<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136439.msg6745689#msg6745689">Quote from: Latooni Subota on 11-08-2012, 22:51:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">At Bricen's inquiry Alice had turned to stare at him thoughtfully, as if almost remembering something, before commenting off-handedly. <strong>"Laplace? I don't know any Laplace. My name is . . . . Weston. Yes, that'll do."</strong><br/><br/>. . . That was the worst lie about your name ever. Ever! Apparently she didn't quite recognize Bricen. Perhaps she was too distracted by her overly sexy friend, as she dragged her off towards one of the rooms she had found. This one was surprisingly clean, with a decent bed, and was probably used by the leader of the bandits. Releasing Maribelle's hand once they were inside, she moved over to hop onto the bed, kicking off her little shoes.<br/><strong><br/>"Well, clearly it was an excuse. An excuse that has merit, but an excuse none the less! Now, it's time for more of the dancing!" </strong><br/><br/>The normally deadpan Alice had a bit of a twinkle in her eyes, and pulled out a small bag of coin from her robes, looking just a little bit excited. Then again, considering her reactions to Maribelle's dances so far, that was to be expected!<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>...Well, that was certainly a brazen statement for the young noble to make.  Between the small amount of excitement visible on her usually-deadpan face and the coin-purse in her hands, it was pretty clear what sort of situation she thought she was in.<br/><br/>"I don't think I appreciate what you're implying about me, young lady."  Clearly, Maribelle was going to have to do what she could to discourage that particular view.  Closing the distance between the two of them, she stood before Alice and stared down at her in what she hoped was an imposing manner.  Unfortunately, crossing her arms ruined the effect somewhat by drawing more attention to her chest than her face...  "I don't give out 'private dances', not for any amount of money.  But since you've gone to great lengths to get us alone together, I think it's about time I gave you that spanking I promised you."<br/><br/>And in a few seconds, Alice would quickly find herself laying across the dancer's lap while the other woman sat on the bed, pulling her skirt up in order to gain access for the upcoming spanking.  And then, the dancer's hand began to descend on that lovely, pale, exposed rear...