<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Emmaq6.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Emma Qvigstad<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Free Use<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Gokkun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Masako, at the club<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her nose was down in her device as she scanned the Pleasure Heights crowd on the matchmaker app. "Here's something," she told the gyaru girl huddled with her in the sensual light. They both could have come from the high school, faux sophistication in chic slender-frame fashions, nervous chatterbug whispers in each other's ears, conspicuously without drinks in a club. "Looking for good times, like, what does that mean?"<br/><em>"It means fun girls, you're a fun girl. Which one?" </em><br/>"Over by the bar, the blonde, right?"<br/><em>"Farmer's tan?" </em><br/>"No, the... legs crossed, in the suit."<br/>A moment of awe.<em>"Oh my GOD. You've got to go talk to her." </em><br/><br/>Emma was physically pushed. It took a few steps stumbling on her heels to regain her composure, slip her phone away in a professional woman handbag, and put on her rosy-cheeked smile.<br/>"Masako, right? Looking for a good time, that's you?" She claimed a seat next to Ms. Sabreheim. "Yeah, I like to take a load off from work here. It's totally hot, but it's hopping all the time, and who knows what they really want? There's like gambling and soaking and massage and spankings and hardcore flicks, crazy. If you sit by the stage, over there, you get like a constant parade of stripper snatch while you work on your screenplay or whatever."<br/><br/>"You know what P.H. has that's really underrated?" She leaned in over the table and framed her hands around a cute little idea. "Pussy eating class. How good is that? Everyone should take it. But I've been, I dunno, intimidated. What if there's like, weirdos in there, we don't know. It would be super cool to go with someone else."