<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Mmm, right it was! Her hand gave a bold stroke against what she could feel of her mystery man, attempting to coax him further to life behind the layers of cloth that separated them. The utterly inappropriate and probably not "civilized" nature of their encounter was indeed growing on Remy, firing her up like a cat in heat. Caught in the grasp of a perfect stranger, in a semi-public hallway, with no need to toe the line for the sake of legality or even the usual lines of what was proper, it was a perfect storm of lust and opportunity. It wouldn't matter if she didn't adhere to expectations because no one would know. No one would care that the raven haired private eye was utterly turned on by the idea of sating herself on a man she literally had collided with, that the idea of being potentially being caught or even outright watched was making her wetter as she thought of it, or that she was torn between wanting to feel him rise to fullness in her mouth and wanting his mouth on her. Could she have both? Maybe. Pretty please?<br/><br/>"Mmm, I do think I should take a closer look at the area..." she trailed off as her nails scraped up the inside of the opposite thigh. "Just to be sure. I do like to be thorough..." <br/><br/>The rough gropes along her body had her nerve ending firing like crazy. They were stimulating in that they created a desire for more, leaving her feeling hot and confined in her dress and craving more of his touch along her flesh as he took liberties. Her nipples hardened, the sensitive peaks seeking more attention in the wake of his touch while her hips shifted enough to push her ass more firmly into his hands. Yeah, this was what she wanted. Not to be treated like some dainty little thing but to feel. To indulge. To stop thinking so fucking much. Her brain was on all the time, constantly going, analyzing, assessing, taking in this bit of info and that bit and trying to piece things together and really she just wanted it to stop. Just for a little while. It was why she had ultimately agreed to come to this party and why she was rolling full speed ahead rather than taking it slow as she'd planned. <br/><br/>It was a risk. All of it was really. Her mask could slip, or his. The wrong person could come along and ruin their fun. He could be turned off by her aggressive behavior... or any other number of things could happen. Yet, Remy didn't seem to care at all. She simply wanted what she wanted and had no problems taking what her mystery dude was offering. It was so bad, so wrong, yet it was utterly perfect. "Caress away, Slick." She half hissed, half moaned for him. "Might as well enjoy what you do, right?"<br/><br/>She glanced down the hallway, noting that for the most part it had remained empty but for herself and Slick. She'd seen brief flashes of movement down at either end but no one had detoured their way yet which meant there was no pressing reason to move if they didn't have to. A few feet away there was a bench set along the wall and really that was about the only help they'd need if Remy had her way.<br/><br/>Decided, Remy made her choice known by taking it upon herself to up the ante again. A few flicks of the buttons holding the garment closed was all it took to free her from her dress to some degree, the sides of it pulling apart just enough to give teasing glimpses of the black lace that seemed to cup her shapely form as lovingly as it did intimately and the thigh high fishnets that climbed just an inch or two higher than her boots. Stepping into him, she returned her hands to their southern interests but this time went to the man's belt, undoing it enough for her to grab the ends and begin pulling him along as she walked carefully backward. Hopefully he'd see the spot she was aiming toward but if he didn't she had no problem nudging him down onto the seat before sliding her legs over his and straddling his lap.<br/><br/>"Sometimes a different perspective helps," she grinned behind her mask. </span>