<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/s_Women_Short_red_hairstyle_zpsd5060ea2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Jasmine Whispers (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1163893)</strong></span><br/>Place:  The afterlife?<br/>Time:  In the dark of the nightr last she knew<br/>Tagging:  New friends, Sena<br/><br/><em>Wisp let out a sultry moan.  She tended to do that whenever she was having very very interesting dreams, though she didn't actually believe that she did so and had come to assume that any report of inviting moans were little more than Sera-fiction.  Still, she moaned.  <br/><br/>About three minutes after her moan, the woman began lethargically stirring, squirming about beneath the midnight silk and trying to drive the haze of magically induced slumber from her mind.  As she collected her consciousness about her, she took in herself and her surroundngs.  Still naked... </em>of course<em> she was still naked.  This was worse than the time she had been somehow convinced to play strip poker belowdecks... it had taken her half the following day to win any of her clothes back, and of course she kept having to wager more and more embarrassing ante's to keep herself from losing her shift just the instant she got it back on...<br/><br/>She looked around.  There was an aristocratic- well, a woman who gave off an aristocratic aire anyway, sneaking about stark naked gripping nothing but a pillowcase didn't exactly scream good breathing, but somehow Wisp still got that impression from her.  Regardless, there was a woman apparently trying to sneak up on the doorway, whereas everyone else seemed to still be in slumberville.  Wisp smiled slightly.  This meant that few if any of them had been able to gawk at her helpless form and, while most had very quickly begun to display a comfort with their own nudity, Wisp had always believed there was a power in coyness and she quite liked the idea of being sought and wondered about by her compatriots.<br/><br/>Reaching down, the woman gripped one of the satin drapes and wrapped it about herself tying it at the neck and then making a second knot beneath one armpit, creating a makeshift robe (toga) which revealed the nothingness below it every time her right leg stepped forward but, other than these flashes of hip, thigh, and perhaps a smidge of sideboob, did an adequate job of preserving her modesty.  <br/><br/>Wisp then scanned the room, assured herself that Sena was both present and breathing, and then slowly stood upright, moving over to the door to see what the naked aristocrat was discovering.  As she approached, she wasn't really sure what to do or say... she was always terrible and meeting people!  Eventually, she settled on the time-honored and deeply insightful.</em>"Hi."