<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>Great Room, Lower Level</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Apollo (M) and Artemis</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><hr/><br/>The chill of the air conditioned room met her peachy skin and goosebumps trickled across her chest, but Lux would not flinch. In fact, her grin would grow wider. Holding back a cooing moan from the electric sensations sparking in-between her thighs. The robe hand loosely, defeated next to her body, but would it have even shown a fight? Maybe Lux would find that she was a sheep herself. She felt that a black sheep would suit her, and so she offered her body as collateral. Breasts just barely the size of handfuls, pert brown nipples pointing directly at her choice for the evening, and a complete lack of underwear. Instead was a smaller groomed triangle, angled down toward the soft slit of her cunny.<br/><br/>"<strong>I do,</strong>" she cooed to the question about games. Her pearly white teeth exposed just for a moment, to bite on her bottom lip. Almost as if she was holding back from something. From grabbing the woman's cheeks, pursing them in-between her fingers, and forcing a hard, blunt kiss on her deliciously alive lips. Except intimidation was holding her back, which was something that Lux was not accustomed to. The challenged brought a burst of energy through her body, and while she knew she, too, could reach out and unravel the jewel in-front of her. She didn't.<br/><br/>"<strong>I do love games, but games with a good surprise?</strong>" she took another step closer toward her. The gap void between them. Her hard nipples feeling the silk of her robe stimulating her nerves. Her hand went to her collarbone, trailing it down the slit of her robe. Pushing the fabric aside as she teased to take a look, but she never did. She withdrew her hand and instead placed it on the woman's bottom lip. Her well manicured nail dragging across the soft texture, the warmth of her breath so close to her finger. So tempting...<br/><br/>But she pulled her finger away, slipping it to her side as she ran the same finger under the curve of her breast. Tracing as she pensively waited to respond, "<strong>What sort of game do you have in mind?</strong>" she tilted her head with a grin, her wavy dark blonde locks now untucked from behind her ears, as her piercing blue eyes scanned her face. The sensation of another pair of eyes still upon her. What sort of mysteries did this woman have? What was this wolf about to uncover?<br/>