<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Ailess</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong>Testing the Waters<br/><hr/><br/>Lux waited. Pensive. Wondering if he would come back, but just a second before she was about to turn and walk into a different room--she saw the dark haired, masked man appear. "<strong>Well, don't think less of me, but I didn't expect you to come back. Part of me thought you were running away with your tail in-between your legs,</strong>" she grinned and took another sip of her wine. "<strong>But maybe that long thing in-between your legs wasn't a tail,</strong>" she mewed with the glass up to her mouth, her eyes no longer looking at his face, but dropping down to his crotch. Even if it wasn't invited, she continued to give him<em>that</em>stare.<br/><br/>The stare that meant that she had made up her mind. A stare that indicated that she was interested enough to stick around and see what sort of loops and adventures he could put her through. "<strong>The music industry?</strong>" she responded back in a monotone voice, shrugging her shoulders with an obvious lack of interest for his job. What game was this woman playing? Obviously she wasn't going to idolize him and put him on a pedestal. Making him feel confident, wanted and like a god. No, Lux was the type of woman that enjoyed being in the stereotypical male position. She liked to be on top, in simple terms. The woman wouldn't care if he was part of a boy band or a manager of one. When she entered the Carnival Club, they were all equals.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he smirked and finally gave her the same type of flirtatious banter that her eyes ignited with interest. "<strong>It depends...</strong>" her words slithered out of her mouth like a snake. Finally dropping her finished wine glass to the table, deciding that the pleasantries were over. Her hands went to his chest, almost with an innocent caress, but they quickly dropped down in-between his thighs. Her fingers molding against the flaccid cock hidden beneath the silk. A bit of pressure was applied, but not enough to cause an aching sensation in his balls.  "<strong>We can make this short and sweet, or excruciating, long and playful...</strong>" she then brought her hand away, her body moving toward the counter of the kitchen stop. Before she jumped up and dangled her long legs off of the counter.<br/><br/>"<strong>Or, we can do this the old fashion way. Your choice,</strong>" she said with her arms behind her. Her legs dangling freely, as the slit of her silken robe began to open.<br/><br/>