirk, she quipped. “I take it this is like the very best day of your life, then?” She wasn’t really awaiting an answer, obviously. Once the game had finished, Corinne tidied up a bit, cleaning up her section of the booth and tossing out her trash before getting all of her things together and checking her phone once again for anything else from Ibrahim.<br/><br/>Nothing was there. She sighed at her phone, feeling a mix of anger and pain as she texted him the exact location of her tent so that he could meet her there and not have the excuse of getting lost along the way. She turned to look at Devon before leaving the VIP booth. “You are to tell no one of what happened in there.” Corinne pointed to the bathroom, then pointed at him, threateningly. “Understand?”<br/><br/>But once again, she hadn’t waited for Devon’s reply. Instead, she walked off, out of the booth and down the many stadium steps, through the crowd, until she found her way to the tent section and her own lavish tent, where she went and sat herself on her bed, expecting Ibrahim to either already be there, or to meet her there any moment.