<div class="floatleft">(https://gesiella.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/p007.jpg?w=500)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Violet "Vi" Abigail Leighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13070189#msg13070189)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: Evening | St. Clair Residence<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Bleeding Raven (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/da/97/ca/da97ca8db7b929a5f462a1e8194a6bb3.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Aric<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Busting the boys<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She nodded a bit as he rambled, cocking a perfectly-groomed brow, then chuckled softly.  "Oh...I didn't realize straight young men hot tubbed together naked.  But, I suppose you<em>do</em>steam together naked and there's all that locker room time, so perhaps it was bad of me to make assumptions.  Anyhow, I'm glad that you're not struggling with your sexuality, honey."  She absently patted his arm, then turned to head back inside, calling over her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Be sure to turn off the jets before you leave, darling.  Oh..."<br/><br/>She paused at his question and turned back a bit, tilting her head and shrugging one shoulder with a slight smile.  "Possibly, sweetheart, if<em>he</em>was the one who suggested the two of you get naked?  Or it might have been as innocent for him as it was for you.  You won't know if you don't ask."<br/><br/>She wiggled her fingers at him, then turned to head back into the house, stopping just inside the door to call back once more.  "I could smell the whiskey, Aric Vale.  If you leave here and get behind the wheel, you'll have much bigger concerns than whether another boy wants to have sex with you.  Understood?"<br/><br/>She waited for affirmation, then stepped fully into the house and closed the door behind her, dropping a hand to rub Bogart's ears soothingly.  "It's okay, baby, it was just some silly, drunk boys borrowing the hot tub.  You were such a good boy for Mommy, trying to chase the bad men away.  You deserve a treat."<br/><br/>She led the dog into the kitchen and removed half a cooked chicken breast from the 'dog' drawer in the fridge, popping the diced meat into the microwave for thirty seconds before bending to put the plate down on Bogart's mat.  As he went to town on the food, she wandered back through the dark house and up the stairs to her bedroom, fingers deftly finding and removing the bobby pins in her hair.  Amidst the Victorian opulence that starkly contrasted the bright colors and clean lines of the mid-century decor in the rest of the house, she removed her clothes with a sigh of relief.  Vi loved to dress up, it was one of her favorite things, but part of what made dressing up so wonderful was undressing at the end.  It was like dessert at the end of a meal.  She neatly put away her clothes and sat naked before her vanity to begin removing her make-up, purring in satisfaction as the soft, damp cloths gently caressed her face.