<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fcbZu04.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Chloe Andersen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16025956#msg16025956)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Inside, kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Leopard-print lightweight jacket, tan short sleeve T-shirt, hip-hugging distressed jeans, belt, black laced matching bra and underwear,<del>boots, and socks</del>,<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>: none<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Arthur<br/><hr/>Seriously!?  Was she just that easy to read or was Arthur really that in-tune with her wants and desires.  She wanted to believe that it was the later, even though she guessed it was the former.<br/><br/>White teeth indented upon her plump pink lips as she mulled over the "decision".  Blue eyes followed his gaze to the bedroom.  That<em>was</em>the reason they were all there, at this party, wasn't it?  Though, they hadn't even played a dozen hands, yet.  And if Izzy was on the call that Chloe thought she was on, then their chaperone could be busy for quite awhile.  As BFF, didn't it become her responsibility to watch out for Iz's belongings - primarily the house.<br/><br/>Chloe didn't really think any of the guests would be destructive, or try to steal anything.  Emma, though, was likely just a few drinks away from puking in the pool, or falling over and breaking something - hopefully nothing important, or painful.  It wasn't really fair to leave that whole responsibility of keeping the beautiful make-up artist in-tact solely on Johnathan's broad shoulders.  Right?<br/><br/>She looked back at Arthur, and it felt like any resolve she'd been mustering simply melted away.  She could feel his desire against her belly, and it was definitely beckoning to life her own lust-filled desires deep within her core.<br/><br/>If she was going to make an actual thought-out decision it needed to be quick.  She could already feel her willpower to go against her own lust begin to crumble.<br/><br/>With a gentle chuckle,<strong>"You <em>are</em> bold."</strong>She said to him with fondness in her voice.<br/><br/>Her hands unlocked from behind his neck.  As she pulled her right back toward her, her fingers lightly grazed his cheek.<strong>"As tempted as I am, and I <em>am</em> tempted, I think I need to keep an eye on the party for a little while longer.  Emma seems to be at that point where a strong gust of wind could send her crashing down on that table out there."</strong>She smiled softly and took a half step away.  She nearly instantly missed the warmth of his body.<br/><br/><strong>"Besides, we'd be cheating if we skipped all the steps to earn our way to the bedroom."</strong>There was a glint of a challenge in her blue eyes.  She should really make him work just a little bit harder.  Even if this was a sex party - the poker game was a lie - she shouldn't be super easy.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll make a deal with you, though.  I'll lose a piece of clothing every time you do.  And vice versa?"</strong>Her smile widened with her challenge.  Those were the rules, after all.  Right?  Lose all your clothes and then go to the bedroom with whomever else was in the same predicament.  A little coordination and cooperation wasn't exactly cheating.  Right?  Who knows, maybe with a little luck they'd have a third join them - just to spice it up a bit more.