<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/K01L4x7.jpg?1)</div><strong>7pm: Fucking@Home Oral Session</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thanks miss, I really enjoyed that. Do you mind if I come again sometime?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Certainly! And it can be in the mouth or...somewhere else next time."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>10pm: Fucking@Home, Vaginal Session</strong><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Nazoli could recognize the signs of climax, not least of which was the dildo... throbbing... and shooting something warm and sticky inside her!?<br/><br/>When the woman pulled out, Nazoli had a chance to inspect the toy again - it wasn't your everyday piece of solid rubber, but contained a tube to shoot mystery liquids into unwitting partners. Somebody's idea of a practical joke... Her client was too drunk to acknowledge or deny anything if questioned. It was a wonder at all that she managed to redress herself before she left.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The escort's body tensed up at the feeling of warm, gushing fluid inside her, even as her eyes widened in shock.<br/><br/>"Ah crap, now I may need to get tested."<br/><br/>Her client left a generous tip, but it was not much consolation for the unexpected surprise.<br/><br/>Last she left AbadarMart, her credit rating hovered around a 26. But after this session, it was 34. A slight increase.<br/><br/>"Whelp, let's hope I have more success club hopping!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Fort Save 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=109226)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>12:30am: Aeternal Aegis</strong><br/><br/>"Thank you, darling!" Nazoli said with some accentuated sweetness as the bouncer let her in. But internally her mantra was<em>16 credits. All I need for tonight are 16 credits.</em><br/><br/>The club's medieval theme held no old world resonance for Nazoli; centuries ago a conclave of sapient sea serpents held sway over much of Agelleves XIV. Her people were subject to foreign rule during their Middle Ages, and in lieu of knights and nuns they had Whale-Riders and Abyss-Chanters. The place may as well have reflected yet another variety of alien architecture part of the Absalomian cultural quilt.<br/><br/>In spite of her earlier fears, Nazoli couldn't help but enjoy herself a bit. The pulse-pounding music and the festiveness of the club kept folks in relatively high spirits. She dared not spend a single credit at the bar when she could easily get someone else to buy her a drink. Instead her first order of business was to hit the<strong>dance floor</strong>and attract attention. Her streetwalker outfit brought attention to all the right places, and she would easily feel anybody who chose to dance close to her.<br/><br/>The strobe lights reflected off of her silvery-white hair and dark body as she gyrated in a mesmerizing manner. Blood pumping, body heating up, Nazoli felt the unseen presence of Agellesian bards from days long past inspiring her to dance. And any man or woman whose gaze lingered just a bit longer on her performance she moved closer towards, continuing the age-old game that practiced by all species who sought to continue their line.<br/><br/>But even as she went with the flow, Nazoli kept her eyes open for her intended marks: Scars, the orderliness of a soldier's mindset, the sense of fatalistic bliss that only warriors fresh from war had when they got a slice of reprieve.