<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br/><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br/></span><hr/><br/>She scoffed with a smile as he asked about being born ready. "Only if you don't follow through." She said, a bit of a challenge twinkling in her eyes as he lifted her up and moved her to be the one on the couch. She didn't object to being moved about like this, she rather enjoyed it actually. The type of girl who willingly flung herself about all the time, she wasn't the type to complain when a stranger did it.<br/><br/>He was still a stranger after all. She'd never asked his name. She didn't need it. He could be the CEO of the most powerful company on earth, a movie star, a rock star, the prince of some small Alpine country, didn't matter, all she cared about was where his tongue was about to go. His fingers had the right idea, running along her rock-solid, but smooth and soft, thighs as if paving the trail. "Mmmmm." She let out a happy sigh as he massaged her, whether he intended to or not. Her muscles were always up for a rubdown, one of the many results of working them as hard as she did.<br/><br/>She lifted her hips up and pulled her g-string down in one smooth motion, lifting her bare foot through the hole hardly pulling them down. Olympic flexibility had its benefits. She let them fall aside as she spread herself for him.<br/><br/>"C'mon old man." She said. "We aren't dancing no more, show me what you got."