<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>at Isis'<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis<br/><br/><strong>Content:</strong>Breakfast negotiations<br/><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>skirt (http://hottopic.scene7.com/is/image/HotTopic/10019625_hi?wid=1360); tights (https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQvKIbV6Xeikf_mcu8KpvvRsB0mkYqTLezHPY4Rn7bkiuDQHBsk); turtleneck (http://cached.bensilver.com/RS/SR/Product/61/hlj-a_R.jpg); jacket (http://anf.scene7.com/is/image/anf/anf_71842_01_prod1?$productMain-anf$); boots (http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/8/9/8/0/webimg/442425188_o.jpg); choker. (http://passionforprying.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/8ba786d6ddfd034b8f7583edcdd69c8d.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Not surprisingly, Eiryn had deft hands, passing stuff with  a minimum of fuss, and quick-scrubbing the potatoes before passing them over. The whole time, she watched Isis' hands and face while she cooked, laughing at last. "You ain't kidding girl. Ma does it all that exact same way. I always burned the damn potatoes, so she banished my scrawny ass form the kitchen." Scooping up the plates, she set them on a better eating surface, and tried to ignore Isis' flirting. With little success.<br/><br/>Pleasure before business- she nibbled a couple of bits of potato and a sizable slug of omelette before answering, using the same compact, precise motions. "Need to check the schedule at Eden. I may be tendin' bar tonight. Would you be up for a late night, if I am?  Otherwise, yeah, after you get off'd be fine." A tiny bit of egg escaped as she grinned. "Damn, that's good. I hope your coffee's as good as your food. If it is, I'm likely gonna be supporting you. Anyway..."  Back to the food for a minute, clearly thinking. "Got a couple of pose concepts I want to try out. I've got prop clothes at the loft." Almost apologetically, she said, "Not the first live model I've used, you know?" Then she grimaced.<br/><br/>"And since everyone<em>always</em>asks, yeah, I've fucked one or two of 'em, too. So there's all that prurient interest out of the way. Not like it's a job requirement, just happens some times, you know?"