<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Great Room, Inspecting</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Around seven in the evening, Friday</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux and Apollo</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em><br/><hr/><br/>Very few people could get away with such a brazen gesture as the little Lux woman had given in that moment.  Such forwardness, a touch of the hand, upon her person, was something that beyond the walls of the club would have garnered a more fiery response.  But within the walls of the Carnival, such forwardness, such a bold action, only endeared her more to the woman.  There was a fire there...  This girl was no ordinary sheep, no meek little playtoy that had bored the siblings so often.  There was a spirit there...  A spirit that was strong, bold...  A spirit she was looking forward to testing.<br/><br/>Silence came from the woman known only as Artemis in those circles.  She let her brother talk, be the harbinger of things to come that evening.  Melodramatic as it may have seemed, it was simply the truth.  She didn't need to expound upon that.  Lee let her fingers do the talking.<br/><br/>There was no shame, no shyness.  Her manicured hand skimmed across the bare flesh of the girl's thighs, her nails grazing along the inner softness with a quiet, menacing fashion.  Along her inner thigh, Lee's finger tips raced, trailing up to the hot apex that eagerly awaited her.  On and on, never stopping, never showing any signs of hesitation.  A movement that spoke of some deep, inner knowledge of the girl.  As if she had already belonged to them for so long, an ordinary object that had been explored time and time again.<br/><br/>A finger pressed against the hot, moist flesh.  Her nail circled the girl's little nub of nerves, skimming along the softness of her labia before slipping within.  Gently the finger curled, gathering the arousal upon her digits as her brother continued to speak, before they were brought to her own lips, Lee tasting the evidence of the girl's excitement upon the tip of her tongue.<br/><br/>“Only that she's a delicious little thing.” Lee remarked, cleaning her finger with a long, stride of her tongue before once again dropping it down between the girl's thighs yet again.  Taking more of the girl's arousal upon her finger tips before offering them to her brother to taste.