<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Ailess</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong>Testing the Waters<br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>Work refusing to leave you alone?</strong>" said a voice from the doorway of the kitchen. There was no telling how long Lux had been there, but her slender body was casually leaning up against the large frame that lead into the kitchen. Her body was clothed in the traditional silky black robe, but leaving a large opening in the middle of her chest. She exposed the gentle curve of her smaller tits, and the robe barely graced across her curvy hips--coming down to her toned mid-thigh. The only other notable piece of clothing being the black wired mask covering the upper part of her face. Black wires wrapped around her face like lace, and her blue eyes pierced at him. Looking at his proper haircut, his own robe, and the steady stream of wine pouring inside of the glass.<br/><br/>"<strong>You know cell phones are supposed to stay in our lockers? Along with our clothes...</strong>" she said pulling herself off of the frame of the door and walking to the island that he was standing near. Her black high heels echoed on the tiled floors, but while most may have been admiring the fine architecture and modern appliances--Lux was focused on the new man. Was he fresh meat? Or did he always just appear at times that she wasn't around.<br/><br/>Lux had to admit that she was addicted to this place. To wandering around the halls with the amazing feeling of anonymity. No one would know her last name. No one would know what she did for living. The mask, while only covering part of her face, meant so much more. It was a chance to be the person inside of her, without having to worry about the social consequences of her image. Her hand eventually reached for a glass in a cabinet, any glass would do, and she took one step back to the counter. Placing it in front of Ailess as she said, "<strong>Would you be a gentleman and pour me a glass?</strong>" her voice mewed at him, her body absurdly close as her thigh, draped in silk, brushed across his own.<br/><br/>"<strong>And is that Japanese I heard you speaking? Or Korean? I can never tell the difference...</strong>" she continued to say, before tossing him another question before he could answer. "<strong>Are you new here? I'm Lux,</strong>" she continued, running her fingers through her wavy dirty blonde hair.