<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/998723462564683908/1000165806690291843/IMG_3034.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Namira Laurent</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Daddy's Girl Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Heartbreaker Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><strong>Ishtar's Pride and Joy Invoked</strong>: [ ]<br/><br/>[ ] Bruised <br/>[ ] Injured<br/>[ ] Maimed<br/>[ ] Taken Out<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong><br/></div></div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone present, Open<br/><hr/><br/>"Not...<em>horse</em>riding, no," Namira replied to Clio's question, purposefully adding in the pause, emphasis, and a suggestive tone to give the young woman a certain, naughty, impression.  "Mom was just big into that era, I guess."  Having never met the woman, however, she couldn't know for certain.  "Just be sure to wash those pants twice," she quipped when Luke tried to do the same, though she had to swallow a laugh at his deadpan about a "bondage" experience.  Oh, if only he, or any of them, knew.<br/><br/>"Unless you want me to turn him into an old meme," Namira replied to JD, referencing a video game meme she'd seen once, "I know how to put him on the ground.  If he's not, y'know, superpowered with martial arts or something."  She made a face when Luke spoke of his woes.  "That is definitely some serious bullshit."  She tilted her head as she studied him.  "You're definitely attractive enough for TV, at least.  Hopefully someone picks it up."  Then, finally, she shrugged.  "Look, here's my number," she passed it to JD, "if you guys come up with something, I might help.  Or not."  She shrugged and started walking, having spotted someone in the crowd.  "Later."  Time to go get this friend request crap sorted.