<div class="floatleft">(https://scontent-atl3-1.cdninstagram.com/vp/709c516a6870b93dee7b1c5d60ba5316/5D10B237/t51.2885-15/e35/1517143_1647303708848260_293808547_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.cdninstagram.com)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joanna Zipporah Batherson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665444#msg14665444)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third year gryffidor<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> muggle<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 in. / Pine / Rougarou hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> these pants and gloves, and a black spaghetti strap tank top (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2b/b7/88/2bb7885af9e43d0c654caf64d88624f5.jpg?b=t), <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3:00am | Saturday, July 13th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hotel Room in London<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, closed </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Joanna's body was still tingly and achy as she sat next to Curt. The street lights and scenery that they passed barely registered as she reflected on the night's events. Curt had asked her to help with another one of his shows. It was a request Joanna was happy to fulfill, especially after the experiences she'd had at the last one. The first invite had been a surprise for sure, but it opened up a whole new world to Joanna. It was a strange twisted place, that pushed boundaries and embraced what most would avoid. It was exciting and alluring in ways she couldn't explain. It was a place that embraced her wicked little quirks and made her feel less broken.<br/><br/>The first night Joanna knew she was a stand-in for the person Curt normally wanted there with him. Perhaps a distraction of sorts even, she wasn't the person he wanted but in some way, she was the person he needed at that time. It was a place Joanna could accept, as she never expected more from anyone. But that was a whole other can of turmoil. One she'd keep buried deep where no one else could see. The night they'd first hooked up was wild, but she knew that it was the alcohol in their systems that were partly to blame for that night. But tonight had been something they both looked forward to. Something she felt more a part of her, or as if she'd had a real place within it.<br/><br/>Curt was a friend, a kindred spirit of sorts, when it came to some things. But doing the shows with him made something inside of her awakening. It was something that was nearly impossible to put it into words. Curt thankfully seemed to understand what she'd tried to explain and was more than happy to help her explore her desires. And tonight they took the first step in doing that. Joanna had performed her first suspension.<br/><br/>At first, she felt the all to familiar shame that came when anyone saw her back. And though it was not fully exposed the idea of it still had Joanna praying for the world to just swallow her whole for a moment. Thankfully Curt had been there, he guided her through it and eased her through every step. Joanna could already feel her nerves running on high before the hooks even pierced her skin. The pain had been brief, nothing compared to anything she'd already endured. Yet even if it had been, it all seemed to fall away the moment her feet left the ground.<br/><br/>She hung loosely, gravity attempting yet failing at dragging her back down to earth. The crowd had been entertained, but Joanna didn't really register any of them. She just listened to Curt and fell into the experience. He'd spun her body some, allowed her to swing about. Her whole body came alive as a rush of sensation worked through all of her nerve endings. It spread like a wildfire and caused every part of her to ache and tingly all at the same time. A strange bit of laughter slipped free every few moments as excitement and happiness bubbled up from deep within her. Joanna was still buzzing when they finally let her down, her whole body felt shaky and alive. She couldn't help but kiss Curt when he slipped in close to steady her. "Thank you." she softly spoke before a real smile played over her features.<br/><br/>By the time they'd reached the hotel, Joanna could feel the adrenaline wavering somewhat. Her back throbbed lightly, her skin still felt odd after the hooks were removed. Curt explained that part of the strange sensation was the air escaping from under the skin. She didn't argue when he sent her to the room first. The idea of kicking off her shoes and collapsing sounded good at that moment. She left the door cracked, so Curt could just slip in and flopped on the end of the bed just as her legs felt as if they were about to give. Joanna reached up and ruffled her hair, looking over to the mirror that was across the room from the bed. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was a mess, and she looked like a touch of hell. But instead of turning away she just laughed and let down her hair. The long red locks fell down around her shoulders in wild waves as she ruffled it lose.<br/><br/>Her attention shifted as Curt came trotting into the room and placed his showcase down. Joanna was confused by his concern at first. She wasn't used to anyone seeing to her needs at all. But she finally smiled softly, "Yeah I have the shaky part down." she laughed softly, "Water be great, I guess a snack...I don't know. I..." she shook her head, "I don't feel sick though, and bit light head maybe. Kind of floaty...if that makes sense?" Joanna tried to explain what she was feeling at the moment. "Sorry," she shook her head and apologized for reasons she wasn't even sure about herself.