<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preparing for the Quidditch World Cup Final<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne’s brows skyrocketed when she observed Devon’s reaction to her demand for his shirt. He looked surprised, to say the least. And just as she thought he was going to protest her demand – not a request – he instead followed her to the bathroom and stepped inside just before she shut the door.<br/><br/>It was a good thing he didn’t take much longer, because Corinne was about to start tapping her shoe impatiently. She didn’t like to be kept waiting very long. In fact, typically, she was the one who made others wait for her. Thankfully, once he stepped in the bathroom, Devon was quick to remove his jacket.<br/><br/>Sealing themselves into the secluded bathroom’s privacy, Corinne watched from the door with her arms folded. He pulled his fitted jersey over his head, which messed up his hair and smudged his facepaint a bit. He held the shirt out to her and looked to be defiant as he inquired if she was satisfied.<br/><br/>“No,” Corinne answered quickly, without much thought. It was the truth, though. “I’m not satisfied. I’m actually quite unsatisfied.” She remarked, emphasizing the word that she chose to use to describe how she was really feeling. Thinking back to Ibrahim and the rejection she felt from her boyfriend, Corinne had to admit it; she was sexually frustrated.<br/><br/>But in that moment, something about Devon’s messy hair and his surprisingly sculpted arms drew Corinne to one possible conclusion. Without another word, she took the shirt from him and hung it on the wall beside them, before stepping closer and getting into his personal space. Her hands grabbed hold of his tank and gripped the fabric as she pulled him in and pressed her lips against his, hungrily.