The Futalarette
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				Title: <strong>The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 21:53:47</strong>
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				Still accepting players: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=176426.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=176426.0)<br>Futanari misstress Lady Shiyo is ready to take a bride, and several lucky ladies have come to compete for her.<br>The girls will be judged on appearance, personality, fashion, cosplay, housework, hobbies, presentation, and finally sex, with Shiyo herself as the judge and making the decision as to who will stay and who will go.<br><br>The event is taking place in Shiyos own mansion, which has 3 floors. one the first floor is of course the foyer as well as the servants quarters, an exercise room with facilities for gymnastics, wheight lifting, and martial arts, the ball room, dining hall and kitchen in the east wing. the second floor has 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a lounge, a game room and a study. the library takes up the first and second floor of the west wing. the third floor holds the master bedroom and bath, the music room, the reading room which connects to the library, and access to the clock tower.<br><br>Outside the mansion are expansive gardens and a large greenhouse, as well as a large pool with 3 diving boreds of diffrent heights<br><br>The misstress of the mansion and current Futalarette is Shiyo Ame. A futanari who is the city's judge. She is a Buxom women with wide hips,muscular build and a thick frame, a large butt, and plump thighs. She is well known for her career and talants in martial arts and music, as well as being of the third gender
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 22:32:44</strong>
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				Mary sighed as she walked up to the huge and luxurious mansion. Apparently her "so called friend" had signed her up to be on "The Futalarette" without her consent. She once again been bullied by another person, though this was probably the worst result so far. The only reason the lithe girl still was going with this is she had found that the futalarette , Shiyo Ame, was a judge and that in turn caused the meek, brown-haired girl to be worried about legal trouble. Mary entered the mansion, dressed in her purple blouse and blue skirt, submitting to her fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 23:46:03</strong>
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				It was time to do it. After getting in the contest on a dare, Melissa Wolf waited to see if she would have been accepted or not. Fortunately, she was. Now was the time to shine!<br><br>Dressed in urban camo patterned fatigues, the tall, well toned hermaphrodite made her way to the mansion. Once she arrived, she was amazed at the view... She knew that this lady Shiyo was wealthy, but between knowing and seeing, there is a whole world.<br><br>Before entering, she reviewed her situation and gear. Spare clothes, including a few outfits more "elegant" than fatigues: check. Toiletries kit: check. Science books, realistic spy thrillers: check. All clear, she just had to actually do this. Still, she couldn't just cast away the shadow of self-doubt and fear that loomed over her head...<br><br>She made her way into the room where she was supposed to be waiting until the contest truly begun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 00:01:05</strong>
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				Natalie was next to arrive, the gorgeous (and quite stacked, one must say) redhead clad in her finest tanktop and jeans. Always dressing casual, this one. Bag over one shoulder, grin on her lips, she excitedly headed up the steps of the mansion and through the door. On the other side she almost ran directly into another woman.<br><br>"Scoot your booty, cutie," said Natalie, pinching Melissa on the ass. She grinned at the other gal as she brushed past, eyes widening at the enormity of the manse. "Damn. If nothing else, we get to stay in a swanky mansion!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 00:20:44</strong>
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				As Melissa was focused on the task at hand, another of the contestant arrived and surprised her by pinching her on the ass. After taking a few seconds to truly process the event, she walked back to the newcomer. She didn't want to let her walk all over her before the contest even begun after all.<br><br>"You know, it's called "personal space" for a reason. I don't remember giving you access to mine. So in the future, please refrain from this kind of intrusions. It could get you in trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 00:33:52</strong>
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				Natalie blinked and stared at Melissa a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing. She lightly patted the other woman on the shoulder, a smirk on her lips, "Okay hon, settle down. There's no need to have a stick up your ass about a cheeky little greeting. Besides, you're in a contest to find out which one of us a lady wants to bang the most, so why don'cha dial it back a notch and relax?" <br><br>Natalie grinned and stuck out her hand, "C'mon, be nice. I'm Natalie. You are?" She was trying to be friendly despite the icy reception. Maybe if she bombed out here the cute asian girl would be friendlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 00:48:29</strong>
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				Shiyo heard laguhter and talkign from the foyer, and knew that her guests had arived. Wearing a purple knee lenth dress with short sleeves she left the large master bedroom and walked down the staris to the second floor and looked down at her potential wives below, though it wasn't the full group it was a group none the less. "hello everyone" she greeted them "I'm glad to you all could make it, I'm Lady Shiyo, I'll be looking forward to your...performaces. Any qeustions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:00:17</strong>
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				Maria jumped a bit as she was caught off guard as she heard a voice. The quarreling of the other two girls had masked her footsteps. She turned around to see a muscular, buxom women wearing a short-sleaved, purple dress looked down at them from the stairs. It was Shiyo Ame, the town judge and the owner of this grand and luxurious mansion. "Y-Yes, I h-have two of them..Wh-Where d-do we sleep....and wh-what is the f-first challange?...." The meek girl said. Lady Shiyo's stunning beauty and the current situation weren't really helping her keep her composure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:03:34</strong>
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				"Maybe you didn't get me the first time. Keep. Out. Of. My. Personal. Space. Until. I. Allow. You. To. Get. In." She said coldly.<br><br>Her display of twitchyness was interrupted by Lady Shiyo's arrival.<br><br>"Hello Ma'am." Said Melissa in a lighter tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:09:50</strong>
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				Tara arrived only shortly after the rest of the group, but hadn't yet entered the mansion. She was a late entry into the contest, and only fate saw her accepted. She ran up the stairs, her soft shoes making silent thumps against the concrete, and entered the room where the other ladies were waiting, only to find that Lady Shiyo had arrived. <em>Crud. Showing up late and she knows it...</em> She thought. <br><br>Another girl asked where they were staying and sleeping at, so Tara kept silent and tried to stay out of sight for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:14:31</strong>
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				Natalie retracted her hand and put it up to her mouth, trying her best to muffle laughter and snickering. She was one of those types, when people started yelling and getting mad she couldn't help but laugh. Especially now, at Melissa flipping out for no reason, then suddenly acting prim and proper when the host appeared.<br><br>Natalie settled down and cleared her throat, motioning to the meek asian cutie, "Yeah, what she said. Same questions." The redhead grinned a little and let her eyes roam the lovely Lady. She certainly liked what she saw, that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:35:20</strong>
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				"To answer your qeustions," the misstress told them after the last guest entered, "you see the rooms to my right? those will be your bedrooms, your free to pick whichever you like or arrange the furniture diffrently." She had planned to explain this to them anyway, the rooms were origninaly for her staff, but her guests should be comfortable. "While I'm on it" she montioned to the doors behind her "this is the lounge, this is where you will spend your free time, if you go anywhere else in the mansion when we are not having a challenge you will be monitered by staff"<br>She paused to gather her breath.<br>"as for the first test, it isn't one really, just some one on one interveiws so that I may know you better, is there anyone who wants to go first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:42:42</strong>
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				Natalie's hand shot up and she grinned, "I'll go first. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, eh?" The redhead quipped, stepping away from the other ladies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:49:28</strong>
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				Tara didn't mind. She had bags to move into her room anyway, so someone else going first was great to her. She nodded her agreement, then went and grabbed her bags of clothing and other things before going to the rooms and picking a random one. She was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts right now, which for now would probably work out. Things were low key now, it would heat up later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 01:55:07</strong>
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				"Very well, everyone else you may pick and prepare your rooms or rest in the louge, if any of you are hungry dinner will be ready in a few hours, the maids can provide you with tea or coffee if you request" she infromed the other girls. "come with me." shyio told the redhead, admiring her eargerness and confidence, she headed inside the study keeping the door open for her guest in a prim and proper manner 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 02:02:25</strong>
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				Natalie found a spot to set her bag for now, then smiled and waved to the other ladies before following their hostess' lead. She walked through the open door into the study, giving Shiyo a great look at the way her jeans hugged her round ass as she strolled by. Natalie had always liked the way she looked in jeans. Less so in dresses. <br><br>"Great place you've got here. I bet you could practically get lost in a mansion like this," said Natalie.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 02:11:42</strong>
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				Shiyo took a gander at the redheads ass, knowing she was allowing it. she left the door ajar before taking "Yes, i had to make map when I frist moved" Shiyo chuckled "so tell me about yourself, I assume you the type who seeks thrills?" she asked, reveiwing her mental notes and recalling her letter to join.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 02:13:34</strong>
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				Maria listened to Lady Shiyo's answers to the question of her and Natalie. Personal interviews? The meek girl would be putty in the judge's hands. She gave a small sigh of relief as Natalie volunteered to go first though. She then walked inside the room next to Tara's choice. When she opened her bag, she had quite a shock. In her panic throughout the past week, Maria had only managed to pack a pair of purple pajamas and a blue toothbrush. What was she going to do now?! Everything was failing to go according to plan as usual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 02:32:23</strong>
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				Natalie laughed, "Yeah, that's me! Life is for enjoying, y'know? Most people just get up, go to work or school, go home, eat, then go to bed. Over and over and over. I got bored of that by the time I was, like, ten. So I try to make every day fun." She grinned a bit, "I mean, that's kinda why I'm here. I've certainly never met a woman with a cock before. It's exciting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 02:43:05</strong>
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				Shiyo chuckled "well, you'll certainly get a lot of excitment in that regard, I like to be dominate" she told her "but there's plenty of excitement to find elsewhere around the mansion, i'm sure you'll be pleased."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 03:09:05</strong>
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				Natalie grinned, setting a hand on her hip. "I'm sure you have plenty excitement for all of us in store, Miss Shiyo. Though I hope you'll understand I'm most looking forward to the more 'intimate' activities you have planned."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 03:12:03</strong>
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				"Of course, me too" shiyo told her, "i feel that's enough for now, go ahead and ask soemone else to come,&nbsp; want to ge tto know everyone before supper"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 03:55:11</strong>
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				Natalie smiled, "Sure, no problem." She winked at Shiyo and then stepped out of the room. The redhead grinned at her fellow contestants, "I'm still in one piece! She does bite, but just a friendly nibble," she laughed, "Who's up next?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:01:36</strong>
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				Maria came out of her room with a sigh as she heard Natalie call out for the next person. She would have to beg Lady Shiyo for replacement clothing and underwear. The troubled girl walked over to Ms. Ame's study and stepped inside, taking a seat. "S-S-So...wh-what q-questions do you h-have for me?......" Maria asked in her usual meek manner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:10:53</strong>
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				Shiyo eye'd the nervous girl before her. "jsut tell me about yourself is all, and don't be worried, everythign in here will be confidental"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:20:28</strong>
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				"O-Ok..." Said Maria, starting her "blurb". "I am twenty years old. I love b-books. I am also an o-otaku and a large n-nerd. I'm v-very sh-shy as you c-can see." She said, adjusting her glasses. She continued to spout out more facts from her sexuality to the cute mole on her right butt cheek. The meek girl then took a moment to catch her breath. "W-Would it be r-rube to a-ask a favor of you?....." Maria asked desperately. She couldn't deal with that little of clothing. The meek girl might start to smell with more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:26:56</strong>
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				Shiyo nodded along as the girl told her everythign about herslef, not once qestioning why such a shy perosn would be so open, perhaps honesty was her courage? "yes, of course, what do you need?" shiyo responded to her reqeust
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:31:34</strong>
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				In truth, Maria had blurted everything out due to the fact of how very scared she was. It was also the fact that th town's judge was asking her a question and talk about things. "W-Well you see....." The meek girl went on to explain how bag was very under-packed and all she had was her purple pajamas and her electric toothbrush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:34:05</strong>
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				"that is troublesome" the misstress said, "i'll have a maid purchase some clothes that fit you, If you have any other requests let me know, i spare no expense for my guests" Shiyo assured her
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:38:47</strong>
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				"Th-Thank you s-so much, L-Lady Shiyo." She said, thankful for her kindness. "I h-have n-no other requests..." Said Maria. The meek girl hoped the clothes weren't too skimpy. "D-Do you h-have any m-more questions you would l-like to a-ask?...." She asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:43:54</strong>
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				"your very welcome," Shiyo said "no, that's all i need to know, let someone else know they can come in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 04:48:59</strong>
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				"O-Ok." Maria said, walking out of the judge's study and back to her room. Before she stepped inside, she called out Tara for her turn. The meek girl then stepped inside her room sitting on the bed. She was truly grateful that Lady Shiyo had accepted her plea for new clothes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:19:41</strong>
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				Tara smiled and headed up to Lady Shiyo's study. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ma'am. My apologies for arriving late." She said, offering a small bow. "So, what would you like to know about me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:38:10</strong>
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				"it's nice to meet you as well, and there's no trouble with being late, as long as showed up for this I would have been fine" shiyo told, "so just tell me about yourself, be a shonest as you like"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:43:13</strong>
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				Tara nodded. "Well, I suppose I should at least mention that I am a hermaphrodite, like you." Tara said. "I also am currently taking a quarter off from college, and I've taken a part time job to get my loan debt under control. I'm studying to become a surgeon, to help people-I guess I'm something of a heroic idealist." Tara said. "I figured I'd try my hand at this challenge, just to see what I can do when there's something at stake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:49:10</strong>
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				"well, that's quite noble of you, i wish you luck." shiyo said "I'm also aware of your gender, you their can tell a gril from a herm by their posture and walking, unless they tuck it away underneith"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:55:14</strong>
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				Tara nodded in agreement. She hadn't thought of how her walk would give away her gender. "Hmm, perhaps you can teach me how to walk like a lady? I never thought about my posture, really." She smiled. "Is that, perhaps, one of the tests?" She asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 06:05:48</strong>
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				"I could tell you how in whenever you like, but you don't have to learn it if your not ashamed of it" shiyo informed, though leaving the option open, "though i'm curious, if you don't mind me asking, are you a full herm or a half-blood, one without balls?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 06:16:05</strong>
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				Tara giggled at the question. "Full herm, my dear. I was believe to be a male when I was adopted by my loving mothers." She smiled at that, which let Shiyo know that she was raised by lesbian parents.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 06:26:00</strong>
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				shiyo gigled "that's kinda of story is more common then most people think, you'd think thaty would check just to sure," shiyo said "did the give you a male name?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 06:29:32</strong>
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				"Originally, yes." Tara said. "But when my...woman parts developed, they changed my name, legally, to Tara, and changed my gender status to female. It was easy, turns out the government really doesn't care about that too much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 06:39:34</strong>
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				"yes, the legal world isn't much concerned with what people have in their pants." shiyo told her "well, I think i've ehard enough, if keep talking about this i'm going to...frisky" shiyo said, givng Tara an indirect advance
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 07:14:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara smiled. Now was a chance to tease her. "I will remember that for next time. As for now, I think I will take my leave." Tara walked out briskly, and called for the final girl to enter. She walked back to her room and decided to sprawl out and relax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 17:26:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa took the opportunity that other were going before her to try to calm down. Even before the contest, she was already facing quite the challenge. She would take the last available room, put her gear in it for now, and try to read a bit. And then, it was time to get to it. She was being called for her interview. She waited for a sign to take a seat.<br><br>"Good day, ma'am. My name is Melissa Wolf, pleased to meet you. I'm ready to answer your questions."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 19:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After stashing her stuff in an empty room, Natalie decided to meet some of the other contestants. The Ice Queen was right out, since she didn't seem receptive to anything but being rude. The cute asian girl seemed to be having a personal crisis, so she figured she'd better not bother her. That left the other girl, Tara. Natalie knocked twice on the other woman's door, then pushed it open with a smile, "Knock knock! Hey there." The redhead grinned and wiggled her digits in a little greeting as she walked inside the room. "I'm Natalie. Just thought I'd come in and say 'hey', or whatever. Get to know the competition. Learn your weaknesses so I can exploit them and get you eliminated," she teased, winking playfully. Natalie extended her hand, "Nice to meet you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 19:51:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara hadn't been expecting anyone to knock on her door already, but went to open it anyway. And then she just opened the door anyway. <em>Rude little lady.</em> Tara thought. She stayed silent as the girl-Natalie-said her piece. She stayed silent for a moment longer, in an effort to make Natalie worried, then smiled and reached out her hand. "I'm Tara. Good to meet you." She said, shaking Natalie's hand. "You won't learn much about my weaknesses here, I'm afraid you'll have to learn them when we compete." She flashed a deviant smile, as if she knew something Natalie didn't. "But we can certainly enjoy each other's company for now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 20:00:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalie blinked. She was indeed worried for a moment, there. Worried that she was the only friendly person with a sense of humor around here. Thankfully, Tara was just pulling her leg. She laughed and smiled, squeezing the other woman's hand, "Shoot. Well, it was worth a shot! Maybe the first event will be mud wrestling and I can get'cha in a headlock and get it outta ya." The redhead grinned and made a scary face, "Grr!" She snickered. "So what're you going to do until the first.. event, or whatever?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 21:13:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=176529.msg8378912#msg8378912">Quote from: Soveliss on 11-06-2013, 17:26:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Melissa took the opportunity that other were going before her to try to calm down. Even before the contest, she was already facing quite the challenge. She would take the last available room, put her gear in it for now, and try to read a bit. And then, it was time to get to it. She was being called for her interview. She waited for a sign to take a seat.<br><br>"Good day, ma'am. My name is Melissa Wolf, pleased to meet you. I'm ready to answer your questions."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"hello" Shiyo greeted the last interveiwee "no questions really, just tell me about yoursef, you can start wherever you like." the misstress remembered what she could of the others, now she needed one last person to fill the sheet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 22:16:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa took a deep breath, before talking about herself.<br><br>"Well, I am 20 years old, I often dress in fatigues outfits, I tend to try to get a camo that matches the environment where I go, I very much like reading, I study sciences at the university, I am taking a Krav Maga course as an extracurricular activity, I strive to be among the best in everything I do, and I enjoy spicy food. I also happen to have the attributes of a man and a woman."<br><br>Melissa looked well-assured as she started talking about herself, but when she mentioned her studies and extracurricular courses, she started shifting herself to the sides on her chair, and at her last sentence, she was very visibly fidgeting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 22:30:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				shiyo smiled and nodded as she listened to Melissa describe herself, notably her affection for fatigues, practice of krav maga, and her gender. "I see I see," shiyo said, "I'm a practioner of martail arts myself, though i've yet to meeet someone who does Krav Maga, it's an Isreial style isn't it?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 22:45:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Lady Shiyo told her about her practice of martial arts, and asked her about Krav Maga, Melissa instantly perked up.<br><br>"Yes, absolutely, but it's also the most pragmatic style I have seen. Aesthetics don't matter there, only surviving does. That's why I choose this one."<br><br>Melissa smiled a bit, she actually did good on this interview for now! She waited to see if Lady Shiyo had any other specific questions in store for her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 22:53:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"yes, Martial arts has become more sport then practical int he modern age," The misstress told her, "It's nic eot know that there are real styles out there."<br>She clared her troaht, "As for your gender, are you a pureblood? I'm just curious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:09:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa nodded when Lady Shiyo told her what she thought about modern age martial arts. And then came the question about her gender.<br><br>"Well, I'm not fully hermaphrodite actually, I don't have testicles... It was still enough to freak out potential dates who assumed I was a full woman before they saw the bulge though... I'm sure I'm not the only one who had this problem."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:12:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				shiyo giggled "yes, it always coems to a surprise to most, I remember when I was a teenager and my girlfriend thought i was transexual." she said, "Well, if you don't anymore to say dinner should be almost done now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:18:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you Ma'am. It was a pleasure meeting you!"<br><br>Melissa waited for a sign before getting up, and after exiting the room, she would just politely wait for dinner. All things considered, the interview went very well.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shiyo got up, "please tell the others to come to the dining room" she told Melissa, "Tonights diner is italian." She tehn casually walked tot he dining room, sitting in the purple cushioned chair at the end of the long table which could seat 25 people.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa knocked on the doors, and when the other contestant answered, she would say to each the same thing:<br><br>"Lady Shiyo asked me to tell you all to come to the dining room."<br><br>After doing her part in relaying the message to everyone, she went to the dining room too, and politely waited for any sign as to where and when she should sit down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:38:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria heard a knock on her door and walked up to it, opening the door to find Melissa. "Th-Thank you f-for relaying the m-message...." She said, sad that she couldn't properly address the girl by her name due to not having asked Melissa yet. "Wh-What is your name?..." She asked. The meek girl then made her to the dining room by following Melissa. Maria would have not known where it was otherwise. She had been to panicked during Lady Shiyo's introduction to remember. As the meek girl arrived at the dining room, she looked in awe at the large table. Maria then made a bold move and took a seat next to Shiyo. "Wh-What is for d-dinner tonight?..." She asked in her usual meek manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 23:45:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, it's normal that I relay the message. My name is Melissa Wolf. What's yours? And why are you so scared? I don't bite, though I <strong>can</strong> get a bit twitchy about my personal space."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:02:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"N-Nice to m-meet you, Melissa." She said. "I a-am Maria M-Matthews..." Maria said. She hung her head low and muttered "L-Life experiences....". Maria then continued to wait for Lady Shiyo's answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:20:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				about half a minute later various maids-about 7-set the table with sivler ware and platters of of italian meals. a plate of gralic bread on both ends and one in the center of the table, spagetthi noodles, a pot full of sauce and meatballs, sliced cheese pizza, and more.<br>"Dig in," Shiyo told them "these meals are my treat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:36:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria watched in awe as maids seemed to pour into the dining room, as the set the table. She looked in awe at the great spread of Italian food. There was garlic beard, spaghetti, meatballs, several types of pizza, and so much more. it was so much better compared to the usual cheap ramen the meek girl had bought from the store. Maria immediately fixed her herself up a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and chowed down. In her haste, she ended up getting sauce on her cheeks and lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:38:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Natalie heard the call and grinned, "Looks like it's chow time. At least we get a good meal, if nothing else. Frankly, I suck at cooking." She chuckled and waved the other woman to follow as she walked to the dining room. Once there, she had a seat by the others and smiled broadly as she surveyed the culinary landscape. "Hey, this looks great! Thanks! I'd love some chicken parm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:47:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shiyo ate spagetti slowly and eleganlty, chuckling a bit when she saw Maria making a mess, "There's a plate right there." shiyo motioned to the chiken parm for Natalie
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 01:07:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa sat down. She looked at Lady Shiyo.<br><br>"Thank you for the meal Ma'am!"<br><br>She tried a small bit of everything, and quietly ate what she took, cutting the food in parts of as equal size as she could manage, alternating chewing a part on the right side of her jaw, then chewing the next on the left side. Other that that strange habit, there was nothing more to notice about her eating.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 09:02:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara had made her way to the dining hall silently and started eating without really talking to anyone. The food was delicious, and the company was good. She listened to the group talking, and didn't say much over the course of the meal. She was more concerned about the food. <br><br>((Sorry guys, bad headaches lately, posting on my end may be slow))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 14:22:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as Maria finished her plate, she blushed as she found sauce all over her lips and cheeks. "M-My greatest a-apologies!" The meek girl said, quickly cleaning her face with a napkin. She realized that Melissa had an almost structured eating pattern, but failed to care to much about the fact. Maria picked a piece of sausage pizza and ate more slowly this time, if you could call nibbling "eating".
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 23:07:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The misstress was finished with her plate and ordered a maid to bring her a slice of cake. She thought of her contestants, of the shy and virginal Maria, the confindent Natalie, the adventerous Tara and the perfectionist Melissa. She found all of them intresting and likeable, and was intrested in seeing how the tests would turn out a victor a amoung them.<br>Of course the reward was to be her bride, but that didn't mean she couldn't have sex with them between tests, much less them with each other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 04:11:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara also asked for a slice of cake, wanting to try what the mistress was having. It was actually quite delicious. "You have execellent taste in deserts, madam." She said.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 05:40:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you" the mistress said before swallowing another bite. She then put her fork down and adressed her guests "Now, as for the test of your personalities, you all passed. Tomorrow after breakfast we will be doing your first real test, a test of your fashion. Any questions?" she asked
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 06:33:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the mistress of mansion finished her cake, Maria watched as Lady Shiyo seemed to focus on all the contestants. The meek girl gave as sigh of relief as the owner announced that she had passed the personality test, though her relief was short-lived as the judge explained that the test would be a test of fashion. Maria had never really studied on any fashion. With her past, she had never really needed it. She might have to make a temporary alliance with another contestant to help with her blind spots.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 06:21:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara wasn't that good at fashion, but she figured the test would be simple enough. Besides, if she was first to go, she didn't mind. She was only here for the fun of it anyway, so the stakes were rather, well, low for her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 23:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The misstress cleared ehr throat, "To elbaorate," she spoke up "you will be provided with money to purchase clothing and accesories at your leisure, you can dress as much or as little as you, and you will be judge both on your personal style, your lingerie, as well as how you will dress for formal occasions, makeup and jewlery count too. Of course, if any of you'd like to dress in cosplay, bondage, swimsuits or anythigng you are intrested in please speak up."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 00:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria brightened up a bit when Lady Shiyo mentioned alternate options. "I could c-cosplay and dress up in a sw-swimsuit..." The meek girl said. These two alternative options were her last hope in this test of fashion. Lingerie and formal occasions would be tough her. Maria had never needed lingerie and never attended a formal party.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 00:37:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				That was a huge jump in difficulty from the first part... No matter what she wore as a child, it was "always an eyesore"... No, that's her mother talking, not her! She will definitely succeed no matter what, right? Well, here goes nothing. She will find a way to reach the top on this one! She hoped... She would try to stay classy while showing as much skin as possible... She could do that, right?<br><br>"Understood Ma'am!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 22:13:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Shiyo nodded at the meek girls statement and saw a small surge of confidence in Melissa as she spoke up. "Don't any of you feel like you have to look your best as possible," the misstress informed them, "Just be yourselves, and if you need help from the other then go ahead, I want to see what you girls are like not what you can do under a spotlight."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 02:12:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara nodded in agreement. Lingerie might be a problem, but she could at least try her hand at it. Her parents weren't the most fashionable, but they had taught her reasonably well, at least. "When do we start?" She asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 03:13:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria looked over to Melissa. "C-Could you help me w-with this test. I n-never really had to dress up....." The meek girl said. With her past, Maria never really had reason to dress up. The sad girl barely exited her room unless it was a convention or time for school. Her skin looked kind of pale if a person looked closely enough at her. "I'm f-fine with c-cosplaying and swimwear, b-but I've never done formal dressing..." Maria said, pleading puppy eyes on her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 04:43:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria's request took Melissa by surprise. She considered her as good enough to give actual help on this? Someone actually believed in her being skilled?<br><br>"Sure, I'll help you and try to find something classy that looks very good on you... I'll search for a good place to go shop for clothes and accessories... I'm probably not the person with the most experience with dressing up, but at the very least I know what's a formal dress and what's not. The key is to find a dress that enhances your natural charms, or so I've read... So what do you think is your biggest charm? We can work from there... Wait a second..."<br><br>Melissa wolf looked at Lady Shiyo.<br><br>"Excuse me Ma'am. If we want to wear formal wear, can it be anything considered formal? I mean, are we limited to dresses and such, or could we go with the formal masculine code if we wanted to?"<br><br>Sure, it gave away her idea, but she could potentially score a point by thinking outside the box, or at least she hoped...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 05:28:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria smiled brightly as Melissa accepted her request. Few people had ever accepted her request for help. The meek girl had asked Melissa du to how kind and relaxing she was out of all of the contestants. "I th-think it's my short height, personality, and f-foreign appeal." Maria guessed. She had never though about her charm before. The meek girl blushed as she thought of herself in a pink kimono.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 16:55:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=176529.msg8436127#msg8436127">Quote from: Soveliss on 21-06-2013, 04:43:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Maria's request took Melissa by surprise. She considered her as good enough to give actual help on this? Someone actually believed in her being skilled?<br><br>"Sure, I'll help you and try to find something classy that looks very good on you... I'll search for a good place to go shop for clothes and accessories... I'm probably not the person with the most experience with dressing up, but at the very least I know what's a formal dress and what's not. The key is to find a dress that enhances your natural charms, or so I've read... So what do you think is your biggest charm? We can work from there... Wait a second..."<br><br>Melissa wolf looked at Lady Shiyo.<br><br>"Excuse me Ma'am. If we want to wear formal wear, can it be anything considered formal? I mean, are we limited to dresses and such, or could we go with the formal masculine code if we wanted to?"<br><br>Sure, it gave away her idea, but she could potentially score a point by thinking outside the box, or at least she hoped...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Shiyo smiled "Whatever you think is best," she told them as she cupped her hands on the table serenly, "I would love it if you be yourselves and bring out your charms the way you know best."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soveliss</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 21:59:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, now, Melissa was ready to get to it.<br><br>"<strong>Thank you ma'am! I am done with questions for now. I am ready to start working on this challenge if no one else has questions!</strong>"<br><br>Melissa felt confident this time, more confident that she ever felt in her life. No one looked up to her before, and that meant she did not intended to disappoint her new friend. She was thinking about what people said about her, to try and guess her charms... In the end, she definitely settled to try to get her idea through. Pulling off looking great in traditional male attire would be a good achievement for her, and she would be herself if she aimed for the most difficult achievements.... Her name was Wolf, Melissa Wolf after all...<br><br>Why did the shadow of self-doubt always showed up as soon as she tried to think of herself as achieving something? When she aimed for achieving something? She would not let it wreck her chances at success this time, like it did with her studies...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bokotousamurai</strong> on <strong>28-06-2013, 04:46:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: Mzhyde has dropped out<br><br><br>The misstress observed the reactions fo her guests; Melissa was confident, Maria was nervous but willing, and Tara adventurous to try it out. She liked them, and their atitudes. "Now," Shinki said "i will do the actual judging tomorrow evening, you ahve until then to purchase whatever clothign you need and prepare your outfits, I will judge individually, until then, you are all free to do as you like, good evening." Shinki left her silverware on her plates in a stack and left the table. "free to do as you lie" she was speaking to herself as much to the others, as she had an itch to scratch, she thought of Melissa and Tara, and remmbered that she hadn't taken a firm rod in her ass for a while, she also thought of the cute japanese girl Maria, and her cock filled with blood slightly at the thought of her thrashing and screaming as her cherry was popped.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Angie</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 01:10:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tara excused herself from the table when Shinki allowed her to. She would need a little time to figure out what she wanted to wear for this challenge. And considering the way her body was, lingerie would be a greater challenge...unless Shinki would like the idea of a pair of panties straining to hold a large cock in. Hmm...Tara giggled to herself as her body heated up a little. There was an idea...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Futalarette</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Yukina</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 03:37:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maria sighed as Melissa seemed to forget all about their conversation. It seemed the she would be left to fend by herself by person once again in her life. Why did she even try to trust other people anymore? They always left her in the end. The depressed girl walked off to her room and began to work on her plans..alone. Maybe she could wear a kimono in the formal part of the test.
			</dd>
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