<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>What choice to have but not to trust me, Ailess?</strong>" Lux said over the rim of her wine glass, as she took another sip. Smirking with a devious grin as she held it in front of her. Casually leaning back to look up at him. He was about average height, but still towered a few inches over Lux's petite frame. While Lux would have loved to play a battle of wits with him for an extended period of time, she quickly flickered her eyes back to his pocket. "<strong>Tell you what, lets make this easy for both of us,</strong>" she then insisted. Her glass moving to the counter chiming, and Lux held her hand out to him.<br/><br/>"<strong>You're here to relax? Right? It's way we pay this expensive dues and wear our masks. Drape ourselves in black silk, so we're nothing but carnal pleasures for our most intimate and darkest lewd fantasies,</strong>" Lux then nodded her head toward his pocket. "<strong>Give me your phone. Abandon your work. Your job will still be there when I'm done with you, but you may be a few ounces lighter,</strong>" Lux smirked and waited for him to give her his phone.<br/><br/>If he did, she would quickly make her way to the disposal in the sink. Dropping his phone in it and switching it on to hear the loud shredding, clanking, and shattering of the smartphone. "<strong>Remind me to tell Duchess to bill me for the damages,</strong>" Lux would triumphantly say.