<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/e8/1c/78e81c239dea1f3c6ffbfdb6187d4872.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Autumn Lanche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13846241#msg13846241)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (https://i.imgur.com/PM9GIZX.jpg) (not wearing name tag)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Ballroom | Window/Corner<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ashleigh (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ashleigh's insults hadn't improved since high school. "Yeah, it makes perfect sense that I'd be a hooker<em>and</em>look like a homeless boy. No wonder I was able to score you, with your freaky kinks and weird taste." Autumn's voice droned on as usual, but the faintest hint of a smirk was evident along the edges of her lips. That smirk seemed to grow slightly as Ashleigh stepped a little closer and pressed a little more of herself against Autumn.<br/><br/>A display of lean, toned musculature flashed before Autumn, proving that she hadn't skimped out on arm day in quite some time. She had been working out, she nonchalantly stated. "Really...?" Autumn asked sarcastically. As if as much wasn't already obvious to the untrained eye. When her hand wound around the small of her back and coiled until it was planted against her hip, Autumn's eyes went slightly wide. It was as if neither girl was the least bit fazed about the numerous occupants in the room and how easily any of them could stare or drool at their close proximity and greedy hands.<br/><br/>"Oh, my line should have been 'wow, Ashleigh, what large muscles you have!'" With a strained voice, she tried to sound as feminine as possible, which really just made her sound slightly less dull. "You jumped the gun." Taking the compliment just as anyone would have expected her to, Ashleigh flaunted how much she agreed with Autumn's flattery, which just made the brunette roll her eyes and sigh out something of a huff.<br/><br/>A brow perked precariously at the confession that her former flame had been to prison. "How does one go to prison a little bit?" She asked, almost rhetorically, as her gaze narrowed. Yet, when Ashleigh started to speak about it - albeit, barely - Autumn decided to drop the subject. She didn't seem to want to rehash the past. Well, other than the past that involved them fucking each other. A climb of sharp nails along the back of her top caused Autumn's spine to shiver slightly, surely a reaction that an AI wouldn't be programmed to feel.<br/><br/>It was just as Ashleigh was working up an excuse to leave, that Autumn decided to regain the upper hand, with a little help from a droplet of alcohol. But that swipe of her fingertip was so much more than just an excuse to touch her lips. A whimper left her quietly, yet just audibly enough. Enough that it made Autumn's thighs tense as slickness started to collect against her black panties. The threat that followed was one Autumn knew not to question. She quickly set her drink down again - not wanting to spill it all over Ashleigh's dress. Actually, she wanted to. But that probably would have gotten her ass kicked.<br/><br/>"You're the bitch," she whispered back just as Ashleigh embraced her fully, squeezing her pert ass and crushing their heat sources together. Then, their lips were melded deeply, and passionately. Autumn's hands went to Ashleigh's sides, wrapping around her and tugging her even closer, so that the air between them no longer existed. All the while, her head tilted to the side, her tongue slipping beyond the breach of Ashleigh's lips and venturing within her mouth to taste, then wrestle hers into submission - or try to, anyway.<br/><br/>When the need for oxygen proved to be too much, Autumn pulled away and took in a sharp breath, her deep gaze blinking from Ashleigh's irresistible lips, to her smoldering gaze. She gulped audibly, then licked her own lips as if to collect all remnants of that kiss. "Well, you win." She conceded, pulling her hands away from her counterpart all at once, then hoisting them up high, showing her surrender. "Now, if you don't go off to apologize to someone else, you're going to wish you had. So, get going." Autumn turned to grab her drink, then slapped Ashleigh's ass with enough force that, hopefully, she'd teeter in those heels. With that, Autumn made to walk off. There were more windows to check.