<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Lauren_Budd_512.png)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael / Emmy</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Fully female.<br/>● Wearing white dress and heels.<br/>● Self confident.<br/>● Susceptible to Cloe's and Circe's thoughts<br/>    but can control the exposure via inner door,<br/>    which he is drawn to open.<br/>● Mmmm...  Pizza...  and limoncello...<br/>● Somewhat turned on.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Circe votes to stay, then leaves the table.  Not that I disagree; while I'm game for a roll in the hay, I don't feel an overwhelming urgency to do it right now, so postponing cubicular activities in favour of sampling what the establishment has to offer does not sound bad, as long as said activities do eventually happen.  It's probably feel differently about it if my inner door wasn't closed, and for a moment I toy with the idea of opening it a little before deciding that it is not a good idea.  If the Miss Anjela incident is anything to judge by, I could get so overcome with lust I'd jump them right here and now, audience be damned.  No, better not get the cops called on me.  Still, maybe just a teeny crack...?<br/><br/>My thoughts get interrupted by Circe's returning with drinks and intriguing news.   "Don't worry Circe, you know me, I'm not the one to object to hooking up with a good looking girl, and Wanda definitely fits the profile."  I turn my for a quick look and catch the hostess's stare.  Not sure what to do in such situations, I flash her a smile before turning back to my friends.  "Yea," I nod, at the suggestion that she's into me, "I can see that.  I can swear she was checking me out when I looked, but that Miss Anjela act, you know it wasn't really me, at least not anymore."  Unless I open the door, then I could be...  I blink.  Why am I getting these thoughts?  Shouldn't the door block magical influences, including attempts to bypass it?  It's not a compulsion or anything, so I can deal with it, but the distraction is mildly annoying.<br/><br/>There are some commotion noises from behind me but before I can turn to look, Chloe proposes a toast.  I reach for the drink and lift the glass to my face.  Yellow, cloudy, smelling of lemon.  What did Circe call it?  Limoncello?  I taste it gingerly and to my surprise find it very sweet, like a syrup.  I take a longer swig and almost spew it out in surprise when Circe casually mentions asking Wanda if she wants a 'taste' of me in the ladies' room, followed by Chloe murmuring something about a foursome.  "Uh," I feel my face blushing, "I kind of missing my usual equipment, and I'm not sure I know what to do with the one I got..."  Though this won't be a problem if I opened the door, I'd get so horny that it would no longer matter...  Ugh, stop!<br/><br/>Circe says that they wouldn't want me involved in anything that makes me uncomfortable, but the looks on their faces suggest that they consider 'uncomfortable' a pretty fluid concept.  They are my friends, and I trust them implicitly to have my back, but for some reason the thought of them taking advantage of the situation to push the limits doesn't bother me as much as it should have.</span>