♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC
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				Title: <strong>♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>14-07-2018, 17:23:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.theclubti.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/5.jpg)<br><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">Welcome</span><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">to the Masquerade</span><br><br>Once a year, every star touched member of a certain social circle is invited to join a magnificent extravaganza in Mia Romero's home. <br>It is a night of decadence and pleasure, music and food, freedom and expression. <br>For one night, every layer of society's expectations is shed and the guests can be whoever they want to be. <br>The masks do not hide their identity, this isn't a Marvel or DC story, but they are a free pass to forget responsibilities and enjoy the night to the fullest. <br><br>One night only, <br><br>and you are invited.</span></span></em><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/bb/6f/7cbb6fdb5ca33bfa9462d8dc8747e3b6.png)</div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Setting</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Setting</strong></span><br></em></span><br>(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2011/10/16/article-2049839-01BFC7D70000044D-438_1024x615_large.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>The grand mansion has two indoor swimming pools and an outdoor one, <br>a bowling alley, a cinema room, game room, and a number of other activities <br>aside from the 20+ bathrooms and 20+ bedrooms, banquet hall, a full industrial standard kitchen and etc. <br>If you can think it up, it is in that house and available for play. <br>Spots worthy of special mention are the balcony hot tub on the top floor, <br>the luxuriously furnished library on the ground floor, <br>and two adult playrooms in the basement accessed through the library. <br>One is a private den, the other very much meant for audience with luxurious couches circling the entire center stage. <br><br>Happy room hunting! </em></span></span> O:)</div></div></div></div><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">NPCs</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Non-Player Characters</strong></span><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>The following are for any writer to use if they wish, but never as a full character. <br>(Hint: keep your NPC as filler, not the subject matter)</em></span><br><br></em></span></span><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Security</em></span></span></div></td><td></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Bartender &amp; DJ</em></span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Miss Leah &amp; Mister Cam</em></span></div></td><td></td><td><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Mister Lucas &amp; Miss Lily/DJ Lola</span></em></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Missleah.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/Mistercam.jpg)</div></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Misterlucas.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/88/Misslily.jpg)</div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Female wait staff</em></span></span></div></td><td></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Male wait staff</em></span></span></div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Miss Dana, Miss Sara &amp; Miss Tina</em></span></div></td><td></td><td><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Mister Ben, Mister Danny &amp; Mister James</em></span></div></td></tr><tr><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Missdana.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/Misssara.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Misstina.jpg)</td><td></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Misterben.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Misterdanny.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Misterjames.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7c/bb/6f/7cbb6fdb5ca33bfa9462d8dc8747e3b6.png)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Post Header</em></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Every post needs one of these. You can add more things to it if you like, but please show mercy to my OCD and keep the formatting as written. Grazie. </em></span></span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/02/17/article-2102726-11C956B7000005DC-300_634x840.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Mia Romero<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> When guests begin to arrive<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black dress (http://www.sofiehouse.co/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/F/i/Fitted-Deep-V-Neck-Cap-Sleeve-High-Slit-Long-Black-Chiffon-Lace-Evening-Prom-Dress.jpg), nude stockings, black stilettos, black lace and diamond mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/b40e26/633607930/il_570xN.633607930_ttte.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a<br></span><hr><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=250 padding=10]this is where your character picture goes[/img][/floatleft]<br>[font=georgia][b]Name:[/b] the character's name<br>[b]Location:[/b] Can be as vague or specific as you like<br>[b]Time:[/b] Can be as vague or specific as you like, the party is from 5pm to dawn. <br>[b]Wearing:[/b] clothes on their body, or not<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] names of characters, and do include OPEN if you're looking for a partner or your ongoing scene is free for others to join. Include CLOSED if it's, you know, closed. If you're not looking specifically for new people to the scene but wouldn't mind being PMd about joining, leave it without open or closed. Já? Bravo.<br>[b]Notes:[/b] mood, quote, looking for something specific for this character, theme music if that's how you roll, etc<br>[/font][hr]</code></pre><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 00:20:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/02/17/article-2102726-11C956B7000005DC-300_634x840.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Mia Romero<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> When guests begin to arrive<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black dress (http://www.sofiehouse.co/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/F/i/Fitted-Deep-V-Neck-Cap-Sleeve-High-Slit-Long-Black-Chiffon-Lace-Evening-Prom-Dress.jpg), nude stockings, black stilettos, black lace and diamond mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/b40e26/633607930/il_570xN.633607930_ttte.jpg) <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a<br></span><hr><br>Beautiful. <br><br>Mistress of the house stood on the balcony in the entrance hall, taking one last look at her handiwork before nodding to a waiter to open the front door. Warm afternoon breeze wafted in, whispering onto petals of flowers in elegant arrangements around the large room. Silk and satin draped down from the balcony and the banister, attached to the ceiling further in to create a flirty maze in the middle of the hall. The draped walls were strategically placed to allow almost complete darkness in some parts and then illuminated by the dim glow of chandeliers in other parts. The maze was a new addition, but Mia was quite pleased with the outcome. <br><br>The lighting in itself was a piece of art, as it should be considering the fee for designing it. Every room in the house was wrapped in a romantic, warm glow from wall lights and lamps, the only ceiling lights being the grand chandeliers in the dining hall and the ones lighting up the maze. Even those were controlled, dimmed to provide just enough light to have a decent conversation with someone across a table. <br><br>Waiters and waitresses were lined up on either side of the front door, each holding a tray of champagne. They were all dressed in black and white, pants and a vest, and a white shirt. They were the only people who would not be wearing a mask tonight. Long hair was tied back, every button on their shirts fastened. But all that might change as the evening progressed. The staff knew what to expect from their employer's guests during the annual event and had been hired because of a certain lack of inhibitions. <br>In plain terms, they knew touching and playing would be part of the gig. <br><br>With music playing in the background, a full bar set up in the sitting room just around the corner, and chefs working in the kitchen to create small masterpieces for later on... Mia Romero was ready to welcome her guests. <br><br>So, as soon as the door opened and the first few couples and groups streamed inside, she made her way downstairs to greet them all properly. Each and every person would receive a warm welcome; a kiss on the cheek or a light hug. They were all her personal guests, even if some seemed more likely to be connected to her daughter. Never mind that. The display of familiarity where none might actually be, was a calculated move based on years of experience. If she wanted people to be comfortable with each other, and relax, she had to lead by example. <br><br>The only downside to how unfailingly punctual many were for these nights, was how she could not spend more than a moment greeting each guest before she had to move on to the next! But soon the pace eased, and the room filled with a comfortable hum of voices mixed with music and laughter. <br><br>Mia looked to the side when one of the waitresses stopped by her, and accepted a flute of champagne with a smile and a little sigh as she tipped the glass to her lips for a small sip. Her gaze roamed the crowd for something to settle on and she found a delectable pair of shoulders to chase with her eyes as the owner moved around. Then sultry sway of hips going the other direction. The night most certainly had promise. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 01:02:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where the party at<br><strong>Time:</strong> When the party at<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Get the party started!<br></span><hr><br>"Wooooo!" The cry came as the girl in the dark navy dress took the nearest glass of champagne and raised it, shouting out the mating call of her generation. She sipped the bubbly liquid with all the joy and confidence she did everything else, clutch in her hand and more of a swing than usual in her hips as her athletic legs propelled her through the maze of silk and satin. Sure she'd never been invited to this thing before, that didn't mean she was going to be a wallflower. <br><br>Besides, even with the mask with other scantily clad women about she'd stand out. As someone who was known more for her body and her accent more than her face anyway, it wasn't like the pretty golden thing about her face was going to disguise much. Besides, it wasn't like she had anything to hide. The only thing fake about her was her eyelashes. The mask incidentally was a statement. She was taking gold in 2020. Let nobody forget that.<br><br>She reached Ms. Romero and enthusiastically returned the cheek kisses, giving her one on each side and pulling back a little to look her up and down, letting her warm hands linger on the woman's arms. "Finally, I'm been waiting to meet you ever since the invite." She beamed at the woman, someone she was quite the fan of, with undisguised envy at how good she looked for the age. "You get bored later you come find your girl, alright?" She said with a grin and a wink, her words doing that mix of a British stand at attention and a Caribbean mambo nearly peculiar to her island. <br><br>Knowing her hostess had a lot of people to kiss, and knowing she herself hopefully did as well, she waved goodbye with her fingers and then turned and did the same with her ass as she looked for a stranger to become friends with. Well, friends of a sort at least.<br><br>As the music started her hips were quickly moving to it. She could dance all night and then some, she wasn't worried about being tired out soon as she worked her glorious body through the crowd, looking for someone who could keep up with her to have fun with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mister Grimm</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 03:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/JScars.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jacob Scarborough<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance Hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Arriving alongside the other guests<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black suit and tie, white dress shirt, black cap-toe oxfords, and a raven mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Jacobscarmask.png)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mia, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> ---<br></span><hr><br>Upon arriving, Jacob welcomed the warm greeting from Mrs. Romero with a small genial smile. He would have returned the gesture had it not been for his choice in mask tonight, as the small pointed beak would have potentially imparted some small unpleasantness in exchange for a peck of his own.&nbsp; <strong>"<em>Always</em> a pleasure to be back,"</strong> he mused lowly to her nevertheless, hoping for many more repeat appearances in the future. This year, however, he had been in attendance alone. No arm candy or significant others attached. If anything, it had been a welcome change.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course, the time they - he and Mia - had together this early in the evening was short lived, as there had been others in waiting behind him. He was sure there would be ample time later to mingle with the hostess, but with a mansion full of possible distractions there was no telling in how long that would be. If at all. Following her departure, Jacob made his way further inside of the mansion with no real hurry to go anywhere in particular. <br><br>During his meanderings, Jacob turned down an offer of champagne from one of the servers, as he had a taste for something stronger should he ever make it to where the bar had been located. At any other outing he would have asked its exact whereabouts, but half the fun about tonight was exploring the massive estate. For now he was more content in drinking in the sights over satiating his mounting thirst. <br><br>In the end, Jacob had ended up taking the stairs near the entrance to floor above, hoping to find a good spot to overlook the dance floor. He had also wanted to sneak a peek at what the maze had to offer, but he welcomed the possibilities of potentially getting hopelessly lost in it later on in the evening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 04:41:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/6e9e87b59e2fc5be49035a287d1274df/tumblr_o3yq766uLl1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Trond Vissen &amp; Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mia Romero, Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>The town car grinding to a halt outside the mansion brought him out of his reverie. The various drinks on offer in the minibar hadn't interested him so much as staring out of the heavily tinted windows, which was what he'd done for the majority of the ride here. The driver knew better than to engage him in small talk at that point, and so it had been smooth enough to let his mind wander. It took him a few seconds before he realized that he was supposed to be getting out.<br><br>The door was opened and he snapped back into his body and he stepped out, stretching subtly under the pale grey suit and rolling his neck while fastening the bottom button.<br><br>"Just give me a ring when you need me, Mr. Vissen," The driver said, nodding as he shut the door behind Trond.<br><br>"Thanks James," Trond said with a smile, shaking the man's hand and leaving a folded up fifty behind. The driver tipped his hat and made his way back to the car, pulling away as more vehicles lined up to leave passengers behind.<br><br>"Son of a bitch," He heard a familiar voice behind him, and turning, found a familiar face. Asymmetrical features, slightly off-center, and a build that filled out the shoulders of his suit without the need for padding were all he saw, and all he needed to see.<br><br>"Corwin," Trond said with a smile.<br><br>"Trond," The man replied, his American accent making the name sound more like 'Tron' of Jeff Bridges fame, rather than the more subtle Scandinavian pronunciation. The two men greeted each other with a firm handshake.<br><br>"Glad you could make it," Corwin said with a grin.<br><br>"Me too," Trond replied," No need to sound so surprised."<br><br>"Well, yeah, surprised is the word. You've been really quite... mopey since the divorce."<br><br>"Mopey?"<br><br>"Mopey," Corwin said emphatically," It's really not your most attractive quality, friend of mine."<br><br>"And yet I still managed to crack the top 10 Most Eligible Bachelors list."<br><br>"Well, with a jawline that Zeus would kill for and a portfolio worth north of a quarter billion, I think they classify your moping as... brooding."<br><br>Trond chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets," How come you're out here?"<br><br>Corwin held up the smoking white cylinder clutched between his fore- and middle fingers," No smoking inside the mansion. Hostess rules."<br><br>Trond nodded," Maybe that's a hint about not giving yourself cancer?"<br><br>Corwin's eyebrows drew over his pale green eyes as his lips pulled up in a smirk," Well, thanks for the PSA, Smokey the Bear."<br><br>"Smokey the Bear was... forest fires, man."<br><br>A moment of silence ensued, punctuated by Corwin taking a long drag from his cigarette and dropping it, grinding it out under his heel into the gravel," Been trying to quit. Down to one pack a day now."<br><br>"Nice."<br><br>Corwin scowled, pulling a small spray from the inside of his jacket and applying it to his mouth," Come on, let's go inside. You bring a mask?"<br><br>"Yeah... I wasn't sure if you were serious when you said I needed one."<br><br>"Dead serious," Corwin said, tugging a simple black mask from his jacket pocket and pressing it to his face. It covered a few inches around his eyes and tucked around his cheekbones, not doing much to hide his identity.<br><br>"Who was that masked man?" Trond asked as he put on a similar getup.<br><br>"Don't rightly know," Corwin replied with a grin as they stepped inside. There were more than a handful of guests already there, so they had to wait their turn to greet the hostess as she was going around.<br><br>"<em>Ciao Bella</em>," Corwin said with a smile as Mia came to them," It's been far too long. Come," He pushed Trond forward by the shoulder," This is the newcomer I indicated. He's in the need of some... trouble and tonight seemed like the perfect night for it," He nudged Trond forward," Friend of mine, this is our Hostess."<br><br>Trond slapped on the kind of smile that someone was supposed to slap on when meeting someone new," Pleasure to meet you," He said, offering a hand.<br><br>"Now," Corwin said," Don't be rude. Grab a drink and mingle," He took his own advice, grabbing a pair of champagne flutes on offer and handing Trond one," It's a party. Loosen up."<br><br>And with that, they parted ways, with Corwin making his way through the guests, his eyes being catch and dragged to attention by the sight of a woman for whom music seemed to be dictating her pace. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the amount left to the imagination by her scant attire, and he was powerless to resist the allure of her golden mask. He glided through the crowd until he'd managed to step in front of her.<br><br>"I'd say someone's in need of a need of a dance floor," Corwin said with a smile," Follow the music, and you'll find just the place. And I might even join you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 06:30:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Where the party at<br><strong>Time:</strong> When the party at<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Get the party started!<br></span><hr><br>Holly was letting her hips do the talking as she made her way through the crowd, and they spoke beautifully. She knew there were eyes on her, but there had been eyes on her for the past two years and it had become normal. She was more interested in the people she was eyeing. There seemed to be a lot of potential here! But a man was stepping in front of her.<br><br>His blocking her mouth didn't stop her from dancing, her hips continued to shake back and forth not quite to the beat, more like doubling the beat, as if she was dancing to the up-tempo club music that hadn't really started in yet as the night was still a bit young. She grinned at him, enjoying that he had challenged her enough by stepping right in front of her, but not so much a fan of the fact that he was standing still. Sure, most people here were, but that was no excuse not to dance?<br><br>So, as he spoke to her she threw her arms up, weaving her hips back in forth barely an inch in front of him, placing her hands about his shoulders and holding her clutch behind his back as she looked up into his eyes. She did appreciate a man she had to look up at even in the skyscraper heels. "Oh yeah?" She asked. "And are you gonna be able to keep up if you do?" She grinned at him, her accent practically bouncing along with her. She had no idea who this guy was. She assumed everyone here was rich, it didn't matter to her, she'd have tons of money eventually so her agent kept telling her. And even if she didn't? Oh well she went home to paradise. Why worry man?<br><br>She whirled so that she turned around, facing away from him, her muscular backside practically jostling in a rather personal area several times as she bounced it against him she gave him a taunting little smile over her shoulder before she whisked about him and headed off in the direction of the music, just as she'd been headed to the whole while. Oh well, even if he didn't pursue, at least she'd managed to make someone's life more interesting right?<br><br>She blew him a kiss over her shoulder as she made her way to the dance floor. Once she got there, she would really start bouncing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 12:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/B1pmA542RPE/crop/1020/f/cara-delevingne-la-perla-spring-summer-2014_glamour_6jan13_pr_b.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Clover Devonworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the back of a Rolls Royce Phantom to the entry lobby of the house.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 6PM <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gold flaked short dress (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/orcy8l-l-610x610-dress-longsleeve+sequin+dress-gold+sequins-gold+dress-champagne+dress-gold+sequin+dress-sequin+dress-champagne+sequin+dress-homecoming-homecoming+dress-sequins-rose+gold+sequin+dre.jpg) and a golden venetian mask. (https://previews.123rf.com/images/miss_j/miss_j1706/miss_j170600012/79857585-golden-venetian-ball-mask-over-dark-background-with-copyspace-masquerade-party-or-holiday-event-cele.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Acting<br></span><hr><br>"We're approaching the location Miss Devonworth."<br>"Miss Devonworth?! Seriously Darren?"<br>"You wanted to get into your role, I'm merely helping a friend."<br><br>Clover laughed. She had managed to get her friend Darren to drive her to the party in his brand new Rolls Royce Phantom. Normally she'd have driven herself but her own cars were still in the UK and a rental car could be easily traced back to her.<br><br>"Well in that case, let me push this silver button to close the seven thousand dollar curtains in the back of this car. Would hate the riff raff to see me in the back of this car right?"<br><br>She pushed one of her manicured fingers onto the button and on the back door windows and the rear window, thick heavy black curtains blocked out the outside world. The car turned off the main road and began on what looked like the driveway of the mansion. In front of them a black Ferrari was driving ever so slowly up to the house. <br><br>"Who's the peasant in the Ferrari? Seriously... I don't like to suffer the plebeians. Have him move his heap of junk out of the way."<br><br>They both laughed, knowing very well that Clover's own car back in the UK was a Ferrari as well. <br><br>"Honestly Darren, this Rolls is like nothing I have ever seen. The carpets in this car are thicker than in my apartment and there's more leather in here than there is on a cow farm. Nothing says I'm loaded quite like this. Shame I'm not driving myself."<br>"If you had been driving your Ferrari, the whole point of a masked party would have been useless as you have those idiotic personalised pikey plates."<br>"What!? I just have CL0V3R on the plates because it's my name."<br>"Yeah yeah. Still annoyed I couldn't come to the party."<br>"My man, you have to be my driver. I can't be seen with a pleb like you."<br><br>They both laughed. Darren because he secretly liked Clover and Clover because she was in fact very nervous for the party. <br><br>"We're here Clo."<br><br>The car stopped and Clover reached to the other seat and took the mask she had custom made and put it on. <br><br>"How do I look?"<br>"The peasants will fall to their knees crying when they gaze upon you."<br><br>She gave him a playful slap on the shoulder before he pressed a button that open the rear hinged door. Clover swung her golden open toe heels out of the car first and then raised herself up from the car. She took a deep breath of fresh outside air and began to walk to the main door. Behind her, Darren had closed the door of the Rolls and drove off. <br><br>The door was held open and she stepped inside to the house. Immediately she noticed how luxurious the place was. It was like a palace only a lot more modern. But first things first. In the lobby she looked around and snapped her fingers at a man.<br><br>"You there.. Man.. Take my coat and make sure it's not soiled or befouled with odours and stains."<br><br>She draped her coat over the man's arm, still holding up her facade of being the arogant rich woman. <br><br>"And do tell me where I can get a drink. I'm parched."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 17:39:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f2/40/9d/f2409dc53aa5ba37af073747244a7a03.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Cara Romero<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entry hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A little black dress, black heels and a lace fox mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c3/c5/45/c3c5456536fe7b24d2428922e8a66008.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Trond, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a<br></span><hr><br>Cara padded barefoot along the hall that led from her rooms to the stairs, holding her shoes in one hand. Instead of entering the party, she slipped along the back of the room and got unseen to the sitting room where the bar had been set up. With a little tug on her dress to make sure her breasts wouldn't spill out, she bent over at the side of the bar and put her shoes on. The bartender waited patiently for her order when she straightened back up and she grinned like a cheshire cat. <br><br>"Lucas, do that weird one you made me and the girls last week, and to go!" She referenced a pool party she'd thrown last week, an all-girls one where tops were optional and Lucas had been a <em>very</em> attentive bartender. The man smiled, ever charming without imposing any actual advances, and pulled an empty bottle from under the bar. He knew what 'to go' meant when it came from the spoiled little diva living in her step mother's house. Little... The term hardly fit. <br><br>Once the bottle had been filled with a masterful mix Lucas had told Cara was called Alice in Wonderland, Cara took a sip from it and purred happily at the contrasting tastes. Grand Marnier, Tia Maria, Tequila. What could go wrong? She brushed her fingers along the edge of her fox mask, just to make sure it hadn't moved since she placed it carefully in front of a mirror earlier, and then blew Lucas the Bartender a kiss. "Thank you babe, have fun tonight," she told him and walked out to the entry hall. <br><br>Her step mom was already making her rounds, a task she would have liked Cara to repeat but there was no way in hell she'd waste precious time putting her lips on everyone without so much as a taste in reward. Instead she weaved through the dressed up crowd and found herself a suited one to talk to. <br><br>He was blonde and familiar, older than her and handsome as fuck. "First time?" She asked as she positioned herself in front of him, strategically posed to show off her generous curves without looking like a hooker. A smug little smile curved her full lips, and she tilted her chin down a little to glance at him through black heavy lashes that were not entirely hers but made her eyes look oh so nice. <br><br>Before the moment stretched, she chuckled and turned on her heel. "Come on, I'll show you around," she offered and held her hand out for him to take. She had no doubt he would go along with it, since being told no by males was not really a fact of life she'd ever have to worry about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 18:55:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ih0.redbubble.net/image.507443861.4472/pp,550x550.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Reyes <br><strong>Location:</strong> Entry Hall &gt;&gt; Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/84c7ad/1279319292/il_570xN.1279319292_khdu.jpg?version=0)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mia, Clover <br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a <br></span><hr><br>Arriving fashionably late was over rated, especially to the Masquerade. Diego Reyes made that mistake once and only once. He opted to drive himself in, no need to worry about leaving his car. He had plans to spend the night in one of the many rooms in the estate, Mia's specifically. Guest were constantly arriving but that didn't stop him from stopping those behind him as Mia personally greeted each one. A smile spread across his face as he claimed her lips. "Good evening Mrs. Romero." He greeted her after the brief kiss a hand had already slid down and around to give her ass a firm squeeze. "Catch up later?" The smile across his face sharpened, an understanding between them before he let her resume her hosting duties. <br><br>A drink was in order and being familiar with the house, he knew his way around. As he moved in the direction of the bar, he caught the end of a rather rude interaction between a guest and a staff member. Diego altered his course and interrupted. "I'll take it from here, thank you." The staff member nodded and stepped away to check the guest's coat. <br><br>"You are not good at first impressions are you?" Diego teased, offering his arm to escort her into the party. "Or maybe if I get a drink in you, you will relax, first time at one of these soirees?" He did not offer his name or ask hers, what would be the point of a masquerade otherwise? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 20:42:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>Oh... he did like this one," Only one way to find out," He growled as she turned away from him, pressing in from behind. The smirk on his face turned into a smile as his hands dropped down to settle on her hips while she remained close enough to touch.<br><br><em>Might just keep this one,</em> Corwin thought to himself as she walked away, giving him a fantastic view of her walking away. Tonight was a night for enjoyment, without being restricted by societal norms. He liked dancing, and enjoying a party to its fullest had become a staple of his management style in the country over the past few years, so practice wasn't a problem. He was interested to see if he'd met his match, so as he unabashedly watched her make her way through her crowd, he took a long sip from his glass.<br><br><em>One Mississippi...</em><br><br>Good enough.<br><br>Corwin wasn't the kind to break out into a run even in the most desperate of occasions, but he didn't move slowly, slipping through the crowd and following the Woman in the Gold Mask well enough to the point where he wasn't far behind her when she reached the area that was kept clear for dancing. It was deserted but for the two of them, as most of the other guests were taking the time to observe the pleasantries expected of polite company. Corwin wasn't polite company though, and didn't give a shit about the weather.<br><br>One hand touched her back, low and close to the waist while the other took her right hand by the wrist, and in a smooth movement, guided her into a perfectly controlled spin that ended with her a good deal closer than she'd been over their first encounter. One powerful arm circled around her waist and kept her there, while the other tangled his fingers in hers. His feet moved smoothly in time with the music, guiding her across the floor with practiced precision. His head dipped down, his lips close enough to her ear to let her hear him over the music without any risk of eavesdroppers.<br><br>"Names aren't a big thing at these parties, anonymity being something of an issue," He rumbled, letting her hear the gentle vibrations of his voice against her earlobe," Even so, I'd like to call you something other than the Lady in the Gold Mask all night. Do you have a preferred moniker that I can use, or would you rather I come up with one of my own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 20:57:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC --&gt;Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"...just... just don't do what you usually do, okay?"</em><br><br>Scarlett lips pulled down into a scowl as Remy's head turned. Her partner, as large and blonde as she was petite and dark, would have seemed to loom over her to anyone else's eyes but if the woman herself felt that way it sure as hell didn't show as she pinned him with a gaze that had frozen grown men cold on her show. <br><br>"What I 'usually' do?" Her brow arched despite not being able to see it through her no frill's mask. They were already pulling up to the house and merely waiting behind a couple other cars so she'd put the thing on to free her hands. Likewise the lace fan she'd opted to carry was tucked into the top of her boot. "What the hell does that mean?"<br><br><em>"You know what it means."</em> Her partner countered, his eyes crinkling as though he were laughing at her. <em>"Try to relax and actually have some fun. It's meant to be fun, Rems."</em><br><br>"Says you." She huffed and turned her gaze back to the window so she could ignore the rising urge to wipe that stupid grin off his face. "Look, I said I'd try. I'm gonna try, okay?" Wandering into a party full of people she didn't know half covered with masks probably wasn't the best setup for someone like her, but hey, new experiences and all that. She did have anonymity on her side. Very few would actually know who she was even without the mask. She'd barely rated an invite and that was only because of her partner. He was the 'charming' one. <br><br><em>"Do you want me to stay with you?"</em><br><br>That brought her head back around. Asked quietly, she noted that his face had gone more serious, almost wary.<br><br>"Boy please! I don't need a chaperone or a babysitter. Go, have fun. I will be fine."<br><br><em>"Well can you at least smile then?"</em> <br><br>She gave him a smile.<br><br><em>"Oh... Oh that--that is frightening. On second thought, don't do that." </em><br><br>Remy punched him in the chest. "Ass." But at least she was laughing when their door was opened.<br><br><br>A few minutes later, after managing to make it through greeting their hostess and checking their coats, Remy was left alone to wander. She'd never been to this estate before and had only done the most basic homework regarding it, so she found her curiosity climbing as she opted to skip the obvious 'hot spots' and merely wander with no aim other than to see what there was to see. As far as the party itself was concerned, well, she was sure that anyone meant to find her would. Though whether they could actually handle what they found... well, that would remain to be seen.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 21:20:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dancefloor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Shorter after the party begins<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dancing<br></span><hr><br>She didn't watch him after she blew a kiss. In fact she didn't give him another thought. She'd just gotten here after all, there were plenty of people whose nights she could make more interesting between now and whenever this party ended. She did find the dance floor eventually, happy to hear the throbbing music she was more used to with a bit of a lively beat. She didn't need much of a reason to shake her ass, but it helped when there was a rhythm to do it too. Raising her arms letting out another loud call of joy, she stepped into the darker area. Hardly a surprise that it was empty, she wasn't a stranger to being the first one dancing either. Once she started, there was usually a crowd soon after. <br><br>It didn't surprise her that she was being grabbed. It wasn't the first time she'd been grabbed on a dancefloor, it would hardly be the last. The grip was decently strong, but she knew she could break it easily. She wasn't worried about that. What made her happier was the grip and the tug let her twirl into the man whose fingers were around her wrist, and so she did, not bother to so much as look his way until they were face to face.<br><br>Ah, little black mask. The mask of a man who was only wearing one to be polite. If she'd ever met him before it would be obvious who he was. Not that the same couldn't be said about her to anyone who knew her. "Well hey there again you." She said, her ws and vs blending together in the way those from her island spoke - more of a vwell than a well. "Dja get lost on the way?" She grinned as she spoke, loudly, over the music, but not quite shouting. <br><br>She never stopped moving her hips, letting them bounce back and forth to the beat, doubling the beat again, as now her slinky dress slid back and forth in his hands. His words were fancy, his demeanor sullen, his interest dark. She minded none of those things. "I'm Holly." She said to his ear. "But out of curiosity, what wouldja've called me?" She let one of her hands hold onto his shoulder as the other remained entwined in his, having made no effort to free it she kept moving quickly, back and forth her hips went and her ass followed. She tugged him more towards the center of the floor, moving quickly, the message was clear, we aren't standing still, keep up if you can.<br><br>She didn't ask his name yet. She hadn't decided if she wanted to know it yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 22:19:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Meh...</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">There was no road map, no carefully set plan, list, itinerary, schedule, timing, or any of that for tonight. Francesca had started her night when she'd felt the urge to do so, primping and prepping herself quite lavishly more for the mindset than anything else. She'd dressed and left the house when she felt confident in doing so, and her trip to the sprawling mansion of the sultry goddess that was Mia Romero had been the scenic route for sure. Perhaps the only nod to anything approaching her usual day to day hectic schedule was that she still had her phone glued to her hand throughout it all, but at least most of what she dealt with was more social and geared toward the night that lay ahead. <br><br>Given her height and build, no one was going to confuse the statuesque blonde with anyone else. That much was for sure. Even after having left the life in front of the camera in her late teens, she was still a recognizable figure. Social media and her own interests had seen to it that she hadn't disappeared into obscurity. Which was great for many of the causes she championed but sometimes it could get a bit tiring. Fortunately, nights like this were a definite chance to shake things up, without cameras or people dedicated to documenting every move you made. In fact, she was reasonably sure there'd be no documenting of any sort outside of mere memory and that was just golden with her.<br><br>Francesca arrived at the party when she arrived and not a minute before or after that. Which was to say, the woman had no idea what time it was and didn't much care. Exiting her vehicle she made the trip up to the entrance on gold skyscraper heels that set her already notable height well above the norm. Her dress was white and flowy, her mask more accessory than anything, but she was ready for a good damn time. Something which showed in the familiar and enthusiastic greeting she gave to her hostess, her green eyes already flashing with mischief. After that she was set free, unleashed unto the party. Snagging two flutes of champagne she downed one and immediately gave the glass back to the waiter before wandering away to see who she might run into. Sure, she could turn up by herself and have a good time, but where was the fun in that? </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 23:01:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESBK6X4zE8E/UquijEkbDGI/AAAAAAAABkE/xim_xU14qJc/w530-h798-n/mask_new_color.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Parisa Shah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14273270#msg14273270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early in the evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sheer strapless dress, opera gloves, lace mask, no underwear<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Francesca, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> She can do this "All Night" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FWRT9C9XMQ)<br></span><hr><br>In the back of her luxury town car (limos were for proms and weddings), the icon herself Parisa Shah was on the phone with the most important man in her lfe.<br><br>"Yes, Daddy... I'll be polite to the hostess. Yes, Daddy... I'll be careful what I drink. Daddy... I don't need cab money, I rented a car. Yes, that was very responsible of me. "<br><br>Plenty of girls like Parisa would be thrilled to have a parent as accepting as Mister Shah. But sometimes she thought he mother henned so much that they both had transitioned. As she tried convincing him that she was a woman in thirties that could take care of herself just fine, Parisa looked out the window and saw her destination. Even her jaded ass was awestruck by the mansion.<br><br>"OK, Daddy. I'm just about there so I gotta go. Yes, I'll be sure to get to bed afterward. Yes, I know ;acl of sleep causes premature aging. Which of us is the beauty queen here? I know... love ya too. Khoda Hafez!"<br><br>After giving her father the traditional Iranian farewell, Parisa turned her phone's camera on and held it up. She wanted to make sure she got both her exquisitely made-up face and her expensively enhanced cleavage. Some of her haters thought Parisa went a little far with the plastic surgery but she believed in go big or go home. <br><br>"Hey, bitches! Your Persian princess has made it to the castle and is ready for the ball! Can't give you all 411 this time, you little creeps. I may fuck and run but I don't kiss and tell!"<br><br>After posting the video to both Twitter and Instagram, Parisa put her phone in her purse and took out a small case. Opening it revealing fine white powder. Parisa put some on the tip of her finger and gave it a sniff, then repeated with the other nostril. Now that she had powdered her nose, she was ready to party. The driver opened the door and helped Parisa out of the cae. Her tight dress wasn't the easiest to move in and the driver noticed the opaque fabric left little to the imagination. It clung to her chest and hips... and also to the something extra Parisa had between her legs. As he watched her bootylicious backside head toward the mansion's entrance, the driver knew what he was gonna be dreaming about that night. <br><br>After greeting her hostess and promising herself that she would be very very polite to her the first chance she got, Parisa looked over the other guests that were arriving.<br><br>"Hmmm... fuckable. Fuckable. Defintely fuckable. Not sure about that one... "<br><br>Grabbing a flute from a passing waiter, Parisa took a long drink of champagne.<br><br>"OK, fuckable. Ooooooo... that right there is totally fuckable!"<br><br>Parisa had spotted an old client, Francesca Vinter. She had done make-up for the blonde when she had been a teen starlet, although she certainly wasn't a teen anymore. But neither time nor the small gold mask could keep Parisa from recognizing a face she had been so intimate with.<br><br>"Oh. My. God. Is that you, Francesca? You look like a goddess!"<br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 23:19:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oWIKkRA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alex Carson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14271516#msg14271516)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White lace dress (https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/268541/main/plunging_floral_lace_dress_re8111_dresses_6.jpg?1439876919) with black mask (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/7b/a8/fb7ba84636ccf789d44b88d9bfdd3b8d.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, open<br></span><hr><br>It probably would have been the appropriate thing to do to rent a car, and sure enough Alex had seen the inside of so many limousines that it would have only seemed logical. But doing the sensible thing had never been her way of living, and the catalyst to her unconventional take on life currently sat with her slender arms wrapped around her waist, pressed against her on the black-and-chrome looking sportsbike that had brought them at wonderfully high speed - and at the risk of a few tickets - to the mansion the posh invitation had described. The engine in her beloved motorcycle roared a little too loud as Alex pulled into the driveway, grinding to a halt at a pontifical spot in front of the massive building. She was slightly in awe, and it showed as she undid her helmet and pulled it off, revealing a mild chaos of shimmering black, not-quite shoulder length hair. She raked a finger through the strands before stepping off the vehicle, leaving the helmet atop it so she could smooth out the pale lace dress she'd decided to wear with her over the knee, black velvet boots. <br><br>"Someday I <em>will</em> learn it's a bad idea to wear a dress on a motorcycle," she said brightly, turning to look at Sam. The blonde girl was a vision in her own right, but her stunning looks were only one of the reasons why Alex was so infatuated with her. Any day they spent together was filled with excitement and lacking any of the drab moments of day to day life. Being with her was an over the top adventure that led to the most unlikely places. The mansion they were about to enter was simply one of the better examples of that. <br><br>"It's ridiculous, right? A year ago I was working the weekends at Stage Nine, now I'm so fucking famous people invite me over to a fancy place like this. You're sure it says <em>our</em> names on those invitations, right?" <br><br>Speaking of; Alex reached inside the compartment of her bike and removed one of the little Venetian masks within - just like specified on the invite. She carefully applied the black sequined mask (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/7b/a8/fb7ba84636ccf789d44b88d9bfdd3b8d.jpg); it felt odd, but also caused a shiver to run down her spine. It only enhanced that feeling of expectancy, that this night was going to be something else, all right. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 23:29:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/B1pmA542RPE/crop/1020/f/cara-delevingne-la-perla-spring-summer-2014_glamour_6jan13_pr_b.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Clover Devonworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entry lobby of the house.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 6PM <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gold flaked short dress (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/orcy8l-l-610x610-dress-longsleeve+sequin+dress-gold+sequins-gold+dress-champagne+dress-gold+sequin+dress-sequin+dress-champagne+sequin+dress-homecoming-homecoming+dress-sequins-rose+gold+sequin+dre.jpg) and a golden venetian mask. (https://previews.123rf.com/images/miss_j/miss_j1706/miss_j170600012/79857585-golden-venetian-ball-mask-over-dark-background-with-copyspace-masquerade-party-or-holiday-event-cele.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego, mentioning Alex<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Acting<br></span><hr><br>"I suppose I am not. Or maybe I am? It depends on what you would qualify as good or bad no?"<br><br>She snickered. Her childish self had always been much stronger than the pretend and fake stylish girl, let alone the arogant rich girl.<br><br>"But yes, a drink would be lovely. My driver forgot to restock the champagne in the Rolls."<br><br>Again she giggled and readjusted her mask. She looked around and quickly noticed that there were a lot of women who were scarcely dressed and men who were very well dressed. The other thing she realised was that her golden glitter dress and matching mask were a bit overkill between all the more restrained black and blue tints. <br><br>"Yes, this is my first time. I happened to be in the country."<br><br>She lied. Clover had flown in from the UK on one of the company's private jets especially for this party but nobody had to know. In fact, she rather kept her real identity hidden. She followed Diego to the bar and ordered a sparkly mineral water. <br><br>"If I start drinking alcohol now, I might miss the end of this soiree."<br><br>Clover looked at Diego as she downed the glass of water in one go and then she noticed another bright colour coming into the house. White lace with a black mask. Classy. Very classy. <br><br>"So.. Mister... white suit.. How do people address each other on an occasion such as tonight?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>15-07-2018, 23:41:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering<br><strong>Time:</strong> Can be as vague or specific as you like, the party is from 5pm to dawn. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bumping into someone<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>"Yes.. I get it. I’ll abstain from hitting anyone that pisses me off. Honestly woman it was just one time."</strong><br><br>Jaden removed the phone from his ear as the tirade of abuses, as his assistant liked to call them, soon came forth. Listening all the times he misbehaved at a social gathering, stepped over the line, slept with someone he shouldn’t have, well you get the picture. When the noise from the phone chattered down Jaden put it back to his ear only to sigh, exasperated as his assistant once again caught him, per usual.<br><br><strong>"Yes I stopped listening. Alright, listen Rachel. I promise to be on my best behavior. No, it’s a real promise. I swear. What do you mean.. ‘My swears aren’t worth anything?’.. Remind me to fire you tomorrow morning."</strong><br><br>Jaden pressed his thumb to the end call button, rolling his eyes at the persistence of his assistant. Well, she had been his assistant for five years. So it was likely that she knew his attitude, or lack thereof, better than almost anyone else. He pulled the car into park, pocketing his phone and keys, as he retrieved the box from the glove compartment. The words ‘Wear this- Rachel’ scrawled on the card at the top of the box. He tossed the card into the backside, loosely tugging at the strings and pushing them to the side so it was easier for him to just outright remove the slid by sliding it off rather than taking the time to undo the ribbons. Once it was off Jaden caught sight of the mask inside, a slight tick working in his jaw as he muttered under his breath. <strong>"Bit gaudy.. Rachel. Oh.. Whatever."</strong> He tugged the mask from the box, slipping out of the car and locking the door as he made his way to the mansion entrance.<br><br>He placed the mask over his face, noticing that the strings behind the mask were undone he dipped into a corridor, meandering about, as both hands reached behind him and tugged at the strings of the mask. Of course, there had to be four separate strings. He began tying the strings together while wandering down the hall, the mask loosely fitted to his face with his right eye partially blocked so when he rounded the corner he, obviously, ended up colliding with the person on his right that he’d been unable to see. His hands released the still, slightly undone, strings and straightened the mask to get a good look at the person he’d just rudely bumped into. He had been about to just pull the mask off entirely, before remembering that his assistant had made it specifically clear (for whatever reason) that he shouldn’t just unmask himself willy nilly. Actually, the more he thought about it the more he felt like he was getting his chain pulled, but he’d deal with that later if it was the case.<br><br>Turning back to the poor woman he’d accidentally bumped into it, and it wasn’t exactly a soft bump either considering he’d been walking at about half-speed and while the clothes didn’t show it Jaden was rather muscled, so that bump was about the same as being pushed by a wall, if walls could push. Jaden was quick about apologizing once he’d readjusted his mask to get a look at her. A slightly sheepish, yet somehow still arrogant, smile on his lips as he extended a hand to her. Incase the ‘bump’ had ended up knocking her other, his other hand still fumbling around with the strings on the back of his head, causing that red-gold mask to loosen again. <strong>"I’m so sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention and I should not have come around the corner so fast."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 00:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWE5OGY0ZjYtZGExMi00ZDc3LWI4OGYtNzdkMTg0NWNkMzJlXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjQwMDg0Ng@@._V1_UY317_CR121,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Bowman<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather pants, sequin crop top (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Clab0J9WIAAKr8i.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex, Mentioning Clover<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br></span><hr><br>Sam Bowman felt fantastic.&nbsp; SHe pulled off her helmet and teased out her blonde hair, dropping her head down so she could brush the helmet hair away.&nbsp; It was worth it though.&nbsp; Riding Alex's motorcycle always made her feel good.&nbsp; The way Alex was looking at her after she'd finished with her hair made her feel good too.&nbsp; She loved being the center of attention. <br><br>"Of course I am, why wouldn't we?&nbsp; You've played what, four, five sold out shows in Manhattan?&nbsp; That's no small feat!"&nbsp; She said hooking her arm around the girl's waist as they stepped up the stairs to the mansion.&nbsp; She was less concerned about her face, after all, she had no reason to hide anything from anyone.&nbsp; Still, she put on the white mask with black trim and put it over the bridge of her nose.<br><br>As they entered the foyer, she noticed the blonde checking out Alex.&nbsp; She let her hand slide down just a little possessively and squeezed Alex's butt.&nbsp; "My my, this looks like an interesting party after all."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 03:40:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.escapismmagazine.com/gallery/5924340ad910f.jpeg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Gregory Andrews (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272208#msg14272208)<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Wandering around<br><strong>Time:</strong>&nbsp; A little after six<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Suit (http://nextluxury.com/wp-content/uploads/manly-guys-navy-blue-suit-fashionable-suits.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br></span><hr><br>The yearly Masquerade was something which always made Gregory excited for on some level.&nbsp; After some time, it became programmed in his mind, a holiday that he could not help but to look forward to in his day to day affairs.&nbsp; A retreat from the monotonous, from the demanding and cruel madam that was his life and career.&nbsp; Often, whilst taking in the demands of this person and that person, staring at the a deadline, or trying to sculpt the impossible and impractical, he would remind himself that it was only a matter of time, that each second brought him closer and closer to the general fuckery that he enjoyed.<br><br>But, to be honest, there was always a different sort of fuckery he always enjoyed more.<br><br>Was it rude?&nbsp; Perhaps.&nbsp; But then again, he supposed you would need a mask to wear some of those supposed, so-called outfits out of the house and in public.&nbsp; It was a joy, a pleasure, to take in the fashionably questionable choices that some people made in such a relaxed and intimate place.&nbsp; <br><br>To some, he felt the urge to ask whose work they wore.&nbsp; To others, he had to resist the desire to throw a curtain over them in the hopes of covering the tragedies that clung to their bodies.&nbsp; Gregory had to wonder if some of these people had any taste, or any restraint, or any brains at all.&nbsp; It was but a wonder that he had yet to see someone strut past him in full latex regalia, as if about to lead the charge against some semen monsters from outer space.&nbsp; Seed demons beware!<br><br>But in the end, all he could do was to keep his critiques and remarks to himself and the glass of gin in his hand.&nbsp; It was not as if he were some loosely lipped airhead, spouting whatever thought came whistling through the empty cavern of his head.&nbsp; Gregory had class.&nbsp; He had the decency to say it if asked, or when the topic was out of the room.<br><br>Regardless.&nbsp; He was simply happy to be there sipping his gin as he wandered the house, rather than drowning in fabric in his studio a world away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 04:03:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Of all the things she might have been expecting to happen tonight as she glanced about without any particular hurry or worry, nearly being flat out trucked by a random stranger with a crooked mask in a hallway had not come up <em>at al</em>l on Remy's list. There were so many far more pleasurable ways for one to get laid out after all. She would have like to say her general habit of expecting the unexpected would have served her well in this instance, but in truth she was caught off guard enough that there was little she could do to stop her body from colliding with the hard planes and angles of the male coming at her. Off balance, she stumbled slightly, avoiding twisting an ankle by some miracle, but caught herself. Her eyes cut up at her unintentional assailant as she stepped carefully back from him, her lips drawing down into an unpleasant sneer before she could stop it.<br><br><em>We're supposed to be nice, Rems. Its a party. Be nice...</em><br><br>"Damn, I mean, I like it rough and all but warn a girl first..." Er... wait. Remy took a deep breath and shook her head, waving that first attempt away and trying again since the guy had been nice enough to apologize.<br><br>"Look, it's... it's fine. No harm, no foul." She replied, her voice even and surprisingly light all things considered. "Though you might wanna fix your mask <em>before</em> you get going again. The next girl might not be so lucky." Her tone shifted slightly but the wry tinge to her voice was at least not bitchy. That was something, wasn't it?<br><br>"Here, turn around and I'll help you with your mask, if you'd like," she offered, despite the stronger urge to simply pull it away and know who it was she was talking to. Reading people's faces was a skill she'd cultivated over the years, a skill that had given her no small amount of success and allowed her to finagle almost any situation to her advantage... and most of that was useless now. It was annoying. Yes, there were other cues to go by but, well, with strangers (and fully clothes ones at that) faces were easier. "Unless of course you were busy chasing after someone. In which case, you're totally going the wrong way, slick."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 04:22:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering<br><strong>Time:</strong> Can be as vague or specific as you like, the party is from 5pm to dawn. <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bumping into someone<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Attitude. That was the first thing that popped into Jaden’s head when the gorgeous raven-locked woman decided to open her mouth. Then again, it really wasn’t far for him to judge her so harshly when <em>he had</em> been the one who was truly at fault. After all, the poor woman hadn’t expected to ended up winded and assaulted just by walking down the halls and he was entirely to blame for the fact that he’d bumped into her. It wasn’t shared responsibility, just singular responsibility that was entirely the cause of such affairs. <strong>"Well.. at least now I know that you like it rough.. Though I’m very sorry if left any injuries on you in my haste."</strong> Jaden was, extremely tempted to brush his hand over her just to make sure that she was alright. But, considering the wry nature of her tongue it was probably best if he kept all bodily contact to a minimum. Then again, she had offered to fix his mask.. and someone who wasn’t going to be named had decided to get him what could only be described as the most annoying mask possible. <br><br><strong>"If it isn’t too much trouble for you..I wouldn’t mind a bit of help."</strong> His hand, which had still been clutching at the mask’s strings on the back of his head, withdrew themselves and instead rested on the front of the mask to keep it from slipping off, and repositioning it once more. Once he was sure the mask was straight, he turned around, offering his back to her where she’d see each side of the mas was adorned two silken red strings. Meant to be tight above and below so that the mask could orient itself on his face but not unnecessarily&nbsp; cling to just one position.<br><br>While Jaden waited for her to tie the mask, her other comment gave him little comfort as to his choice of hallway. <strong>"I wasn’t really headed anywhere. First time here.. I just needed a hallway to duck into and fix the mask. Though.. why is this the wrong way? Isn’t the party all over the mansion? Or we all meant to be corralled up into one little space?"</strong> There was a slight tone to his voice, teasing but also amused. <strong>"You’re sure I didn’t hurt you, right?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 04:23:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parisa Shah | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Meh...</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>"Oh. My. God. Is that you, Francesca? You look like a goddess!"</em><br><br>In the world of attempted anonymity that surrounded her, this might have been a no-no. However, for anyone that knew Francesca enough to be calling out her name in greeting in the first place, they'd know she didn't care. No, she'd not be putting up a vlog about "that one time at a sexy masquerade..." but neither was there even an ounce of shame over the way she chose to spend her free time. So when she heard her name and turned with mild surprise to find the source, it was easy to let the smile come when she spotted none other than Parisa Shah coming her way.<br><br>"Well hello hello, gorgeous," she said with emphasis, doing nothing to hide the appreciative and playful scan of her gaze over delicious curves. No way she'd ever forget the woman who'd essentially taught her how to properly highlight her <em>assets</em>.<br><br>"That was the general idea, of course," she confessed in reply to the Parisa's compliment as she moved to close the space between them and hug the other woman. None of that fake bs either, but rather a genuine hug that she couldn't deny enjoying despite its brevity. A light kiss was dropped on the brunette's cheek before Francesca pulled back, her green eyes gleaming through her white and gold mask. "But look at you! You are working the hell out of that dress. Still as stunning as ever." She gushed before sipping at her champagne. She might have been young back when they'd first met but it was clear that Francesca was no longer a mere girl. The thoughts running through her head certainly didn't belong to one.<br><br>"Okay, so how long has it been? What have you been up to?!"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 05:11:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Remy waved off his worry of injury. She doubted very much that he'd even managed to bruise her but if so she'd certainly been through worse. Some of it even on camera. Being not quite 5'3" without the heels tended to make others somehow think of her as fragile or dainty but Remy was neither and didn't bother trying to pretend. Even if she did have to reach up kinda far to tie the guy's mask in place properly.<br><br>"Not at all," came her reply as she turned and stepped closer. He'd turned so she could get to the strings and from this position, Remy couldn't help but note his stature. His height relative to hers, the breadth of his shoulders compared to the trim waist. He certainly gave the impression of being rather fit, especially if the impression of him she'd gotten as they'd collided was anything to go by. Of course, Remy met a lot of handsome and physically fit men, that won little in the way of points with her, masks or no. Instead she knew it tended to be overall presence that did it for her, though as a natural switch that still left room for variety--though why she was even thinking about that now was a bit confusing. <br><br>Neatly manicured nails gleamed under the soft hallway lighting as her fingers worked to secure the strings. "Is that okay?" She asked once and then again, to be sure she wasn't going to strangle his face with the mask. It needed to be tight enough to hold the thing securely so he could see but only just. She'd hate to be accused of trying to choke out another guest. At least without their permission anyway and Slick here didn't seem much the type. She'd caught the edge of arrogance to him already in the few short moments between them.<br><br>A soft snort of laughter escaped her as he questioned her suggestion that maybe he was going the wrong way. "I only meant, maybe you were chasing some cute little thing and if so, no one else has passed me yet except you. As for where the party's at... I'd say its wherever you make it. Either way, I promise you, Slick. I'm fine." She assured him, releasing the strings and stepping around him once he'd given the okay. "What, you wanna check me over to be sure?" Her brow arched but it was behind her fuller mask. Her hands went to her hips, her weight shifting slightly as she regarded him. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 05:45:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESBK6X4zE8E/UquijEkbDGI/AAAAAAAABkE/xim_xU14qJc/w530-h798-n/mask_new_color.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Parisa Shah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14273270#msg14273270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to the entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early in the evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sheer strapless dress, opera gloves, lace mask, no underwear<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Francesca, Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> She can do this "All Night" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FWRT9C9XMQ)<br></span><hr><br>Parisa squealed as Francesca embraced her, their curves pressing into each other. The pleasure was mixed with a bit of jealousy as Parisa realized those immaculate breasts felt... real. She quickly got over it as she remembered just what sort of event they were at and conversation turned to Parisa's favorite subject... herself.<br><br>"Damn, girl... it's been ages. Since that thing for Disney. Or was it Nickelodeon?&nbsp; One of those places with a lot of bright colors and teenage boys that kept staring at my tits. Their parents would notice and then dramaaaaaaaaa.&nbsp; I ditched that clock-punching bullshit years ago. You want my ass fixing your face then you make an appointment. I'm head bitch in charge after my YouTube channel ex-plo-ded. I thought I would only get some budding drag queens in cow-tipping country to watch but word about my fabulousness spread like herpes. Now I even got a lipstick line coming out... Pouty by Parisa. I wanted to keep it out of tacky ass places like Walmart but that's where the money is. Mama's gotta get paid. As a wise woman once said, it's expensive to look this cheap."<br><br>Downing the rest of her champagne, Parisa waved a waiter over. She exchanged her empty flute for a full one, although it didn't stay that way for long. Giving the waiter's bum a squeeze, she shooed him off.<br><br>"What about you, bitch? Clearly you've grown up... and out. Kinda shocked you ain't flaunting it in front of a camera still. Last I heard you were doing some saving the world type shit. Glad to see hugging trees didn't give you a stick up your ass." <br><br>Parisa couldn't help smirking as she thought about what she would like to stick up Francesca's ass. She certainly wasn't a kid anymore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 07:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ih0.redbubble.net/image.507443861.4472/pp,550x550.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Diego "Mr. White"&nbsp; Reyes <br><strong>Location:</strong> Entry Hall &gt;&gt; Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/84c7ad/1279319292/il_570xN.1279319292_khdu.jpg?version=0)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mia, Clover <br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a <br></span><hr><br>Diego was amused by the young woman, not that the mask would reveal the way his features shifted. Everyone pretended to by someone else when behind the mask, if this was who she was then he was no one to judge. His mask would come off soon enough, he didn't care those around them knew who he was. There was no secret identity to maintain,&nbsp; a spouse or government to represent. <br><br>"Do you keep a busy schedule?" He asked, letting the conversation flow. Diego simply pointed at a bottle of brown amber liquor, signed a few fingers and the tender moved to retrieve the order. "Are you waiting for a goodie bag at the end?" He teased, a smile spreading across his face. "This party ends when you want it too. If you see something you like you go and take it, play with it and be done with it if you wish." Diego shared, nodding his appreciation to the tender as he set down his drink and moved to cater to other guests. <br><br>"It varies from person to person, some want to keep who they are a secret. Your elected officials, men of the cloth and other questionable sorts. Some don't care, I am one among them. Tonight, no one cares who you are, how much money you have or how you got it. Everyone here is looking to fuck, plain and simple." Diego continued, removing his mask, the requirements of the masquerade had been met. "I'm Diego Reyes, but Mr. White has a good ring to it. Shall I call you Ms. Gold?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 07:20:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bumping into someone<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>"Much obliged.."</strong> Jaden muttered as she stepped closer, feeling her hands on the strings he waited contently for her to tighten them. Contrary to a certain woman’s beliefs, if she did end up choking him Jaden wouldn’t have minded, per say, he just wouldn’t let her continue. Jaden was a switch, it was just simply that he preferred to take the top and only ever bothered relinquishing it if the person in question had earned it. We’ll, not earned, but moreso taken. It just happened that very few people were willing to try and take anything from him. Maybe it was because of his rather imposing, arrogant, nature.<br><br>Once she was finished he gave a slight nod as he turned to face her again. His hand on the mask releasing it before touching at the side and slightly shifting it around before giving another brief nod. <strong>"It’s much better, thank you."</strong> With the mask no longer slightly impairing one eye, it gave Jaden a chance to properly look over the shorter woman, which he did. He did so brazenly, in front of her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was giving her a rather long once over before bringing his eyes back to her face. After all, he might have looked her over in a very primal way but he was still going to speak to her like a gentleman would a lady. At least, that was his intention before he comment caused his lips to break out in a smile, almost a smirk as his head cocked to the side.<br><br><strong>"Oh? Do you take me for the type to just go chasing some.. cute little thing. Don’t get me wrong.. I prefer a good chase but.. I don’t really go for cute. I prefer wild, and sexy. But.. more to the point. Slick? Really?"</strong> That smirk of his curved ever so slightly more, and though she couldn’t see it, his brow had raised up slightly at her verbiage. What was he, some 80’s gentleman trying to make the moves on her? Well.. if she was going to call him slick, and she did just give him permission to check things over. Why not? With that lingering thought in mind Jaden stepped closer to her, intimately closer while his torso slightly leaned in, and down, towards her as he muttered. <strong>"Well, since you’ve given me permission. I might as well check. I am a doctor after all."</strong><br><br>He most assuredly wasn’t a doctor, but that didn’t keep him from reaching out towards her. <strong>"Excuse me."</strong> His hand slipping between the open space between her hands and hips and touching her side, his other hand moving towards her shoulder. The hand on the shoulder was moreso to keep her from suddenly shoving or pushing him away, if she decided to slap at him he probably wouldn’t blame her or try to stop her. As for the other hand, once it eased onto her side it made a short stroll back, along her lower back, before reaching down and resting on the curve of her rear and giving her bottom a rather possessive, and strong, squeeze. <strong>"No.. I think you’re right. You seem.. <em>just fine.</em>"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 07:52:16</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> And this. </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO-8kk2T9b8</div></div><hr><br><br>Sleek like a bullet, the black limousine rolled along the drive, too quickly it moved as if urged onward past all limits by an unseen taskmaster. The sudden stop before the doors of the mansion sent the expensive shocks and the passengers inside to jostling. More than one mixed drink was spilled. Music and raucous voices seeped past the tinted, rolled up windows. Hurriedly, the driver exited and jogged the distance around to open the opposite passenger door. The feminine gaggle of voices rose to pierce the air then fell silent, as a pair of red stilettos stepped purposefully from the car’s interior. A little, red dress followed the shapely legs of the young woman who stepped out. Carelessly, she gazed at the surroundings, as if to see where she might have landed, or who might be about. Lifting a hand, she pushed back a wayward strand of hair. The wide smile that stretched across her face was a practiced one. <br><br>At the door, Kitty Conrad greeted her hostess, “How lovely to see you again Mia,” and placed a kiss upon each soft cheek. The young actress smelled strongly of alcohol and cigarettes. “Apologies for my tardiness! The drive was absolutely dreadful! I’m sure you understand,” Except the drive had been uneventful but for one member of Kitty’s entourage that had not been able to handle the pre-party-party. The girl had to be dropped off early and dropped forever from Kitty’s circle of hangers-on. Disgusted, the actress had forbid entry to the party, to the entire rest of the group. In the limo, they were required to stay, unless they could procure other means of getting home. Kitty squeezed Mia’s arm fondly. “Gregory, my assistant should be arriving shortly as well. You know how he worries about me!” <br><br>With poise and confidence, Kitty walked, head high, brown eyes sparkling alert. The slight waver in her step was difficult to notice between the swing of the tiny dress and the crush of revelers in attendance. She looked for friends, close or otherwise. Not finding those, she gave a nod to a woman she had sat next to at a fashion show, a gentle touch upon the sleeve of a PR executive, a smile for a hot couple. Kitty moved through the crowd, shook hands, and made lighthearted and loud, flirty conversation. What she wished for was a respite from judgement, a retreat from expectation. What she needed was the bar. Good fucking God, why couldn’t they put it near the front door?<br><br>From a passing waiter’s tray she snatched a glass of champagne in a turning, playful spin. The bubbly liquid was downed in one go, and the empty flute discarded next to an ornate flower arrangement. Looking up from the oversized leaves, Kitty found her own personal El Dorado. The bar. <br><br>“Ahhh, you devil! I’ve discovered you at last!” the young woman declared with gusto.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 13:11:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://st2.depositphotos.com/1177973/8764/i/450/depositphotos_87640648-stock-photo-man-in-hat-making-piano.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Headley (Head)<br><strong>Location:</strong> From the hallway to the kitchen<br><strong>Time:</strong> early in the party<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> His usual white shirt and suspenders, and hat. A Jacques Brel mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> apprehensive<br></span><hr>Head wasn’t quite sure who the pretty couple who had given him a ride in their limo were, and they had spent most of the journey so occupied with each other it seemed impertinent to enquire.&nbsp; Still he was glad of the invitation, and Mia’s p.a. had been so helpful when he’d made up a story about his limo not turning up to enable him to hitch the ride.&nbsp; He put on his Jacques Brel mask, and took a deep breath.<br><br>The champagne on arrival was tempting but he was aiming for two sets on the piano, one early, one late, and for the early one he thought he’d stay sober.&nbsp; So he whispered into a waiter’s ear, ‘Any chance of an Earl Grey tea’, and after re-phrasing that so it made sense to the non-English, was soon guided to the kitchen where a benign Spanish-speaking woman couldn’t find Earl Grey, but found ‘manzanilla’, which would do.&nbsp; Chamomile to calm the nerves. Not that he was nervous, of course not.&nbsp; It’s just that Head had lost some of his confidence lately.&nbsp; He’d started to feel that life was a party he wasn’t invited to, but here he was all the same.&nbsp; Only behind a piano would he be himself again.<br><br>Or Jacques Brel, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 15:43:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>He’d arrived fashionably late, not out of choice but more a happenstance of forgetfulness. Truth be told, Daniel had been half asleep in the car that has escorted him to the event since he was only just coming down from his jet-lag. As a CEO he had certain responsibilities that kept him bouncing around from one management area of his company, to other, reassuring various shareholders, and generally just sucking the joy out of his day. So, events like this were rare escapes for Daniel where he could just kick back and relax. Relaxation, of course, being in the form of a hard drink, or three, and the company of someone that neither recognized him nor cared who he was. One of the few reasons he made a point of attending any masquerade ball that he could when he went globe-trotting. It did help that it was so wickedly fun to tease someone when there was nothing but anonymity on the table.<br><br>The car had pulled up and instead of exiting from the main door, Daniel stepped out from the driver’s seat and tossed his keys to a valet. About a mile or two from the mansion Daniel had given his driver a mask, and put him in the back, and told him to enjoy himself tonight. It wasn’t out of kindness, it just meant that his driver would serve as a nice distraction, detracting from him. After all nobody would care what mask the driver was wearing, but whoever stepped out the backseat of the black Cadillac would cause a few people to pay attention. Daniel was having none of that.<br><br>He left his driver to bask in the lime-light while he made a quick retreat through the various crowds of people chattering amongst themselves. He wandered around the entrance for a while, looking for someone, or something, exciting. Eventually he was about to give up his search and decide to look elsewhere when a certain red-dressed beauty arrived. Her arrival in the limo had peaked some of his curiosity, and the gold mask bejeweled with various gems certainly drew his attention. Now she, was a real catch. Just the type of person that someone like him wanted to get close to and seduce under the guise of amenity. It was probably not fair that he’d paid special attention to her because she came out of the limo, but then again for all he knew someone was playing the same trick as him. It didn’t change the fact that whoever had come out of the limo was stunning, and his type, and completely worthy of being pursued.<br><br>Which was why, even though Daniel had stood there watching her saunter off, he soon quickly made up his mind to follow her. He watched as she made her way through the crowd, various people, mingling and meeting before she finally grabbed at the first champagne glass that had passed her and downed it. The scene caused him to smile before he soon fetched down the waiter, taking two glasses from him as he made his way over to the spinning damsel. He touched the glass in his left hand against the back of her shoulder, the cool glass against her skin, before walking around to face her, if she didn’t turn slightly towards the foreign touch. The glass hand extended towards her as a slight smile decorated his lips. <strong>"It seems like you’re going to need another."</strong> Behind that white mask his blue eyes stared down at her, a little gleam of mischief hidden away in that ocean of blue but it didn’t change the fact that he was looking at her intently not unlike a prospector having finally found a vein of gold. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Devilyn Sydhe</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 16:14:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/7MKIpgPqCAoq_4P5ERiPHEx8qrtU9XlBcunHVwdL8ykGNkB_hPPnM8MW6HcPOEXWMvm-7F3MGnAd5wZFS9zH31V4iBwcekRLlXTX-b8jp6FD2wozPIjEelEXIr8FXzs5wza7rsDlng=w2400)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Dylan McDowell<br><strong>Location:</strong> On the way and entering the lion's den<br><strong>Time:</strong> Slightly late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white suit, black wolf </span><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">mask</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/mcVZQhQBvTI5fOpSvQSRtGKqVBTqMiIr6QmSnWJSh2BN8wsQVPn7bPjqT1NgT_6Irx75bJG--s69TiJUnDn2Gs8jrlpfjBoOtoL2dLGBVFyTwe5FDOyJwxOFDwoe00PxVLeL2D1e0g=w2400)</div></div><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, mentions of Mia Romero, Remy Rousseau<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <em>I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was...</em><br><hr><br><br><br><br>five years ago, he would have been the first one through the door.&nbsp; Ten years ago, he would have been a party favor.&nbsp; Now, Dylan was running so late that it might be fair to consider he was subconsciously sabotaging himself yet again.&nbsp; He wasn't even sure if he should be at this party.&nbsp; His social presence hadn't been strong since his last successful stint in rehab three years ago even though he had begun to make a name for himself all over again, only now behind the camera lens.&nbsp; There was a day when he would eat up this sort of nightlife or, closer to the truth, it would swallow him whole.&nbsp; Now that he had been spit out the other side, he wondered if he could truly ever fit in again.<br><br>All such doubt now had to be squashed, however, as he had received a golden ticket to what most in the know knew to be an adult candyland.&nbsp; No one in their right mind would dare turn down an invitation to the Romero masquerade ball and all the wonders that entailed.&nbsp; He thought he remembered Mia from years past though most of his youthful memories were bits and pieces and clouded by chemicals.&nbsp; Still, she, and her daughter as well, were far too gorgeous for anyone to turn down and so here he was in the back of an Uber racing toward the Romero mansion.&nbsp; As Dylan rested his head against the backseat for a moment, he hoped no one remembered his youthful days of cocaine fueled nonsense.&nbsp; In those days, there was very little off limits or taboo as extreme pleasure was shared and reputations were soiled, though Dylan swears to this very day that that was not his donkey and he didn't even know that girl.&nbsp; Yes, it would likely be best that he not run into any of the old crowd.<br><br>As his eyes slightly closed, he began to get that familiar feeling of being watched.&nbsp; That sense was something he had grown far less accustomed to these days so those blues flew open to meet the gaze of the Uber driver in the rear view mirror.&nbsp; It was quite apparent the man was studying Dylan, searching his own memory as he peered back at his passenger.&nbsp; Several awkward moments passed before the driver got the nerve to inquire.<br><br><strong>Haven't I seen you somewhere before, you do look so familiar...</strong> Dylan felt a bit of pride swelling as he had at one time appeared in nearly every popular magazine of the era and felt flattered someone still remembered.&nbsp; A few years out of the business may have well as been a few decades as old faces were replaced by newer, younger types.<br><br><strong>Well, I have had my picture in a few magazines over the years...</strong> Dylan's heart sank as the driver's head shook hoping he wasn't referring to those few b grade horror films he appeared in or, worse, his mug shot the time he was arrested by customs officials in Canada.<br><br><strong>No, weren't you on Remy Rousseau's show, yeah you were, I remember now, she is one fine piece of...well, I mean, I'd love to have her investigate my privates... </strong> Dylan actually winced at the man's attempted joke having never heard that sentiment put in quite such a classless manner.&nbsp; Remy was a devastating combination of beauty and brains to his recollection and deserved better.&nbsp; Better than this man's words and better than the man Dylan had been when he worked for her.&nbsp; Before he could dwell on that further, the driver continued lewdly.<br><br><strong>Did you and her ever, you know...C'mon, it's just us guys, you can tell me...</strong> Dylan rolled his eyes as he was sure he'd never wish to tell the big goof the time of day let alone anything personal.&nbsp; As he was about to tell the man exactly that, his cell phone began to ring.&nbsp; He distracted himself by seeing that it was Robin, his personal assistant, calling and thought it better to answer than to continue this conversation.<br><br><strong><em>Hey Robin...yeah, I know you wanted to come, but I explained...yes, this is a highly exclusive event...no, that's not an insult...listen, I'm not even sure about tonight myself, if things aren't going well maybe we could...no, it's not a booty call...hello??</em></strong>&nbsp; Dylan glared at his phone, the audacity of her to hang up on him.&nbsp; She was far more a country girl and just wouldn't fit in at a party like this even if he did wonder just what she might look like in a little black dress.&nbsp; She never really cared for that explanation but it made sense to him all the same.&nbsp; Dylan caught a fleeting smirk from his driver as they arrived at the mansion, the man seemingly incapable of keeping his thoughts to himself.<br><br><strong>You rich types are all alike, a bunch of trust fund babies and thieves.&nbsp; Alex Jones says...</strong>&nbsp; Dylan exited the vehicle mid-sentence, taking little interest in hearing any more.&nbsp; Dylan had enough on his own plate to worry about the ramblings of a fool.&nbsp; He took a moment to smooth the wrinkles of his suit with his left hand before raising his black wolf mask with his right.&nbsp; He paused just within the doorway to take a long deep breath and survey all that lay within sight.&nbsp; He couldn't help having one of Robin's annoying country songs start playing in his mind as he thought <em>I'm not as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 18:29:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/6e9e87b59e2fc5be49035a287d1274df/tumblr_o3yq766uLl1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Trond Vissen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cara Romero, OPEN<br></span><hr>It wasn't so much that Trond felt out of place. Well, he did, but it was only because he was. He'd been out of the dating game for years and while he was fine at charity events and your average social gathering, something like this was so far out of his range, he wasn't entirely sure what to do next, so he applied himself to filling up on liquid courage for the moment, and hoping that his moment would come.<br><br>Lo and behold, an opportunity arose. The form it arose in was certainly eye-grabbing, wrapped in a tight black dress, heels and a lacy fox mask. Young, lithe and stopping right in front of him was enough to grab his attention immediately. She asked if it was his first time, and he wasn't sure if there was some sort of double entendre to be understood there, so he didn't respond, his eyes narrowing and taking another sip from his glass. She seemed to assume that that meant a yes, because she offered to show him around and extending her hand to take.<br><br>He wanted to know the name of his savior, but he'd noted how careful Corwin had been to avoid using names, and the whole point of a masquerade was to hide the identities of those indulging themselves so...<br><br>"Sure, why not?" He said softly, taking her hand and deftly tucking it into his arm, letting him step in next to her, letting her lead the way, since she seemed to know where they seemed to be going. He sipped his glass again," It's been a while since I've been to anything like this. Well, never anything quite like this," He turned, offering a smile," I'm not sure that I should ask your name. Is that breaking some sort of unspoken rule?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 18:42:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>He wasn't sure if honesty was the way to go here. Sometimes it was disarming, sometimes not so much. He went with allowing his silence to say that he'd not wanted to appear too eager to come after her. Or not, whichever worked best with what he could imagine was a fertile imagination. The music was lively, and very much his style, not unlike the woman in his arms. She seemed never to stop moving, and in truth, he was thankful that he'd put his glass down on the way here. He doubted he could keep up at her pace with any kind of coordination if he was drinking.<br><br>As it was, he followed her step for step into the center of the dance floor. He feinted to the right, twirling her with his hand in hers so that she was now facing away from him, gripping both her hands in his and drawing them across her waist where his hands settled, releasing her hands and letting her guide with the active movements of her hips. His head dipped down again, assaulted with the heady scent of her hair as he drew close to her ear again, teasing the lobe with his teeth before answering her second question.<br><br>"If I'm honest," He growled, a hint of an Irish accent slipping in," I didn't get much further than 'Delectable'."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 20:40:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oWIKkRA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alex Carson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14271516#msg14271516)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White lace dress (https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/268541/main/plunging_floral_lace_dress_re8111_dresses_6.jpg?1439876919) with black mask (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/7b/a8/fb7ba84636ccf789d44b88d9bfdd3b8d.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, open<br></span><hr><br>"You think?"&nbsp; Alex was glancing over to Sam, who looked all the more enticing whilst wearing the little lace-rimmed mask. She leaned into her, all the more so when she felt her hand wander to less appropriate places. "It does have its charm," she nodded. "And by charm I guess I mean an in-your-face kind of billionaire vibe. I don't even know what I'd do with all this space. Rent it out as a hotel, maybe. Invite all our friends and have, well... something like this. But probably a lot less sophisticated," she added with a grin. A waiter approached them and she politely nodded as she accepted one of the tall, long-stemmed glasses. "And with a lot stronger booze, too," Alex added drily. <br><br>They both knew what they'd agreed on, and only because Alex had insisted were there any established rules to begin with. Sam was like a magpie; so quick to&nbsp; wonder at the sight of something shiny. And while Alex had no trouble getting by on her own, they hadn't arrived here together to spend the entire night apart. <br><br>"We'll meet here in two hours, yeah?" she said, casting Sam a subtle, though meaningful look. Her fingertips lightly brushed her bare arm, and she turned to face the girl who had brought her here; the shiny butterfly that was bound to flutter all over the place over the course of the evening. Alex didn't know if she had it in her to do the same. <br><br>"Two hours," she urged her. It was then that a mischievous little smile crept onto her full, dark coloured lips. "And for now I want one kiss to get me in the right mood." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 21:15:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Remy let the man look his fill. It wasn't hurting her any and really, it just seemed petty to give him a hard time about the blatant once over when she'd just chastised him for not being able to see properly. Besides, technically she was more covered than half the women she'd glimpsed upon entering. Then again, it was really only a few buttons or a flip of her skirt that kept her from true indecency. She didn't think anyone would object to a few lacy bits and the boots that climbed her legs. She might have not been entirely gung-ho about the party scene but she had said she'd try and she'd meant it. <br><br>"Wild and sexy, eh?" She pretended to consider that. "Don't suppose I've seen any of those pass by either but I'll let you know if that changes." Her lips actually quirked slightly, though did nothing to ruin the slightly challenging air that seemed present about her without even trying. That was just Remy for you. Others either got used to it or had a hard time with the petite brunette--which her fans seemed to enjoy just as much as anything else she did. "And yes. Slick." She reaffirmed even as he leaned closer to her. That was as good a name as any she decided, surprised to find that she actually didn't want to know his name. Or rather, she did, just as much as she wanted to see his face, but one without the other was just a tease and really, there was something to be said for the way her awareness of him picked up with that extra edge of uncertainty. Anonymous Slick really was anonymous to her in this moment.<br><br>And she was starting to get an inkling of why that didn't have to be a bad thing.<br><br>Remy held her place as the man opted to take her up on her open ended offer. Her gaze dropped to his hand where it settled on her waist but lifted slowly as that touch began to slide around to her back and down to her ass. The squeeze given chased a small involuntary sound from between her lips but should have had her backing away, perhaps after giving him an unmistakable piece of her mind. However, the spirit of the night had to be considered and, well, she was here already... Ultimately her response was only to reach for his tie. It didn't look to be pinned but rather simply tucked into his vest to be held in place, so she pulled it free. Her head tilted up toward his as she began to wrap the slim fabric around her left hand, almost reeling him in a bit though she did not apply any actual force toward that aim. <br><br>"A doctor, you say?" She half whispered to him in the empty hallway from less than inches away. "I'd say your bedside manner needs some improvement, Slick. Not to mention your diagnosis. I mean, you only gave one area a test. How do you know I'm not injured elsewhere? Or do you intend to simply take my word for it." She smirked at him now, curious as to what his reaction would be and whether she herself was merely playing--yes, she too could be playful--or if she genuinely meant something by her own words and actions.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>16-07-2018, 21:52:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parisa Shah | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Get this party started!</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Yep, Parisa was still the same, loud, long-winded, and yet oddly charming woman Francesca remembered. There wasn't a truly catty bone in the blonde's body so her reaction to the other woman was entirely different but no less enthused. <br><br>"Oooh, props to you. Let me know when the line drops, I'll snap some up. I could use a new color or two to spice up the selfies." She giggled after making the obligatory duck face. "Oh, please, stahp!" she added, laughing further at Parisa's sense of humor before simply downing the rest of her glass of champagne. Not out of thirst or really a desire to have it go straight to her head, but rather because she was tired of holding the glass but didn't want to waste.<br><br>Handing over her empty once Parisa had called over a waiter, she declined to take another, instead running a hand through her blonde waves.<br><br>"Me? Yeah, you know... late bloomer unfortunately," she admitted, giving her own breasts a brief squeeze. She'd been a cute kid, tall and athletic, but she'd already stepped out of the limelight by the time puberty had caught up with her busy behind enough to smack the hell out of her. She definitely hit a rough patch in there but thankfully not enough people had cared what she was doing for that phase to be well documented. She was just glad she hadn't taken the flaming spiral of death so many others in her situation had. <br><br>"I still mess with social media and all, so there are camera snaps here and there because it helps get others involved to try and save the world--at least for a few hours anyway. But no, I got tired of the bull. I soooo much rather eat what I want, say what I want, and screw who I want. Every now and again someone tries to care if they think it can get them something but really, things are... better." Or maybe just different considering there was still plenty of BS to deal with now. "Having a stick up ones ass actually takes more work than you'd think and is hella uncomfortable. I'd rather pass. Much more pleasant things I can think to waste my time on." <br><br>Francesca waved that away. She'd long since decided she wasn't gonna pretend to be one of the stuck up starlets running around. She'd much rather have a good time.<br><br>"Small talk aside, is this the first time you've come to one of these little to-dos?" She turned and slipped her arm through Parisa's inviting the woman to take a walk with her. It was always interesting to take a little peek around and get a good idea of what was available. Though Frankie would have been lying if she said she wasn't of a mind to at least have a sample of the beauty beside her. She couldn't seem to help but wonder if the woman was as loud when she was coming as she was any other time. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 00:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Taking Advantage<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Slick, well their worse names he could be called. Jaden had decided to accept the fact that she was deciding to tease him with the rather old-fashioned name. Well, since he reckoned removing the masks was improper and asking for names sort of voided the purposes of the mask, new names were almost necessary if one wanted to avoid some confusion. Of course, he wasn’t thinking of a <em>proper</em> name to address her with. Since she’d given him a name old fashioned, for the sake of teasing, he was thinking up something similar. Working through the various options; darling, love, babe, etc. None of them really stuck before he decided he might as well use one from the same time as hers, just for a bit of symmetry.&nbsp; It probably wasn’t all that proper of him to be thinking of how to <em>address</em> her while his hand was touching her in a way that sort of required addressing, some formalities, even a date or a drink. Then again, she had offered, so if she was insulted he’d understand but he couldn’t say it hadn’t been worth it. She definitely had one fine ass, fine enough to warrant being slapped for plus that little sound she made was a nice bonus.<br><br>Of course what he hadn’t expected was for her not to slap him, Jaden had been a bit extra forward with the assumption that she’d slap him and that it wouldn’t bother him because he had bumped into her. So, her returning some physical harm was completely fair game. Though he wasn’t going to complain with her just&nbsp; tugging at his tie and gradually bringing him in, closer towards her, as that hand of his remained pressed rather firmly to her round bottom. Her whispered words bringing the slightest of smiles to his lips as his shoulders slightly shrugged, his body inching slightly closer towards her till it was practically pressing against hers. <strong>"I think.. you’re right, Doll. I should be more thorough in my analysis.. otherwise I run the risk of losing my license. So.. let me continue."</strong> His hand resting on her delicate bottom grasped tighter, giving a slightly brazen squeeze, before his hand would gradually work its way up across her waist side. The tips of his fingers pressing tight into her bod, touching her in his search to see if she was injured.<br><br>His other hand, which had been on her shoulder to keep her from pulling away, no longer had to worry about her suddenly pushing him away. Instead his fingers brushed across the length of her arm before dipping further forward to work its way over her side. His hand on her backside had been pointless considering that when he bumped into her she hadn’t exactly fallen, but this hand actually had a <em>purpose</em>. He had bumped into her side, so it was perfectly natural for him to stroke across her sides and run his hand along the side of her breast so that her ample cleavage would press into his palm. <strong>"Actually Doll.. there’s one point in particular that I think needs inspection. Right here.."</strong> He wasn’t talking about his hand on her breasts, or the hand pulling her hips in towards his, what he <em>was referring</em> to was his lips. Which had decided to close that last bit of distance between their lips. He took her in a deep, and slow, kiss. At least, he’d meant for it to be slow, but a few seconds in to the kiss it ended up becoming passionate and rough. He was being a bit more than playful.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 04:24:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dancefloor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Shorter after the party begins<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dancing<br></span><hr><br>He was spinning her about and she had no problem with that, he was keeping up after all. Not bad for a man his age. Of course to a twenty year old Olympian everyone was infirm and elderly. She kept spinning, moving, and weaving as he tucked her into him. Glancing about she tossed her clutch to a passing butler who was obviously prepared for such things and gave her a nod before going off to place it with the other items guests had dropped off for safe keeping. Such excellent staff this place had! Without them she would have had to pause the dance, and if there was one thing she wasn't doing, it was that! <br><br>She didn't mind having her back to him at all. His hands that had hers wrapped up weren't bad at all, and the way they pressed into her stomach was even better. He'd find it rock hard, quite literally, possibly one of the hardest sets of abs he'd ever touched on a woman. There weren't many better ones in the world after all. Two if you believed medals. Not that Holly was still thinking about that. Every day. Two years later.<br><br>Besides, those some body-wrecking workouts that had given her the third most powerful legs in the long jump had also given her an ass that was absolutely out of this world and she didn't mind using it. It twitched and bounced against him, obviously fully aware of what it was doing as she shoved it back into him like she was fighting for the ground they danced on. Or she just really wanted him to know how nice it was. And how firm. <br><br>She bent her neck back, long hair spilling over his shoulder as she spoke to his face, "Too long." She said shaking her head. "You'd never get it all out if you were screaming it, ace boy." She said, the island title given to him because she didn't know his name and thus far had no need for it. "Try something shorter."<br><br>Just as she'd foreseen, following her lead a few others had joined them in the central dancefloor. And then a few had joined them, and they were now comfortably in the middle of a crush of bodies that encouraged inappropriateness and swagger. Before he could answer her she let go of his hands and bent all the way down, placing her palms directly on the floor, and really shook her ass into him for a good half a minute before she straightened up as easily as you please and returned to swaying and smirking at him. "Vwadja come up with?" She asked, a knowing twinkle in her eyes as as if to say 'hey now, that's how we dance on the islands,' as she bent her neck back to talk to him once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 06:21:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br>Cold touched her back, at her shoulder and by the absolutely tiny strap that lay upon flawless skin. Surprise lit the young face like sudden starlight, and her red lips rounded in a buoyant, feminine squeal. With a quick turn, the breezy dress teased higher along her thigh. A glass of champagne appeared in front of her. It was a lovely touch, especially as the man who offered it, looked nowhere near guilty for his actions. His smile was brilliant and Kitty found herself returning the expression, and this time, the smile was genuine and open. <br><br>“It seems,” Kitty repeated the man’s words, “… like you are reading my mind. I have always wished for my own private waiter, and like a dream, you are here.” The glass lifted in a toast, “To masked men, bearing gifts!” Crimson lips upon the flute, she watched him like a curious feline through her mask as she drank. His eyes were playful, yet it was the intent that lay in them that caught Kitty’s interest. That he was handsome was easy to see, that he was interested as well, was also. Did he know who she was? Ultimately Kitty no longer cared. Prying eyes were everywhere. Her every move was recorded and analyzed. Her manager grew worried. But Gregory was not here to chastise her. What was a little, harmless flirting between strangers? He did not look familiar… Kitty was sure she would have remembered seeing him somewhere, even beyond the mask. And people had a habit of reminding her when and where they might have met. This man had done nothing of the sort. <em>Yet</em>. <br><br>With her glass, her hand moved towards his chest, the clear, bubbly liquid swirled precariously. “I know who you are!” Kitty’s enthusiasm was unmistakable. “Wearing a mask, coming to a poor girl’s rescue. You must be a superhero! In disguise of course” The words slid like honey, “Tell me, a masked man like yourself, what does—”<br><br>The sentence never was finished. A blonde woman encased in a dress too tight and too pink, poked her head between the two. Distain was evident in her once over of the man before her attention focused squarely on Kitty. “Superhero my ass! He’s a driver Kitty, don’t waste your time. I saw him get out of the car. If you want to play around with someone’s driver, that your business. But honestly honey, take my advice. He’s beneath you.” <br><br>The smile stayed upon Kitty’s reddened lips. Warm and soothing, the alcohol in her system flowed freely. The foul mood that had plagued her since the limo incident had begun to dissipate with the arrival of this man; she was not about to turn him away so quickly. Fame had its downsides, but it also carried its perks as well. Societal conventions and constraints no longer carried the weight they once had for the young actress. Kitty slid closer to the drink bearer and slid her palm along his jacketed arm suggestively. “Oh Melody,” her tone was delightful; there was no love-loss between the two women, “I certainly hope he will be. I’m in need of a ride tonight, my limos gotten so crowded.”<br><br>Aghast, Melody turned with a flounce as black feathers drifted from her dress to fall lightly on the tiled floor. From a distance, they could hear the woman assaulting the next group over, her voice loudly proclaiming, “Darlinggggg, I never thought…” only for the words to be lost in the multitude of conversations around them.<br><br>“Please!” Kitty put her hand up in false demand. “Don’t tell me you’re the sensible type and that I’ve offended your sensible sensibilities. I really don’t give a shit what you drive, or who. I only care if you know how to dance…”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 19:58:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/B1pmA542RPE/crop/1020/f/cara-delevingne-la-perla-spring-summer-2014_glamour_6jan13_pr_b.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Clover Devonworth<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entry lobby of the house.<br><strong>Time:</strong> 6PM <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Gold flaked short dress (http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/orcy8l-l-610x610-dress-longsleeve+sequin+dress-gold+sequins-gold+dress-champagne+dress-gold+sequin+dress-sequin+dress-champagne+sequin+dress-homecoming-homecoming+dress-sequins-rose+gold+sequin+dre.jpg) and a golden venetian mask. (https://previews.123rf.com/images/miss_j/miss_j1706/miss_j170600012/79857585-golden-venetian-ball-mask-over-dark-background-with-copyspace-masquerade-party-or-holiday-event-cele.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Opening up a bit.<br></span><hr><br>"Miss Gold is fine, Mr. Reyes."<br><br>Clover had no intention of giving her idendity away yet. She had recently openly stated she was into women and the whole British tabloid army had lined up and put her under the spotlight, causing the Devonworth stocks to soar in value, which in turn led critics to believe that she had all done it on purpose.<br><br>With the water gone already, she put her glass on the counter and ordered a red wine. She was notoriously mediocre when it came to dealing with alcohol and although getting slightly too much alcohol on a party like this, she at least wanted to remember some of it. Clover feasted her eyes on the multitude of gorgeous people in the house and the room and then turned her attention back to Diego. <br><br>"So, after how many fucks would this evening be a success for your, Mr Reyes? Just one? Or multiple? I'm sure a well established, good looking regular to these parties has very specific wishes no?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 20:41:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ESBK6X4zE8E/UquijEkbDGI/AAAAAAAABkE/xim_xU14qJc/w530-h798-n/mask_new_color.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Parisa Shah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14273270#msg14273270)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Did someone say bar?<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early in the evening<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black sheer strapless dress, opera gloves, lace mask, no underwear<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Francesca, Open, Mentioning Cara<br><strong>Notes:</strong> She can do this "All Night" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FWRT9C9XMQ)<br></span><hr><br>"Oooooo.... listen to Little Miss Thing here! Making me wish we ran into each other way before now!"<br><br>Parisa gave Francesca a playful bump with a curvaceous hip, stealing another glance at the blonde's chest. Yeah, she really wished she had kept in touch more. Maybe tonight would make up for lost time. Looking around she saw the night offered a plethora of opportunities.<br><br>"I have to admit I'm a virgin in this whorehouse. I've been in some crazy ass shit but that was usually at some dive in West Hollywood and not a fucking palace like this. My ass is in a whole new zip code here. I've chatted some with Cara on Instagram and wiggled me an invite. That's someone I wouldn't mind a little face time with."<br><br>As Francesca hooked her arm and guided her in the direction of the bar, Parisa gave a quick look around for the daughter of their hostess. She didn't see the girl, which wasn't too surprising considering the masks, the guests, and the fact she never met Cara in person. Oh well, Parisa would just have to entertain herself with the luscious bit of lovely next to her. As she sly reached a hand out to rest on the white-clad ass of Francesca, Parisa resigned herself to that truly awful fate.<br><br>"So the way I see it we have a few year's worth of birthday shots to make up for. And New Year's. And Christmas. Hell, I knock one back for President's Day. I'm a fucking patriot."<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 22:18:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/fe/e3/29fee345d3ea45a495a6225f5a662886.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>Ace boy. He tried to wrap his head around what that was supposed to mean as the floor started to fill with others that were anxious to get the party going. He didn't get very far though. The woman in front of him was distracting enough to make him wonder if there was even a point to it. It was part of his job description to take everything anybody said to him seriously and over analyze every social interaction to the point of obsession. It wasn't easy to turn off, no matter what the social interaction, whether it was a literal or metaphorical mask that he was wearing. That morose train of through was brought to solid halt, the moment where his eyes lost focus and he knew he'd fallen out of rhythm. He snapped back just as quickly, biting his lip even before her head shot back forward after she told him to think of something shorter.<br><br>He quite liked her fitness. It showed a kind of natural beauty that melded perfectly with the kind of exercise that wasn't only for cosmetic purposes. He knew a thing or two about that. Not at her kind of level, he didn't think, but still, that perfect ass of hers was pressing up against a body that'd been through a handful of crucibles of its own in its day.<br><br>Once again, his thoughts were interrupted. Not on his own, but when she broke away from him. Corwin tilted his head, a smile playing across his lips as he stepped in close enough to place hands on her ships, but not close enough to interrupt the very... distracting display.<br><br>As she came up again, he had to take in a breath, biting his bottom lip as he stepped in close to her again, and not only because the dance floor was starting to fill up quickly. As she tilted her head, he couldn't resist the urge to lean down and press a light, tantalizing kiss to her neck as his hands settled on her hips again," Well, considering that my mouth will be busy proving just how delectable you are, love, I'm afraid I'll have to leave the screaming to you," His hands moved down, giving that firm ass that she seemed so proud of a brazen, two-handed squeeze," If ya take my meaning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>17-07-2018, 22:30:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>That smile of his never left him, Daniel knew better, instead his eyes intently circled over her form. Those irises of deep blue infatuated with the way she moved almost as if standing still would end up confining her. Not that he complained, even if she was the type that needed to keep moving he’d happily follow her wherever she went as she certainly looked delicious when moving about. Her comments didn’t dissuade them either, he thought they had a certain charm to them. <strong>"I can’t say.. that I’ve been called a waiter before. Or desired to be one but if you were the one to make the request then I think I’d be quite content to follow you around, drink waiting in hand, especially if I was paid in those lovely smiles."</strong> His voice wasn’t light, the atmosphere around them wouldn’t allow it thanks to the various chattering and music wayfaring about the room to impede the hearing of others, but even if the words couldn’t be privately spoken the tone carried a nuance of charm and tease. Primarily teasing her for the smile she was so willing to share with a stranger that just brought her a glass, not that he was complaining.<br><br>It wasn’t a surprise she hadn’t recognized him, no one did. CEO’s of tech companies rarely got in the news unless they were the head of some mega conglomerate like Steeve Jobs, or Bill Gates. Even then while plenty of people knew those names, a small fraction of people had just heard of them and never bothered to look them up and see them. So, someone like him was totally invisible in appearance. Her, however… she was just as invisible to him as he was to her. It wasn’t like he didn’t watch movies, but there was a bit of an age gap between the two of them. However, she had managed to startle him. Her hand on his chest as she shouted she knew who he was, he was a bit dumbfounded. Nobody had <em>ever</em> recognized him so, how did she? Was she some sort of techie.. wait that didn’t make any sense how was some techie at a party like this?<br><br>That smile of his ended up a losing a bit of luster only for her answer to come and Daniel found himself in a rather tight spot, trying his best not to laugh at the ridiculousness of her statement. She was whimsical, that was for sure, and he definitely liked it. When it wasn’t giving him a fright. He’d been just about to respond, and cut her off from her delusion of him, when another woman interrupted them both. Of course, her outburst that he was a driver didn’t do anything to break his smile instead, if any bystander that heard the outburst or if Kitty herself had ended up looking at him while Melody berated him they might just notice that Daniel was looking quite a big smug with himself. To anyone else it might look like he’d lost his mind, but Daniel had a fair reason for being smug. It was one thing to assume that you’d managed to fool a few people at the entrance, but when someone was just broadcasting his position as a ‘driver’ out to anyone that would hear it made things much more <em>fun</em> for him. Besides, he was curious as to how the lovely lady in red might react.. Speaking of which. <em>Kitty.</em> That name did ring a few bells..<br><br>That thought didn’t go anywhere, for the moment, as instead he was more preoccupied with the way she responded to him. That smug smile quickly replaced with a more applicable look as she slid closer to him, and then slid her hand through his jacketed arm. As for the hand she put up, that took his attention more than the black feathered woman that was now strolling away from them both. <strong>"Sensitive? Me? Not likely. But I’ll be happy to dance with someone so splendid.."</strong> His hand holding hers between his guided her, slowly, through the crowd as they made their way over to the dance floor. Unable to help himself any longer, once they reached the edge of the dancing area Daniel turned to face her. He brought his lips to her ear as one hand wrapped around her waist and the other hand slid up to take hers into his. <strong>"Though, I’m so very curious. Do you often decide to take ride with strangers who offer you a drink? Not that I’m complaining.. but if you were serious about a ride it’ll be twofold. One that makes you weak, and the other into the sheets."</strong><br><br>Brazen, aggressive, forward. All the words were applicable for him, and his style of flirting. Though before she had a chance to correct him, turn him down, or slap him, Daniel took a step backward while leading her by the waist and stepped onto the dance floor with her. Here the throbbing music that had filled the rest of the estate was pounding at the eardrums, his hand on her waist drifted casually there, while the hand locked with hers gave her a slight spin in his grasp and brought her own arm around herself while her back was now pressed to his chest. It seemed, that he was still intending to dance with her, but with how casual his grip on her waist was, if she wanted to pull away it would be quite easy to do so.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 05:39:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dancefloor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Shortly after the party begins<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dancing<br></span><hr><br>Her ass was nearly as hard as her abs, despite how nicely rounded it was, there was almost no give for his hands to sink into. Just a pair of hard, fleshy boulders that were unleashed all over his very-easy-to-locate cock as she bounced it against him. "Mmmmmmmm." She said with an eyes-half-closed smirk as she began to dip her hips and bounce it against him in earnest. <br><br>She let her torso slide down his chest a half a foot or so as she dipped, bouncing it back up with equal ease, letting the feel of his suit against her mostly naked back as if she was thinking about it as she practically clobbered him with what he had just been squeezing so hard. <br><br>"Well then." She said, tracing her fingers along his cheek as she lifted a hand back over her head, leaning her neck back to whisper into his ear. "Let's not lose any time? Let's go and find us a room and get that tongue wet." She said, accompanying her suggesting with several dips and bounces in rapid succession, keeping his cock buffeted about like a small boat in a hurricane as she dipped and rose her hips to swing her ass against it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 06:41:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWE5OGY0ZjYtZGExMi00ZDc3LWI4OGYtNzdkMTg0NWNkMzJlXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjQwMDg0Ng@@._V1_UY317_CR121,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Bowman<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Time:</strong> Festivities have begun<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather pants, sequin crop top (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Clab0J9WIAAKr8i.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br></span><hr><br>Sam looked around at all the pretty people.&nbsp; She felt a little like a kid in a candy store and her eyes glittered as she imagined what sort of crazy happenings all these pretty people were in for tonight.&nbsp; She turned her attention back to Alex.&nbsp; She'd seen the way that the others had looked at her little Alex, and she felt just a little bit of jealousy at whatever person would get to take her for a spin this evening.&nbsp; Even though Sam was a wanderer, she always, always found herself circling back to Alex.<br><br>"I don't see why we have to split up already, we haven't even gotten drinks yet.&nbsp; The night is young, and so are we."&nbsp; She wrapped her arm around the girl and walked her over to the piano.&nbsp; She gave the girl a little nibble on her ear.&nbsp; It was both a reminder to Alex of the promises that Sam had to offer the girl, as well as a silent offer to several of the other women who floated around the mansion.&nbsp; She gave a particularly flirtatious glance towards Clover.&nbsp; <br><br>She stopped the nibbling suddenly when Kitty Conrad cut through the room. "Wait a second, is that Kitty Conrad?&nbsp; Mph.&nbsp; She was sexy as hell in 'The Lighthouse.'"&nbsp; She offered the starlet a suggestive raise of her eyebrow as she grabbed a glass of champagne from passing tray. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 14:01:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://st2.depositphotos.com/1177973/8764/i/450/depositphotos_87640648-stock-photo-man-in-hat-making-piano.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Headley (Head)<br><strong>Location:</strong> By the piano<br><strong>Time:</strong> A little under way<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As usual with a Jacques Brel mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex Carson, Sam Bowman, open<br><strong>Notes:</strong><br></span><hr>Head eased his way past flesh and gossip and invitational looks not meant for him.&nbsp; He sipped at his mug of Earl Grey tea.&nbsp; Mm, nibbles on a side table, he couldn't resist.&nbsp; There was already a dj, dancing outside.&nbsp; He moved inwards, away from it.<br><br>He'd been expecting the piano to be in the library, but instead it was in a kind of public ante-room, right next to the library, and at this stage of the evening it was a little busy.&nbsp; Indeed, two pretty women were standing right where he'd like to be, by the unopened keyboard of the magnificent Bechstein grand.&nbsp; One was a blonde in a lacy mask who seemed more interested in the other women in the room than in her companion; the other, a more intense, dark-haired woman with eyes only for her - partner?<br><br>'Sorry,' said Head, 'mind if I...?'&nbsp; &nbsp;He gestured at the piano.&nbsp; The stool had been shifted a few feet away.&nbsp; He couldn't wait to open up the instrument and hear how it sounded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 16:09:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>He wasn't sure where that accent came from. It sounded vaguely English and vaguely something else at the same time. Corwin wasn't exactly a connoisseur, even if he could place your hometown within a mile in Ireland after a sentence or two. She wasn't Irish, though. That mix was infuriatingly and deliciously complex. A mix between a gentle singing voice and a sultry growl. It only added to everything else about her that made her perfectly irresistible. His head dipped down again, but this time one hand brushed her long hair to the side, leaving her neck exposed for a soft kiss, followed by a gentle bite. His tongue flickered out to tease the sensitive skin that showed only the slightest of teeth marks, which disappeared quickly.<br><br>"I think I know just the place," He murmured in her ear, just loud enough to be heard over the music. Truth was, getting her someplace where that dress of hers could be safely discarded without delay was rather important. With the way she liked to tease, he doubted that his tongue would be what got wet if they delayed. She could already feel the gentlest of reactions pressing back at her each time she ground that firm pair of mounds back into him.<br><br>They were firm, but had just the perfect amount of give to them to make them perfect. Corwin wouldn't say that he was an ass man entirely, but there was a heavy appreciation for it, which he showed by giving applying a firm, open-handed smack to her ass through the dress, a sound that was only partially covered by the music, while his other hand took her by the waist, guiding her to stay close as he walked them off the floor, not bothering with any kind of subtleties as they made their way to the library. It wasn't the final destination, of course, but rather the private den underneath.<br><br>The lighting was already dimmed when they entered, with a crackling fire blazing in one corner. There were a couple of ornate oaken coffee tables, and, more invitingly, a pair of long, luxurious couches. There was a small make-it-yourself bar in the corner with a bottle of champagne already chilling in a ice bowl, with a couple of glasses set and ready. The gentlest strums of Spanish guitar and a soft beat could be heard playing from speakers that had been neatly hidden from view.<br><br>As they stepped inside, Corwin let his hand slip from her waist, taking a couple of steps in front of her as he subtly scanned the place for any other occupants. The last time he'd been here, it had been occupied, so better safe than sorry. Nobody in this time, and he deftly undid the black necktie, drawing it out of his shirt before turning back to Holly, stepping in close to gently press a kiss to her lips as he draped the tie around her neck," Hold onto that for me while I get you something to drink."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 16:47:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br><strong>Location:</strong>End of the bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open and observing<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Drink in hand, quiet, eyes sweeping over the gathering throng of beauty, decadence and wealth with an appraising eye<br></span><hr><br>Henry slipped into the entrance of the party, not the sort to make a grand entrance or even one that he desired to be noticed.&nbsp; Not the sort to inherently enjoy shallow or perfunctory small talk or words and gestures empty of meaning but offered and shared in abundance despite their lack of any actual meaning, his manner that evening also fit his costume, or at least the mask that served as such.&nbsp; The black Phantom styled mask was one designed about a character who moved with deft mystery about him and there was a bit of fun in feeling the power that such a trait might bring to a man, to anyone really.&nbsp; He would be certain to generously thank the hostesses, if and when the opportunity presented itself, but rather than take up their time up and get in the way of their her duties at the door, he would do so later and more sincerely than most.<br><br>One eye clothed in the quiet mystery of his mask, and dressed not quite in a costume, but having chosen a suit and accessories that he felt fit the essence of the character from Phantom, sans cape of course, that eye and its matching uncovered one swept appreciatively over the gathering and collection of people, or personas, styles and pairings.&nbsp; A large man at nearly 6’4” and with a strong and athletic build, he could hardly hide in plain sight, nor did he desire to do so.&nbsp; Rather, always the sportsman, Henry took in the entirety of the field of play, so to speak, even as he slowly sipped on his favored brand of Canadian whiskey, smooth and warm to the tongue and taste, he enjoyed the revelry, the feeling out of people new to each other and the pairs that were clearly known to each other and clinging together either in perpetuity for the time of the party, or simply beginning with a perch next to a familiar face and body before finding another to share their company and time with.<br><br>His eyes fixed for more than a moment on a ravishing pair, a brunette with an air or brassy and outrageous beauty about her, and a buxom, honey haired blonde with a sun kissed smile as delightful as her figure was delectable.&nbsp; They seemed to be heading towards the bar, but not necessarily towards him, and even though the night was young, there were some who arrived with wildness in their eyes.&nbsp; An irregular attendee of parties like this, Henry was still certain that this soiree would prove to be one of the more incredible nights and places his family’s wealth privileged him to be.&nbsp; His lips were not absent a smile as he sruveyed the room, though it was a curious one that matched his inherent curiosity in all that the party already had to offer and observe.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>18-07-2018, 22:47:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oWIKkRA.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Alex Carson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14271516#msg14271516)<br><strong>Location:</strong> A surprisingly acoustic room adjacent to the main hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White lace dress (https://d2fzf9bbqh0om5.cloudfront.net/images/268541/main/plunging_floral_lace_dress_re8111_dresses_6.jpg?1439876919) with black mask (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fb/7b/a8/fb7ba84636ccf789d44b88d9bfdd3b8d.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sam, Head, open<br></span><hr><br>She had no desire whatsoever to part with Sam - not now, maybe not for the entirety of the night - and it was just like her to change her mind so early on. Alex wasn't entirely sure if it was a genuine desire for the blond tattoo artist to stay with her girlfriend, or if she hadn't found something more exciting yet; her mind was a fickle one, and Alex had learned to grudgingly accept it. There were so many beautiful sides to Sam, addictive sides, traits that she couldn't imagine ever wanting to do without. Having to share her every now and then was a small price to pay. <br><br>"I wonder how many rooms there are in this place. I bet you could get lost in it. Imagine that, spending the entire night trying to find the exit. Do you think they have themed bedrooms, you know, like in those fancy hotels?"<br><br>It was a quick jumping from one subject to the other, and the somewhat disjointed conversation showed that Alex was still a little ill at ease. It was probably why she was so keen on seeking out the piano once she'd spotted it in the tall room that they discovered once they'd abandoned the Foyer. Alex wondered if they should have greeted the hostess; she barely knew her, although she was a little closer with her daughter, in that they had met at a party&nbsp; a few times over. Alex could only suspect that to be the reason she was invited to this fancy masquerade, although she still felt like a fish out of water. But, she thought, as she touched the smooth polished cover of the piano, perhaps that could change. <br><br>The interruption of someone trying to get past tore Alex from her admiring studying of the grand piano. It took her a moment to realise the stranger wasn't trying to move past the piano though, and seemed keen on seating himself behind it. It sparked something in Alex' eyes and she watched him curiously. At first she wondered if he was part of the people who were working tonight; a professional pianist to entertain the guests. But none of the waiters or valets had been wearing masks, and he was wearing a detailed, though difficult to place one. <br><br>"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, stammering slightly as she carefully took two steps back. Her hand, resting against Sam's hip, tightened a little around her, but Alex couldn't help but be interested in this. Music was her love, her <em>life</em>, and to have made it her profession was beyond a dream come true. It was no wonder that she would be more than a little intrigued to find a kindred soul, and she tilted her head slightly, watching the stranger from behind her little mask. <br><br>"You play?" she inquired, a little redundantly perhaps. "What do you play, exactly?" She sounded a little eager there, and she could practically hear Sam roll her eyes. Alex had never been a flirt, even if Sam would probably laugh if she ever said that out loud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 02:14:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dancefloor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Shortly after the party begins<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Dancing<br></span><hr><br>Ah good, he was a native. Having never been here before Holly was largely counting on the others to show her about, either that or just barge into places at random and see who yelled about it, which was equally fun, but it was nice to get this first little quickie out of the way. Always nice to start a night off like this. The smack to her ass didn't faze her at all, it was like spanking the organic answer to mahogany. <br><br>She let him tug her by the waist, nimbly keeping up with him despite her five inch heels. She raised her eyebrows as they entered the library, finding the idea of sneaking off to the library to bang somewhat amusing in a schoolgirl sort of way, but then he took her down below to a private little room just down there. From the way he looked about she guessed it wasn't all that private, but then again it was a big mansion, the night was still young, and it wasn't like she was going to be wearing all that much less than the skimpy long jumpers outfits that had already been treated to extreme close ups on international tv if anyone barged in.<br><br>"Ah, Lady Romero's bang cellar." She said, looking about the well decorated room with a smile. "Music's a bit slow but everything else is nice." She said, obviously preferring the dance music she'd been moving to upstairs. Down here there nothing to really shake her ass to and so her ass, sadly, remained unshaken. <br><br>She grinned at him as he slipped his tie around her neck. "Cute." She said, fiddling with it. "But forget the drink we could have stayed upstairs for that." She threw her arms up and about his head, pulling him down to her and kissing him, a fully, passionate, half-minute kiss with her tongue insisting on finding out if his mouth was equipped for what he'd promised downstairs, that she broke off with a satisfied sigh. <br><br>She moved him as they kissed, closer to the couch, lifting her legs and unbuckling her heels and slipping them off in a few smooth motions as they did. When they arrived at the couch she kept pushing him so that he would be forced to sit back down on it and she hopped up on it, her legs spread and feet planted on either side of his thighs.<br><br>"You ready?" She asked, moving to pull her dress up. She was going to call him on what he had implied he would give her, it was clear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 06:12:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Headley, Henry, or ?&nbsp; OPEN!<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <em>We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.</em> - Joseph Campbell <br></span><hr>Sarah donned her mask when the town-car pulled up to the front of the&nbsp; elegant mansion.&nbsp; She took a moment to breathe and calm herself, then accepted the hand of the driver and exited the vehicle with a smile and a “Thank you” for the young man.&nbsp; <br><br>She walked into the entryway, finding herself greeted by music and well, revelry?&nbsp; Definitely not a large room full of naked masked people having sex, which was a relief and made her chuckle.&nbsp; &nbsp;The hem of her dress moved softly as she joined the party, accentuating her long legs.&nbsp; Sarah took an offered glass of champagne from a waiter’s tray and headed towards the bar area.&nbsp; <br><br>She took up a spot near the bar itself, turning her back to the polished wood in favour of taking in the other attendees.&nbsp; She did wonder if she was the only first timer here, but supposed it didn’t really matter; all the guests would have received the same sort of invitation and the reputation of this event left no doubt about the adult nature of the soirée.<br><br>The brunette slowly scanned the room, noting the variety of masks, the different styles and tastes evident in the clothing, and the men.&nbsp; Oh, yes.&nbsp; The men.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 07:20:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://ih0.redbubble.net/image.507443861.4472/pp,550x550.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Diego "Mr. White"&nbsp; Reyes <br><strong>Location:</strong> Entry Hall &gt;&gt; Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> 5ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As pictured, Mask (https://img.etsystatic.com/il/84c7ad/1279319292/il_570xN.1279319292_khdu.jpg?version=0)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Mia, Clover <br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a <br></span><hr><br>"Ms. Gold, that has a nice ring to it." He nodded in acknowledgement, he had fucked knowing less at these parties.&nbsp; The memory made the smile across his face sharpen as he joined her in people gazing. "See something you like? Are you more into ladies?" Diego asked casually as she ordered a glass of wine. There was no need to put up facades, everyone was here to get laid. Her question had him turning his head back to her.<br><br>"I don't keep count now am I attempting hit a high score." He shrugged nonchalantly. "A good story no one would believe; fuck a princess in the ass or cuck a man that could crush you in every way if you word ever got out." Diego chuckled, giving some examples. "No one cares who you are tonight, we are all hear for one reason after all, well except for you first timers. Want to go have some fun?" He offered, what that meant could have been anything. "I don't want you lurking and missing out, you'd be surprised how many people do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EnglishMaster</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 11:24:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://st2.depositphotos.com/1177973/8764/i/450/depositphotos_87640648-stock-photo-man-in-hat-making-piano.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Headley ('Head')<br><strong>Location:</strong> At the piano in an ante-room<br><strong>Time:</strong> Still early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>His usual, including hat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex, Sam, Sarah, open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Relaxed now he's at the piano.<br></span><hr>He placed his mug of tea to his left-hand side, on the polished floor, and opened the lid to the piano keyboard.&nbsp; He just rested his hands on the keys for a moment.&nbsp; What a feeling.<br><br>'You play?' she asked.&nbsp; 'What do you play, exactly?'<br><br>He'd thought the woman in white lace was preoccupied with her blond friend, even though she, the friend, seemed to be patrolling the room with her gaze.&nbsp; But no, White Lace seemed interested: musical in some way, probably.&nbsp; <br><br>'I mostly play Tom Waits and,' pointing to his mask, as he lifted it to his head to see better, 'Brel, and all points in between, including some bad numbers of my own.&nbsp; But here, I thought I'd start with this.&nbsp; You have to imagine the arrangement:'<br><br>And he played, a long tinkly intro.&nbsp; And then he sang, and played (Leon Russell: 'This Masquerade'):<br><br>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tn-br0h4rZk<br>&nbsp;(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tn-br0h4rZk)<br><br>When he finished he was quick to speak to her again: 'But I also do requests.&nbsp; I'm just doing this for fun.&nbsp; Or do you want to play something yourself?'<br><br>He smiled, for the first time.&nbsp; He was terrible at small talk.&nbsp; Unless it was about songs and music.&nbsp; <br><br>And the dark side of sex, of course.&nbsp; But not at this time of the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>19-07-2018, 22:32:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>He grunted softly as she attacked his lips, not letting up as he felt her press her tongue into his mouth, toying with his own. The grunt turned into a growl as his hands settled around her hips, one dipping down to grab her ass again as she pushed them backwards. A sense of vertigo hit him as his legs caught on the couch who's existence had slipped his mind for some reason, so he settled in his seat, letting her take her position above and in front of him as he regained his composure.<br><br>His tongue flickered out to lick his lips at the view offered. The dress was short enough to reveal all if she cared to bend over. From his current position, her long legs parted and showing off the lacy black g-string that left very little to the imagination. Corwin decided to bite his lip instead running his fingers up the smooth skin of the inside of her thighs," Would you think it overly cheesy if I said I was born ready?"<br><br>His movements were sudden and quick. pushing upward to where she was balancing over him, his arms slipping underneath her skirt to catch her before she could fall. She wasn't light, with all the muscle mass, but not terribly heavy either as Corwin found, taking his feet immediately and letting her back down on the couch, his arms keeping her thighs spread, as he dipped down to press her lips in a long, teasing kiss as one hand came up to squeeze her breast through her shirt. From her lips, his moved down to her neck, nibbling at her collarbone skipping over her dress as he dropped down to his knees between her legs, growling softly as he leaned in, biting at the inside of her thigh. His free hand moved closer, gently gliding his thumb over her less than concealed lips as the other kept kneading at her breast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 01:19:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br></span><hr><br>She scoffed with a smile as he asked about being born ready. "Only if you don't follow through." She said, a bit of a challenge twinkling in her eyes as he lifted her up and moved her to be the one on the couch. She didn't object to being moved about like this, she rather enjoyed it actually. The type of girl who willingly flung herself about all the time, she wasn't the type to complain when a stranger did it.<br><br>He was still a stranger after all. She'd never asked his name. She didn't need it. He could be the CEO of the most powerful company on earth, a movie star, a rock star, the prince of some small Alpine country, didn't matter, all she cared about was where his tongue was about to go. His fingers had the right idea, running along her rock-solid, but smooth and soft, thighs as if paving the trail. "Mmmmm." She let out a happy sigh as he massaged her, whether he intended to or not. Her muscles were always up for a rubdown, one of the many results of working them as hard as she did.<br><br>She lifted her hips up and pulled her g-string down in one smooth motion, lifting her bare foot through the hole hardly pulling them down. Olympic flexibility had its benefits. She let them fall aside as she spread herself for him.<br><br>"C'mon old man." She said. "We aren't dancing no more, show me what you got." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaspider</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 01:30:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/36/ac/5336ac2891c09faa781d4b12200935fc.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Carlos Ortega (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14271546#msg14271546)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front <br><strong>Time:</strong> Late to the party <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As in picture + a mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <del>Mia (mentioned), Sophia, Open</del> Withdrawn from game. <br><strong>Notes:</strong> Is late so trying to blend in<br></span><hr><br>Carlos was late to the party and it wasn't like him. Lately, he had been that much buried in work that he forgot the meaning of the word ‘fun’. Ever since his father retired, it seemed that he put up his hands altogether and left everything on Carlos’ shoulders. His shipping company, Ortega Shipping Limited, was doing well and he had to thank his staff and probably himself. Big responsibility. Thanks to his father too. Carlos needed some time off for sure. <br><br>He received the invitation from Mia Romero not long ago. It was exactly then things came crashing on his head and he realised that there is life outside work too so he made a note to go to her grand Masquerade party.<br><br>And of course he was late as he rolled in one of his Aston Martins. Wearing a dashing black and grey suit with a white shirt and a tie, he looked just right for the occasion. He stood 6 foot tall with dark brown hair and a little stubble which always got the compliment from women. He smiled as he looked at Mia’s grand house. The music was not too loud as he walked in to find people in masks and a pleasant environment. There was nobody at the reception so he made his way in and looked around. People were busy and chatting to each other. He needed to blend in. <br><br>Then he spotted a young woman wearing a lovely black dress making her way to the hallway with a glass and a straw in her hand. She was taking a sip from the straw and seemed to go in no particular direction. Perfect. Slowly, he made his way to the young lady, not trying to obscure her way and coming across as pushy. He waited for her to slow down and take another sip before slipping in beside her. “Thank heaven there is a bar here,” he said opening a conversation. “I'm late to the party and the bar is the first place I can think of going to. Hello there.” They had stopped in the hallway which was good. He looked in her eyes behind her beautiful mask and gave her a smile. “Your first drink?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 06:07:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br><strong>Location:</strong>End of the bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah/Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Greeting beauty incarnate<br></span><hr><br>That was the thing about watching and observing quietly, sometimes the most stunning creature in the world will walk up so close that you can almost touch her, and yet seem miles and miles away at the same time.&nbsp; Her hair was shoulder length, at least were it straighter and not so nicely curled and waved just so.&nbsp; The black dress clung to her form in a way that matched her movements, that carried the same kind of beauty and air that her intricate mask helped and carried forth...a sense and kind of beauty so elegant and graceful that she did not merely stand out in a crowd, no, this woman stood apart from it all.<br><br><br>Henry had a taste for all things of a truly classic nature, and she was the epitome of that, the incarnation of classic and yet, uniquely soft and sensual beauty.&nbsp; Others were dressed in outfits that more truly wore them, while this beguiling creature brought and breathed life into the simple and yet devastatingly perfect attire she had chosen.&nbsp; The dress should be forever grateful to her figure for the privilege of being worn so incredibly, far from the other way around.<br><br>He took another smooth, easy sip from his glass, then moved to a fully standing position from the leaning, relaxing state he had been in, and walked the many miles and few steps over to her,<br><br>"Milady," he began, his voice a deep temor, his accent lightly British with something else giving it a different, more exotic edge.&nbsp; Bowing to her in greeting, he continued,<br><br>"Would it violate your sense of mystery and the nature of this evening's theme, if I were to ask of your name?" Henry inquired, adding, "If so, then I truly will play the Phantom and you could choose to be the courtier, or the lovely soprano for whom the Phantom pines...though you need no mask nor to play a role for your beauty to be evident, and the glamour you cast to be a hypnotic one, indeed.&nbsp; I must warn you, however, simply by sharing your name, i cannot guarantee that will be any defense against becoming the center of my attetnions, for you deserve all of that and more."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 06:57:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br>His breath tickled and tantalized, as the question hovered at her ear; it was a delicious proposition. What more might the man be capable of? Gently downward Kitty looked towards the waistband so near. Her words were not as meek as her gaze, “Only the most handsome strangers of course, and only if they are masked.” She continued without missing a beat, while his hand took hers and the other settled warmly masculine at her waist. The corner of her mouth turned upward playfully. “If I was serious... which I never am unless I’m working, I would have to inform you that I would be a proper fool to let you go so soon, or before we’ve even danced.” <br><br>Kitty appreciated the man’s forwardness. There was no guessing, no pretending; they desired the same thing. It was only a matter of when. He fit her mood perfectly and he promised to make her weak… Nothing would please her more than to burn off the manic energy that often consumed her. “Somehow, I believe you would be up to such a task.” <br><br>By the diminutive waist, the man brought her to the dance floor. The ease in which he moved her, was significantly graceful and smooth. For a driver, he knew how to glide. A purr formed in Kitty’s throat, but it was lost in the thrum of music. The rhythm pounded and pulsed through the girl’s limbs to beat upon her heart. The base hammered and blood surged in answer. If he danced slow or fast, Kitty did not care. She was beyond constraint. So as the man swung her, the girl followed his lead and motion. His arm wrapped close, drew her back into him. Pressed back to his chest, Kitty leaned into the wonderful expanse of male solidity. Automatically her hips settled backwards, to push her ass against his hips with a suggestive pressure. <br><br>She gave the interlude a resting moment, but that was all. The beat and swell of music built within her and Kitty pushed back against the man once more, as if to show her movement was by no means accidental. The silky dress met the man’s slacks and the thin fabric threatened to slide upward, risqué in its ascent. Turning her head she spoke unselfconsciously above the throbbing music, her voice had become husky, “It would be a pity to have your current employer call you away. So many interesting things are bound to happen soon...” It was her own proposition, but the man need know, she would not take kindly to early departures. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 10:20:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Her comment about him being up to such a task made a slight smile ease across his lips as his eyes locked intently to the way her body seemed to move in response to the way he spoke to her. He was pleased at the fact that she didn’t react badly to his suggestive comment, he was also pleasantly surprised that she decided to respond back in a playful manner. Once they were on the dance floor there was another pleasant surprise in the way she decided to move when he drew her in towards him, the fact that she decided to settled her hips back into him in a manner that could only be considered suggestive. His body rocked back into her suggestive pressure, both times she decided to do it. His hand in hers still keeping her arm over her chest as his other hand on her waist before slowly dipping down as his lips partially touched at the back of her ear. <strong>"If you think that I would leave.. just because my employer would call.."</strong> He spoke softly under his breath as he continued to idly pull her body back into him. <br><br>His hand which had dipped lower from her waistline was instead treading its way across her outer thighs. The tips of his fingers pressing slightly against the edge of her silk dress, while the very tip of his middle finger could be felt directly against her bare thigh. So that when he dragged his hand up, from her thighs, she’d feel the edge of his finger underneath her red dress and slightly pulling her dress up to her mid-thigh. While dragging up the bottom lip of her dress his hand had more access to her bared thighs. The palm of his hand dragging along her mid thighs in the faintest of strokes, his callused fingers leaving a soft line of red where they pressed into her skin. That touch was intimate and slow, drawing her attention to the fact that he had no issue with being bold with her body, but ultimately that touch was short lived. Her dress once more falling across her thighs as his hand returned to her waist and then began working it’s way up.<br><br><strong>".. Then you have no idea just how god damn sexy you are. I don’t think there’s any.. sane person that would just leave you, for work. But if you’re so worried.."</strong> That playful smile was still there as he leaned further in, no longer mumbling into the back of her ear but instead slightly pressing those lips of his to her cheek before working further in across her jaw. His hand leaving her waistline and instead reaching into the suit of his jacket. He tugged the small smart phone out of his pocket, giving her body another slight tug and brought her in closer to him. Once again highlighting that splendid ass of hers against his hips as his freehand lowered the phone in front of her. He pressed the cool screen of the touchscreen along her chest, holding the phone there and waiting to see if she would take it as his warm breath rolled over her cheek. <strong>"You can have this. Just so you know you’ll be my only priority and have all my attention. How does that sound?"</strong> His other hand, which had been holding her hand across her chest, release her hand and instead dipped over her sides. The edge of his fingers slightly easing along the line of her cleavage, another bold touch, but his palm kept idly pressing and rocking her form back and forth into his own body as he waited to see her response.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 22:37:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge<br></span><hr>Long, calloused fingers splayed over the inside of her thighs, spreading them further open, a small part of him wanting to test at that kind of agility that she'd just displayed in getting rid of her g-string. His tongue lightly ran up the inside of her thigh, kissing and nipping all the way up. The 'old man' comment stung more than he'd ever admit, so he made her pay by taking his time, placing a kiss just above her lips, breathing the fire out of his lungs over her hips as one hand came up, running his fore and middle fingers up between her lips, pressing lightly at her entrance,&nbsp; before running up over her clit and teasing it with slow, circular motions.<br><br>But Corwin wasn't built for teasing. It wasn't in his DNA, and even deny her was denying himself, so it didn't last long. His fingers dipped down lower as he leaned in to kiss her, running his lips over hers, letting her feel his teeth lightly pressing to the nub between them before running the rough, wet skin of his tongue over it, tasting her wetness, and suddenly wanting to taste more.<br><br>His hands came back up, gripping her hips and pinning her down on the comfortable surface of the couch, his lips pressing hungrily to her pussy. Again, she felt his teeth lightly grazing over her clit but his tongue was busy pressing into her, invading and exploring, hungrily eating her out like his life depended on it. She could feel his shoulders tighten underneath his still intact suit, pressing underneath her spread thighs, pushing her deeper into the couch, pushing and aching for more.<br><br>One hand parted from pinning her hips down to run up the firm muscles of her stomach, giving them appreciation along the way up. He stopped at the top of her dress, gripping the shoulder and pulling it down roughly, only slightly trying not to rip the fabric. He could feel it stretch, but he didn't look up from what he was doing, pulling it down and her bra too until her right breast was left hanging out. His hand immediately latches onto it, squeezing the pert nub between his thumb and forefinger. He moaned softly against her, his tongue working it's agile way deeper inside her, hungrily tasting her wetness and demanding more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-07-2018, 04:53:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br></span><hr><br>A satisfied noise and a tongue poking out of the side of her mouth as as she shifted her hips into position said she liked the feel of those fingers. They were long, rough, and knew what they were doing. As long as they kept it up they would work just fine for what Holly had in mind here. Her continued string of happy little noises, a goofy grin on her face, lips slightly pulled back from her teeth, and a blissful look in her eyes told him the only thing a man in his situation needed to be told - <em>keep going</em>.<br><br>She was a woman who knew her own body well and as his tongue moved in she wasn't at all afraid to be a tour guide. "Up." She said. "Up. Up more. Curl it ba-RIGHT THERE!" She squealed happily as he found the spot, her powerful thighs clenching around his shoulders hard enough they threatened to shatter them momentarily before she relaxed again, a happy sigh as her head lolled to the side, a finger to her mouth as she bit her knuckle and mmmmmfed around it. <br><br>She paid no real attention to his hand on her breast, her dress was mostly rayon and spandex, he wasn't going to rip it no matter how hard he pulled, and she didn't much care if he stretched it. Luckily he did neither as it slipped under her shoulder easily and she quickly snapped her arm out to prevent any damage, leaving her breast bare and accessible. If she wasn't on her back and he wasn't hitting her spot with that tongue of his she would have taken her bra off, but she had other things on her mind. <br><br>She began to thrust herself into his face, using her legs over his shoulder as leverage, powerful muscles flexing as they pulled her up him and against his mouth, rubbing her spot against his tongue playfully as she moaned happily. His tongue was big and wide enough to make this fun, and he had excellent control over it she was quickly finding out.&nbsp; Wanting him to concentrate on that, she slipped a hand down and started rubbing her clit and then her moaning and tugging herself up into him really intensified as she was indeed soon making the noises he'd predicted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>21-07-2018, 08:50:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Charmed.<br></span><hr><br>Fortunately, at the moment Sarah had stared wondering how one determined if a potential companion had corresponding... preferences (secret handshake? name tags? code words??&nbsp; what?), her musing was interrupted by the approach of a well-mannered, charming man.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled and responded to his bow with a perfect curtsy.&nbsp; <br>“Good sir, whilst it might be in keeping with the spirit of the masquerade, I’m not sure if I’ll remember to answer to Christine and I’m an alto rather than a soprano.”&nbsp; She raises her champagne flute to him, openly (but not in a vulgar manner) admiring the physical attributes of the man before her, as well as the fit of his obviously bespoke suit.&nbsp; <br><br>“I believe I shall risk the dangers of your attention and all that might entail.&nbsp; My name is Sarah.”&nbsp; Her English accent is obvious, and her voice does have a pleasant alto tone to it.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>21-07-2018, 17:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br><strong>Location:</strong>Near the bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Greeting beauty incarnate<br></span><hr><br>That her reply began with a perfect and gracefully sublime curtsy spoke of a woman of culture and manners, not that most of those at the party were born poor or raised apart from a mannerly and cultured way of life, yet many rebelled in ways far more openly, wantonly and wildly than Henry did and all that they may have learned of grace and charm was lost in the wanderlust of seeking out the next incredible high, the raunchiest debauchery possible, but this woman, the way she moved and acted from the moment he first laid his very fortunate eyes upon her was every bit the graceful and grace filled beauty that she appeared.&nbsp; <br><br>Raising his own glass to cheerfully 'clink' against the champagne flute that she offered, somewhat between the way of making a toast and that of a greeting, he sipped his drink and drank in every word and image of her even more deeply than she might yet imagine.<br><br><strong>"Lady Sarah, you are then well met and, if I may be so bold, have already enchanted me beyond reason, hence there is little chance that my affections and attentions will be drawn away from you at any time this night,”</strong> he replied, his tone full of gentlemanly charm, his words filled with compliments, and yet, if one listened closely, they also dared offer and made a claim upon her so quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching out, the tall and broad shouldered phantom had not yet revealed his own name eve as he touched her hand and wrist with the lightest and warmest of manners, and drew to towards his lips,<br><br><strong>“A lady who fears not the courting of danger when she seeks what she desires, one with a rich and exquisitely timbered alto voice that favors my ears so very much, and possessing a beauty that is itself as dangerous and hypnotic as the seductive lure of a flame dancing in the night, I would be an utter fool to not seek your favors and to guard them zealously as my own, and a cad if I did not offer to you all that I am and more…”</strong> he told her and pressed his lips to the top of her wrist near the back of her hand in a kiss of both greeting and promise, <strong>“….I am Henry, and unlike the Phantom I portray at the moment, the only risk that you entail in knowing me is in knowing that I am relentless and fearless as well in pursuit of that which I desire.”</strong><br><br>His eyes, even the one partly surrounded by the mask covering half of his face, never stopped admiring her eyes and all the rest of what made her the most desirable creature in the room and quite possibly the entire world as he so far knew it.<br><br><strong>"Do you dance?"</strong> he asked, leaving loose his touch and hold upon her hand with his own only if she desired to withdraw from that first softly intimate contact and touch of possession by him.&nbsp; Indeed, they were already dancing in some ways, using words and looks and a touch so far, rather than steps, twists and twirls out on the dance floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evilnerf</strong> on <strong>21-07-2018, 22:11:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BZWE5OGY0ZjYtZGExMi00ZDc3LWI4OGYtNzdkMTg0NWNkMzJlXkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyMjQwMDg0Ng@@._V1_UY317_CR121,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Bowman<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arriving<br><strong>Time:</strong> Festivities have begun<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Leather pants, sequin crop top (https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Clab0J9WIAAKr8i.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alex<br><strong>Notes:</strong> <br></span><hr><br>Sam leaned against one of the stone columns, watching Headley and Alex talk shop.&nbsp; "Unless you have an electric guitar.&nbsp; Hidden in that piano, I don't see how that's going to happen."&nbsp; She said with a wolfish smile.&nbsp; "My girl is a certified rock star."<br><br>"I'm Sam, and this is Alex."&nbsp; She said to Headley, "Aww, shit, are we not supposed to use our real names?"&nbsp; She laughed, "Okay how about... I'm Tatiana, and this is..."&nbsp; She tried to think up some fancy name for Alex and ultimately settled on, "This is Alexandre" she made sure to give the name a fancy french accent spin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 03:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge<br></span><hr>His growls matched the noises coming from her, vibrating in time with his tongue's movements, leaning in as her hips raised, pressing his face in between her thighs, feeling powerful thighs wrapping around his neck, making him breathe harder against her, his shoulders tensing and pressing back. He might have thought that if her thighs wrapped any tighter, he might pass out. But his mind was elsewhere. Right around where his tongue was hungrily tasting her, wanting more of those sounds, more of those soft cries.<br><br>He felt her fingers coming down to stroke her clit, and he he didn't mind. Much, anyways. Corwin didn't pause in his assault on her drenched pussy, feeling muscles tightening around his tongue as well, making it difficult to move, difficult to work, so he pulled away, latching his lips around her active fingers and sucking them softly as his fingers took his tongue's place. Fore and middle fingers slipping inside her, making the come motion that found that delicious little nub deep inside that his tongue couldn't reach, thrusting slowly but keeping the pressure on his his mouth moved her fingers away and then pushed into her clit once more, his mouth lavishing her lips with attention as his tongue found her clit again.<br><br>His hand moved away from her breast, leaving it out on display. It trailed down her side and pushed her dress further up, large fingers gripping her ass and raising her closer to him. She could feel his tense shoulders pressing her thighs up, his feet pushing him up from the ground to press his face deeper between her thighs, mouth and fingers fucking her pussy, demanding the screams that he'd promised to drag from her lips, with a low, vibrating moan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 06:49:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br><br>His lips caressed her ear. His words breathed like fire as the man pulled her further into him. Kitty let herself be led, molded against him. It was not dancing that they did, but something more and deeper primitive. Her exhale was soft and warm, so much like the kitten she had been named for. She strained to hear his words over the thrum of music and the beat of blood through her veins. <br><br>At her thigh, his hand roamed, downward. Fingers pressed against the silken, red fabric. So skillfully he pulled upwards, so teasingly and suggestive in such a public space. The repercussions were many; Kitty should have worried. Gregory, her assistant and handler, would have had a fit if he had known. But propriety didn’t matter to the young actress. Not now, not as the pressure of his fingers increased, delightful and heavy. So strong was the weight of his hand that it urged her to entreat for more. But the dress fell, the teasing delayed. Unable to hide her excitement and the disappointment as his touch left, a soft sound of protest escaped her throat. But the man was not finished, he simply changed tactics and Kitty felt his hand upon her waist, solid and steady.<br><br><em>Sexy</em>… he called her, and he would not leave for work. As his lips slid along her cheek, Kitty’s eyes closed to better feel the feather light touches descend across her jaw. Others would see, but she did not care. Let them stare! Some wouldn’t know who she was, yet others, would know and whisper. Kitty knew no one would talk in public about the activities at Mia’s parties; none would risk banishment from future invitations. Even upon the dance floor, the feeling was closed and intimate. <br><br>Again his hand stopped, and again she responded with a small noise of protest. But with the man’s tug, she was pulled even closer than before. Confidence and strength could be read through his hands, and in his need. A slow grin spread across Kitty’s face as his phone lowered in front of her. Her hand lifted in answer, fingers wrapped around the device and her thumb pressed the button to shut it down. With the movement, she laid claim to him. “That sounds…” but there was no word for what she felt, or for her body’s responses to his hand that slid over the swell of her chest and the little fabric that resided there without the constraints of a bra. With a sudden intake of breath, Kitty’s chest lifted and a delicious tremor ran downward toward her hidden places. Against him, her backside reclined and her free hand lowered to reach behind her. Deft fingers found the front of his pant leg and at the juncture of his thigh and hip she pressed soft, then deeper. <br><br>“It sounds… as if you’re going to get fired,” but she held the phone tightly as the other hand continued its light massage. Kitty could not see his face, or his expression. The mystery of it excited her, tantalized and kept her close. “And if you’re going to get fired, I dare say I should console you for the loss,” her face turned upwards as her lips sought to find his own. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 07:21:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>A soft smile decorated his lips as he caught a glimpse of her turning off his phone. He had technically just given it to her, but he’d assumed that just holding on to it would be enough for her rather than needing to turn it off entirely.. Oh well. It wasn’t like he actually needed the phone for anything, mostly he’d hoping handing it off to her would score some points with him in her books. Daniel was still blissfully unaware of who she was, or how him dragging his lips along her cheek and jaw along her form might be interpreted by those watching. But, he honestly didn’t care what a single person thought about what he was doing. As long as she liked it, and she didn’t protest, then he’d continue doing it because it was what he wanted and from what he could see she certainly wasn’t complaining about it either.<br><br>His hand on her waist was the one in control of rocking her back towards him, at least it had been before she’d managed to work her hand down between them. If his touch could have been considered bolder, than hers was nothing less than daring. Not that he was going to stop her, mind you, he was rather enjoying the sensation of her deft fingers dragging along those silken trousers as she tried to lightly massage at him. He did however decide to save her some decency by pressing her body backwards and drawing her further into him. It did little other than slightly cover the workings of her hands from outside view, unless someone decided to pry a bit too closely.<br><br>As for his other hand, it had pointedly decided to remain pressed along the line of that tantalizing chest of hers. When she’d lifted her chest, perhaps in shock of his brazen touch, Daniel had taken note of the fact that there seemed to be no other fabric on underneath that lovely red dress of hers. So, knowing that, it was rather difficult for him not to just continue pressing his fingers along the line of her swaying breasts to give her some tormented pleasure completely at her expense. He continued to guide her hips back, while her hand made it impossible for their hips to press together it didn’t mean he could slide her off to the side that Kitty’s hand wasn’t massaging. Not quite as perfect a fit as before but it would still let him feel the rather <em>fine</em> contours of her bottom as it pressed back into him. His body purposefully pressing back into hers so that she arched and only ended up lifting more of her voluptuous bosom into his waiting hand.<br><br><strong>"There are a few things that I’d say are worth being fired over.. I’m certainly not going to have any regrets."</strong> His voice was metered as he finally dipped his head forward, giving her lips what they’d been seeking as he took her in a passionate lip-lock. Much like he’d wasted no time in touching her, the kiss moved forward several bounds faster than in out to. This wasn’t a slow burning kiss, nor one would that was just testing boundaries. The kiss he gave her was hot, passionate, with his tongue just slightly poking seeking entrance into her mouth or waiting for hers to join his. The kiss was also meant to provide some momentary distraction for her to indulge in as his hands on her body didn’t just continue pressing her into him or taking advantage, but now actively began to sway her body into him. There was the slight movement of his feet, and his hips pressing back into her. The soft intimate touches he gave her mixing in with the occasional rocking he forced upon her body as the music continued to thumb against her ears. Both touching her, intimately, and dancing with her inappropriately, all while continuing that deep lip-lock.<br><br>Eventually, though, even while he continued to hold that kiss with her their bodies would stop pressing together. His hands no longer guiding her back towards him but rather, unraveling her. Where he’d turned her around to start he now turned her back, to face him, so that when their kiss eventually broke she’d be met with the sight of him, while her chest would be pressed up against his own firm form. As for both his hands, well they were wrapped around her waist but with how his fingers clenched it was more apt to say they were both resting on her bottom.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 21:51:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br></span><hr><br>Her grin deepened as he did his thing, happily letting her hands fall to the side as he shifted his tongue for fingers and put his tongue to flicking at her button. Damn, Ms Romero had been right, her parties were the best! Where else could a girl go and within a half hour meet some CEO/Rock Star/Prince/whatever and have his face between her legs? Not to mention he was actually holding up to his earlier swagger about what he would do to her! Sure, she was a sensual creature and she didn't hold back when she felt good, but that didn't meant he wasn't the source of it all!<br><br>"Yes yes yes yesssssssssssssssssssss!" She let out a long, satisfied moan that turned into a more rapid machine-gun "yes yes yes yes yes!" as he pushed her further and soon enough she wasn't so much worried about if she was making words or just noises and soon after that she wasn't so much worried about what volume she was making them at. Thankfully there was a loud party upstairs and a thick door and a floor between them and anyone else. Not that she'd care at all until long after she got hers. Which was imminent.<br><br>She pushed her hands up against the couch, arching her elbows as she lifted her hips higher, practically bridging herself into his mouth out of over-stimulated need to move, her thighs getting closer and closer around his head as her ankles locked behind him and she was soon delivering those exact screams he'd promised her she'd make. <br><br>With her screams came a new wave of moisture and a toe curling joy that permeated her body so much that she forgot herself, her thighs moving in rapidly about his head and holding him tightly there. Don't move. Don't you dare stop. They said as she rode his face as long as she pleased, only letting go of him when a small part of her consciousness resurfaced and she realized she'd been holding the poor man there for probably too long! <br><br>Her "Oh gods" of joy turned into a few "Oh gods" of apology as she leaned in and patted at his face, "Sorry, I...sorry." She said, still glowing and panting from what he'd done to her. "Are you, are you okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 02:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge<br></span><hr>He wasn't going to lie. Feeling her powerful thighs wrapping around his neck in a grip that would make any Jiu-Jitsu practitioner proud was a little distracting. Not so much about cutting off his air supply, since he'd already worked that out for burying his face in her pussy, but with the distracting though that if she squeezed just a little bit tighter, it'd be lights out in a few seconds.<br><br>Better make them count then. There was no escaping at this point anyways.<br><br>He pressed in further, lavishing all kinds of attention on her clit between his tongue, lips and even a touch of teeth, all the while his fingers kept working, pumping in and out of her like his life depended on it. He was rewarded with those intoxicating moans, the barely enunciated signs of approval, with the presence of mind escaping her with each try. It only made him work harder, his shoulder bunching up to push her tightening thighs a little further up. It'd make for less hearing, but more time without passing out.<br><br>Even then, he could still hear those screams. He couldn't help but smile, letting her feel his lips curling up. He didn't slow down though. Feeling we walls wrapping tight around his fingers felt more like a challenge and he fucked her with them harder, letting her ride her climax out to the fullest until he felt her thighs slowly loosen from around his head.<br><br>He pulled back with a gasp, leaving his fingers buried inside her as he fell back, taking in deep, lungfuls of air. When she asked if he was okay, he grinned, taking a couple more breaths before answering.<br><br>"Never better love. You're quite the adventure to go down on, I must say," His drenched fingers slipped out of her, and he ran his tongue over them before sucking the wetness from them fully. His eyes fell on the panties she'd discarded, picking them up and inspecting them closely.<br><br>"I trust it was to your satisfaction? The eating out, I mean."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>25-07-2018, 04:54:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg), also a black tie now<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br></span><hr><br>She noticed he had to gulp down some air, and her grin became a guilty little smile as she watched him closely, but he recovered and told her he was fine and she breathed a sigh of relief before collapsing back on the couch again, where she lay for a moment before she slowly pulled back from him until she was sitting upright. <br><br>"Well," she said, leaning to to give him a kiss on a the forehead, "You know how to welcome a girl to an exclusive party." She grinned big at him, her fingers playing at the tie he'd draped around her neck. "And yes, don't you fret, it was lovely." She booped his nose with a cute smile, leaning in a bit and nuzzling hers against his fondly. <br><br>She glanced at the tie her fingers were playing with, then at her g-string in his hand. Then she glanced and both again and shrugged, lifting the tie with a few of her fingers, "Trade ya?" She asked, her playful accent in full force as she raised her eyebrows and ran a tongue over her lips, proposing he keep her panties and she keep his tie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>25-07-2018, 06:06:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br><br>His lips took hers, warm and inviting; the tongue tempting and softly demanding. The kiss built and ignited, to flare with dangerous heat. Kitty let herself sink back as he rocked against her. The rhythm was a delicious torment. His pace fueled desire and the girl wanted more and more of him, and for the swaying connections between them to become hard thrusts, unencumbered by clothes or propriety. Kitty was primed, as if the red of her dress broadcast her hidden fruits to be discovered by someone bold enough to pluck them. <br><br>With deftness, the man turned her and their lips parted. Her eyes sought to truly see him behind the mask. That he was a stranger was perfect, that he was unknown thrilled her. Chest pressed to his torso, the dress shifted, slightly askew as he held her within strong arms. Kitty’s awareness flew to his fingers at her back side. Lips turned upwards parted and wanting, her own sparkling mask glowed in the warm lights. <br><br>In her hand, his silent cell phone came into view as Kitty lifted it for him to see. With deliberate slowness, she smoothed it downwards against his ass with purpose, and pushed it in his back pocket very, very slowly for safe keeping. The moment was drawn out with a radiant smile. A throng of dancing bodies surrounded them, swelled and then shifted away in the circling, pulsing lights. <br><br>“Regrets are not for tonight… let’s make certain your firing is very, very worthwhile…,” she said, voice husky with longing. It was impossible for her to stand closer and Kitty’s neck craned upwards to see the portion of his face uncovered by the mask. She thought him beautiful. Hands traced along his sleeve, covered his arms in exploration, to his biceps and then seemingly flowed to his buttoned shirt, where she played with one single button with intent focus. Kitty’s eyes never left his, and her expression was one of insatiable curiosity.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>26-07-2018, 13:14:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>"Thank you for being so.. considerate.. of my firing."</strong> He spoke the words softly, teasingly, into her ear as she pressed closer into him and began tracing her hands along the length of him. His own hands remaining slightly idle for the moment, just pressing to her hips as he waited for her to finish her exploration. When her hands touched at the button, there was no resistance. If she wanted to unbutton his shirt, one or two buttons, he wasn’t going to say anything. If she wanted to do more.. well that was when he’d stop her. Anymore would need to be done in an area of slight privacy between them. He continued looking down into her eyes, a pleased smile as he leaned forward to slightly press his lips along her cheek. Soft, heated, kisses along her skin as he drew her further in towards him. With all the touching her hands had done, to his ass and torso, he thought it was slightly appropriate for him to return the favor.<br><br>His hand dipped forward to work itself forward along the length of her form, leaving her waist as he began to intimately caress over her body to explore her the same way she had decided to explore him. His fingertips brushing up from her waist and working slowly up, brushing across her sides before touching intimately along the side of her breasts. He wasn’t quiet with his touch either, it was a brazen squeeze and caress of her breasts that if anyone else had been looking would have easily noticed. Soon after that touch his hands would dip forward, to her shoulders before working back down to hers arms and resting just above her elbows as he drew her further into him so that her body was pressed tight against him.. Those strong arms of his wrapping around her body, once again, as they dipped across her backside and then began dragging it’s way over her lower back. His touch didn’t stop there, however, no they stopped right at the curve of her waist. His fingers quite obviously resting on her ass and the thin nature of her red dress letting her clearly feel the way he was stroking her ass as he pulled her in towards him.<br><br>That tug on her body, particularly squeezing her ass as he pulled her towards him and slightly lifted her to bring her in closer, was all done while he had a smile on his face. A slightly arrogant, but playful smile that looked down at her like she was the catch of the ball, and to him she was. He soon dipped forward, touching his lips softly along the length of her jaw before resting just underneath her earbuds as he softly murmured. <strong>"So, all I think I should ask is. Since you now have my undivided attention for the night.. what would you care to do, to start the night?"</strong> His lips would leave her ear, pressing another slight kiss to her cheek as he started to slightly tug at her to move away from the dance floor. While he would enjoy having that.. round ass of hers rubbing into him. Since they had abandoned the notion of dancing Daniel thought it was best to take them away from the dance floor and somewhere more.. intimate. If she followed along was another matter.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>26-07-2018, 21:59:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQPVySjCpfU4hQrV02LREbJ2UMn9q46rP9cEateQcGpyo7fUrMq2g)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dance Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is Young <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge<br></span><hr>It took him a long moment to catch his breath, but each moment was well spent running his eyes over her partially naked body. He inhaled, closing his eyes and licking his lips again, still tasting her there. He smiled, and not only at her attempt at a veiled compliment and the teasing touch to the tip of his nose. ," You're a pleasure to welcome, Holly," He growled, leaning in to press a light kiss to the bit of the inside of her thigh that still showed hints of where his teeth had dug in, by way of an apology for the mark.<br><br>When she offered a trade, he chuckled, pushing himself lightly to his feet, adjusting his jacket where her powerful thighs had dislodged the light silk material," Sure thing, love. It looks better on you than it ever did on me anyways. I'll be keeping this," He played with the skimpy thong between his fingers," Until you come to claim it back from me. Deal?" He didn't wait for her to answer, sauntering over to the bar and uncorking the champagne bottle with a soft pop. He filled both crystal glasses to just under the brim. What could he say? Eating her out was a thirsty business.<br><br>He'd have killed for a smoke right about now too. But that would have to wait until he could slip outside. The rules against smoking were considerably more lax out there.<br><br>He moved over to where she was still seated on the couch and offered her the second glass, taking a long sip from the first one," And I do hope that you'll be claiming it too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 06:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Room Below Library<br><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg), also a black tie now, no shoes, no panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Corwin<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Not Dancing<br></span><hr><br>"Mmmmmmmm." Holly let her throaty moan express her opinions on what the masked man had proposed, her fingers still playing with the tie. "What a lovely suggestion." She said, finding herself genuinely pleased at the idea. She liked immensely that he wasn't possessive or demanding, and seemed to have no problem with her dancing off without him for a bit to get up to they both knew exactly what. That he wasn't being demanding had greatly increased the odds that she'd come back to him. But she made no promises, this was a night of fun and carefree bliss. Who knew where either of them would be in a half hour? Maybe he would be impossible to find, buried under other women by then? Well no problem, she could just dig him up, she thought with a grin to herself.<br><br>She got to her feet, fixing her dress, pulling her breast awkwardly back into and noticing with relief he hadn't stretched it out at all. God bless spandex. Adjusting her bra was a bit more interesting but she'd managed by the time he came back, and it wasn't like she really needed the thing anyway. She took the glass and clinked it with his smiling as she sipped it. "Well then, a toast to us." She said, wrapping her wrist around his so their arms were laced about each other's as they drank. <br><br>"And I will be seeing you again." Her eyes twinkled as she leaned in and whispered. "And maybe then I'll ask for your name so I can yell it." <br><br>Before he could do or say anything she propelled herself out of his arms with her Olympic worthy legs, setting down her glass she gave her heels a disgusted look and kicked them off towards one of the bookshelves. "I'll get those later. Or not." She shrugged. She turned and blew him a kiss and gave him a flirtatious wave as her feel practically bounced off the carpet as she dashed back up the stairs to join the party again. She was up one tie, down a pair of heels and down a pair of panties and she was feeling fantastic. <br><br>Now this was a party! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 06:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Quite taken with her new companion. <br></span><hr><br>The man before her was not exactly what Sarah had expected to encounter at the masquerade; not that she really knew what to expect.&nbsp; His voice, his manners, his charm; attractive in so many ways in addition to his physical good looks.&nbsp; She’d assumed there would be handsome men and beautiful women of course, but as inexperienced as she was with this um, type of fête, she wasn’t sure how people would interact.&nbsp; Her Phantom had put her at ease.<br><br>Sarah smiled as she joined him in their toast, taking a sip of the excellent champagne and feeling grateful to no longer have to worry about alcohol mixing with pain meds.&nbsp; He made no attempt to hide the way his eyes took in her face and the curves of her body, which was refreshing.&nbsp; She returned the favour, her own eyes once more exploring but now lingering on his eyes, his lips, his hands, the way he filled out his suit...&nbsp; <br><br>“You are very kind.&nbsp; Please, never feel you need to restrain your boldness,” Sarah replied.&nbsp; There was a tone of something else in his cultured voice that drew her to him even more.&nbsp; <br><br>She made no attempt to evade his touch, and once his fingertips found her hand and then her sensitive wrist Sarah would have been unable to pull away even if she had wanted to do so.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered closed for several heartbeats as his lips touched her skin, a very faint flush rising to her cheeks.&nbsp; <br><br>“I am pleased to meet you, Sir Henry.&nbsp; I doubt anyone with intact senses would consider you a fool or a cad,” she murmured.&nbsp; “If I am the object of your desire this evening, I remain willing to accept any risk that entails.”&nbsp; Her eyes met his, no sign of dishonesty or misgivings on her part.&nbsp; <br><br>Sarah smiled at his question, allowing him to keep possession of her hand.&nbsp; <br>“Yes, I dance.&nbsp; Where you lead, my Phantom, I shall follow.&nbsp; On or off the dance floor.”&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 19:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Remy felt the slide and press of his hands as they traveled. He was certainly making free use of the liberties she'd goaded him toward but there was still a hesitancy in his motions that suggested he though she might get fed up and assault him at some point. If he had known who she was she might have decided it was a fair assessment given the way she was portrayed on her show. However, she was nearly 100% certain that her anonymity remained in tact and therefore this careful and deliberate seduction was the result of some inbred sense of propriety or manners. Which just simply wouldn't do for what she wanted.<br><br>Still, she let him make his advance, her lashes dropping as his lips closed in on hers. The moment of contact brought with it a surge of desire, as if this were some important step toward her own surrender to the party. He kissed her and it was gentle at first, as if he intended to continue his almost probing manner with one foot ready should he need to leap back to safety. <br><br>Hmph, screw safe. <br><br>She pulled at his tie now, her grip tightening and whether of his own volition or due to her signal, Slick's kiss grew. Hotter, harder, rougher, until it was certain he'd be wearing at least a little evidence of their tangle in the form of red lipstick smudged onto his own skin. Remy fed her own desire into the kiss until the need for air chased her back. She nipped sharply at his lower lip, pleased to have discovered Mr. Slick had more to him than 'manners'. <br><br>Her dark eyes opened to take in his appearance. There was something hot and clenching inside her that blossomed to life when she noted the red smear marring his skin. It flashed through her gaze as the distinct thought of leaving the evidence of her mouth's journey on other parts sprang forward. Oh, sure, it'd come off with a little attention to clean up, but that didn't matter for the moment. Not as she released his tie to brace her hands against his chest. He had so many clothes on, so much separating them, but then, that was kind of hot in its own way. She was definitely a skin on skin kinda girl but as her hands slid down the front of his suit, Remy decided it only added to the little game they were somehow playing. <br><br>"Guess it's only fair to be thorough. I should make sure you're not injured anywhere either," she whispered, her hands both moving further south to discover boldly if her were a lefty or a righty. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 19:36:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/antje_utgaard/img/1080full_antje_utgaard_(10).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Francesca Vinter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Slowly making her way to the Bar<br><strong>Time:</strong> The beginning<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2b/3b/86/2b3b86bdcbff28494173b0e575ea2839.jpg) + Mask (https://cdn-img-3.wanelo.com/p/f2e/d17/1c4/f2df41efc4b07f051199314/x354-q80.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Parisa Shah | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Get this party started!</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Smirking at the mention of Cara, Frankie had to agree. She and Cara had done some charity work together and still chatted from time to time but they'd never met up at one of these get-togethers. There was definitely a certain amount of curiosity waiting to be sated should the opportunity present itself. Though there was plenty going on next to her worth her time and attention, she decided, feeling Parisa's hand settle on her backside. <br><br>"Mmm, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me." She chuckled. Not a fate worse than death but really, they could skip half of that and save the time for other things. Frankie didn't actually need much help to go wild. "But just so you know... I'm no virgin, sweetie." <br><br>Was that a warning, a promise? Who the hell knew and really, who the hell cared. There were better things to focus on, like finding out just how sensitive Parisa was or wasn't. Lifting her hand, Francesca ran the edge of one lovely manicured nail across the top edge of Parisa's dress. Almost idly she traced the daring cut before detouring enough to trail a lazy circle around one nipple. It wasn't hard to imagine repeating the action with tongue and teeth either. She licked her lips. <br><br>"You've definitely been missing out though. Things can get downright raunchy even in this zip code, masks or no masks." <br><br>She turned a bright smile on the tender when he appeared but instead of requesting a shot or mixed drink she waved the fingers of her free hand at him. "Wouldn't happen to have some whipped cream back there would you? I've got a bit of a craving kicking up." Her nail dragged firmly over Parisa's nipple once then twice as the tender seemed to know just where he could find her request. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 20:46:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UAvg75Q.jpg?1)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Holly Outerbridge</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272398#msg14272398)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mansion Floor<br><strong>Time:</strong> The party is going<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> low cut, backless navy minidress (https://i.imgur.com/P5WI2HF.jpg), plus this golden mask (https://www.dhresource.com/0x0s/f2-albu-g5-M00-B2-C5-rBVaI1gtitqAMDWUAAKVIkk4UoI718.jpg/butterfly-mask-men-women-metal-laser-cut.jpg), also a black tie now, no shoes, no panties<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Gregory, OPEN<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Bumping Into A new Person!<br></span><hr><br>Holly's light steps bounced her powerful legs up to stairs to the first floor again, laughing all the way. Once again she was in the sea of people, wiggling between them as she tried to make her way back to the music. Wait. Nope she had gotten turned around. She was back in the foyer again. Giving a little wave she turned around to head back and ran into a a man. Literally, she bounced right into him!<br><br>"Oh hey there!" She laughed, hands on his shoulders, squeezing them a little as she leaned up against him, her bare feet dancing about on the carpet between his shoes as she looked him up and down. <br><br>"Nice tie!" She commented with a grin. "You like mine?" She lifted up the tie that was loose around her neck and obviously was not a part of her outfit she'd started the night with. <br><br>Even through his mask she could see he wasn't exactly bouncing about with joy, as she was. He was dressed absolutely impeccably though. Usually she was more interested in the body under the clothes, but even Holly had to admit very good taste when she saw it. At the same time she became aware this person probably had a very different plan for the evening than her. You don't put on clothes that nice if you just plan to throw them off right away. Well, this would at least be interesting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 07:29:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br><br>Already Kitty liked this man, his lips slid against her cheeks; it was not enough. It was not anywhere near enough. There were other places that needed attention. There were other places she wanted noticed. “It’s the least I could do… some of us are just born givers,” her tongue flicked out to caress the top of her pouty lips. Whether the action was instinctive or planned, the end result was provocative and leading. And truth be told, Kitty really wasn’t a giver, not anymore. Being a young, sought after starlet had changed her, years of being catered to had made her whims and wants vitally important. But if the man were to actually get fired, it wouldn’t really have mattered to her, though she would try to help him somehow. A good word from Kitty in a well-placed ear or two would secure him a job easily enough. Any number of people would rush to do her bidding. “Though… if we assess your skills, perhaps I might find something suitable for you to do myself.” <br><br>His hands roamed like a blind man’s along the sides of her dress to take in each curve and dip. As if ignited from his fingertips, tremors ran an electric current of sensation down her length. At her waist and at her breast, the man suddenly took control and his forwardness grew. Kitty loved it all. Upon the dancefloor, they rocked instead of danced. Kitty didn’t’ care as faces turned to witness the man’s audacious squeeze of her breast; she was there to have fun. What harm was there in living just a little bit for once? Didn’t she deserve it? Of course she did!<br><br>Her answer was as self-satisfied as his smile. She liked him close, his lips on her jaw, his breath dancing across her skin. She whispered back, low and seductive, “But my dear Driver, it has already started! Didn’t you notice?” Kitty teased as he led her off the dance floor. “I suppose I will have to work harder to capture your attentions…” <br><br>Laughing, the girl skipped in front of him. Taking hand, Kitty suddenly twisted in front of him and hurried the man along. Winding through the house, past guests and servants, Kitty grew excitedly impatient. She wanted what she wanted, without waiting further. And right now, she wanted this mysterious man trailing behind her. Pushing impatiently through a door, Kitty pulled the man in the room behind her. Slamming the door, she pushed him against the wall and standing on her tiptoes, kissed him hard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 23:28:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br><strong>Location:</strong>Bar to Private dance hall<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah/Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Claiming his Private Dancer<br></span><hr><br><strong>“You are entirely my desire, my hunger and my passion this evening, Lady Sarah,” </strong>Henry replied as her voice replied with strength and the bared and sweet honesty of a woman to be taken always at her word, and her word more than dared him to make her his own, her word deliciously sought it.<br><br>His hand slipped with sensual ease up along her arm to mid elbow, then as his body moved, his arm and hand did also, transitioning in a way that allowed Henry to slip the full of his well-muscled arm around Sarah’s waist, claiming her with what was still a gentlemanly style and manner, and yet she would feel something more in the strength and sublime heat of his grasp to know that as they began to walk with each other, step in step in perfect rhythm, that this was the beginning of a true taking, of possession of the Phantom revealed to her in name, and having chosen the elegantly beautiful rose of an alto over all of the more tawdry and wanton sopranos who moved and thrashed about on the main dance floor as if they were the offerings, or seeking an offering, at a decadent and quickly building Roman orgy.<br><br><strong>“My Lady,”</strong> he used the possessive again, each motion and word that emanated from him seemed to claim her, <strong>“Every place we go and everything we do tonight will be upon our own private dance floor, at the moment I mean that in the most literal sense,”</strong> Henry intoned deeply, his eyes seeking her own for consent and desire to continue down the path they trod upon as Henry quickly found a small, private, not quite empty room.&nbsp; It seemed to be used as a smaller dining hall at times, based on the furnishings that they could see, but was not decorated this night and offered a nice, large and open area at its center with a table, buffet and some chairs along two of the walls.<br><br>Reaching the table, Henry smiled in the soft light that filtered in from the exterior lighting, mostly for the parking area the valets were using, which was the only source of light in the otherwise still and quiet room, the quiet broken only by the sound of their own shoes clicking across the parquet floor.&nbsp; His eyes and hand found what he sought, a lighter, and he used it for what it was meant to do, lighting five candles on an elegant candelabra.&nbsp; With each candle lit, a tawny, golden light filled their private dance hall a bit more and more, until all five were lit and Henry took his phone from his pocket, dialed in the security code to open it, then handed it to Sarah, with his music app opened for her perusal,<br><br><strong>“Choose the songs you would most desire to dance to as my partner and my sweet and beautiful pleasure,”</strong> Henry told her, leaving the phone in her soft and elegant hands as he removed his jacket, slipping it over the back of a chair, and then slid his body fully in behind her own, his large hands each find a place to grasp upon the feminine and perfect curves of her hips, his lips pressing a warm and more than simply gentlemanly kiss to the bare flesh of her shoulder, and then upon her neck, as his eyes flickered over to the screen to steal hints at the music she would choose and play for them to dance to.<br><br><strong>“If I have not seduced you completely by the finish of the third song,”</strong> he growled hungrily into her ear as his teeth amorously nipped the flesh just beneath it, <strong>“It will only be because you seduced me long before then…my Sarah, my Lady of passion and desire waiting to be unleashed…wanting to be claimed and made mine…”</strong><br><br>That he was distracting her in her task was the playful part of his seduction and claiming of her, the phone having an eclectic mix of everything from classic to swing, rock to pop, ballads of love and loss to sweet and sensual sambas and thumping, grinding dance beats, all for her to choose from.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 17:04:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Heavy Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Now there definitely wasn't anything wrong with a lady that knew what she wanted, but it wasn't exactly what Jaden had expected. In hindsight it was probably a bit more obvious once one considered that she'd been so forceful in tugging at his tie and the soft insistence on her part that he should, as a doctor, ensure that more than that singular area was devoid of any touches. Of course, he didn't mind. If anything that slight bit of aggressiveness on her part was rather, hot. Not that Jaden was the type to give control, it was bad for his image, but if the masks were going to stay on.. well why not be a bit adventurous and give the lovely lady the reins. Judging from the smear of red now decorating his lips, and they're windsor knot he'd been sporting was not tightened by several degrees, it seemed like she had no problem taking what she wanted. Of course, he wasn't just going to tell her that she could take what she wanted. It was a certainly more amusing to see how exactly she might decide to react if he gave her the assumption he was still taking charge.<br><br>Once that exchange of lips of theirs came to an end he was tempted to wipe off that smear of lipstick and straighten his tie. But then again, that smear on his lips, while not classy, had a certain charm to it. If for no other reason than the fact that the way she was looking at him now sent a rush of adrenaline through him for reasons he simply couldn't describe. He enjoyed the way she looked at him and he wasn't exactly going to start complaining. Especially when there was something quite amusing about the way her hands traveled along his form right up until she discovered that he did prefer the right. Not to say that touch wasn't enjoyable, it was just that it was a bit unexpected. He knew she was going to be forward he just hadn't expected her to be <em>that</em> forward. Still he didn't see a reason to stop her aggressive advance, not when he was already invested in seeing what exactly he needed to do to make up to the minx he'd so ungratefully bumped into.<br><br>Of course that red smear on his lips wasn't exactly classy, but sacrifices had to be made. <strong>"So doll.. tell me. Have you found any injuries that need treating. Because I have.."</strong> He reached forward, towards her waiting form, and dragging his hand roughly along the length of her breasts. His fingertips boldly now squeezing and grasping at her body. It wasn't hard to tell, mostly because of her urgency to deeper their kiss and her assertive tugs to his tie, that she wasn't happy with the level of appropriateness that he'd try to keep. So, to appease her, he was happy to start grasping tight at her form and tug her body in ways that could only be described as rough and aggressive, just for the sake of appeasing her however he could in whatever manner he could. His heavy grasp to her breasts followed with his heated murmur. <strong>"These.. need a lot of attention and caressing.. as does that <em>fine</em> ass. As to where I decide to check up on them. That up to you. A room is just as fine as inspecting you right here. I'm sure anyone passing by would love to see more of you."</strong> Jaden gave her a rather arrogant smirk, not for the sake of knowing what she'd choose but because he had a feeling that she'd ignore his choice and instead decide to choose something all on her own. Still that was just as fun as the options he'd given her.<br><br>He was still waiting for her to make a decision as one of his hands left her breasts and instead began gradually dipping forward. His fingers roughly dragging along her soft form, tugging that dress of hers as he moved his fingers before finally brushing his hand over the curve of her hips. Once his hand was over that curve he pushed that wonderfully full rear of hers into his palm, squeezing it rather hard as he stared down at her, a gleam in his eyes.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 18:02:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> More Than Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Daniel was really liking this young lady, especially with how bubbly and eager she was and rather uncaring about both his status and the way he was basically ogling her with his eyes and hands. Besides he wasn't anywhere close to done fondling her with his hands. <strong>"Well I'm completely at your service, madam. For whatever you may need. Since it seems I won't be of service to anyone else tonight."</strong> He smiled softly at her as he kept his eyes on her, watching her curiously, to see what the stunning little woman would do with him. Of course before he had a chance to find out he discovered that both of them weren't just off the dance floor but shifting through the crowd as she guided him to wherever it was she wanted. Although he wasn't sure a bathroom was the best choice, but since it as her choice he wasn't going to comment on it. Instead he found himself pushed against the door as she leaned up to her toes and started to kiss him. A little smirk on his lips as he leaned forward and returned that kiss of hers, kissing her deep and hard as he wrapped his arms around her and slowly lifted her up.<br><br>He put one of his hands on her rear, as his other hand grasped tight on her breasts with his other hand and began roughly caressing while he slowly pulled her body up into his. There also wasn't much choice in her part about being lifted up, especially when she was so easy to lift. Once she was up in his arms he'd turn her in his grasp and push her against the door, turning around so that she'd feel her backside pressed tight to the wall while her upper body arched into his chest. Those lovely breasts of hers forced against his chest, as his hand on the side of her breasts gave her mounds a soft squeeze. Her breast being fondled and kneaded as that other hand dipped against her thighs and brought her legs around his waist partially. Not that he cared if she did, or not, instead he pushed his hand firmly up her outer thighs before gradually hooking them underneath her body to squeeze at her rear. Of course, when his hand was at her rear she'd feel that it was absolutely under her dress. It was only when he gave that squeeze to her rear that he broke their kiss. <br><br>Their were several strings of saliva connecting his lips to hers. A result of that deep lip-lock, those strings of saliva would slowly break before falling across her chin and over the top of her breasts. He leaned forward to brush his lips across the top of her breasts, lightly dragging those rough lips across the top of her breasts. Each time he kissed over the top of her breasts he'd slowly push her up, further along the door, so that those splendid breasts of hers were brought love with his face. He pushed his lips gradually along the top of her breasts, just along the line of her cleavage, always stopping whenever his lips would touch the line of her red dress. In fact he made a point of stopping his kisses whenever her dress got in the way. It was only after several wet, heated, kisses to her breasts that he mumbled softly. <strong>"Well.. you certainly have all of my attention now.."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 18:35:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR7wCh-sU9FN-PRWOt5zhtn-MbFiinz2m9QXf2_QfWvpXJ-b61d)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Corwin Lynch<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Pool<br><strong>Time:</strong> Night is a Bit Older<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> As Shown<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Holly Outerbridge, OPEN<br></span><hr>"I'll drink to that, lovely," Corwin winked and finished the glass in a single gulp. As she turned away, he gave her pert, firm ass another smack to remember him by. And with that, she was gone, and he was in the den alone. He moved over to the bar, replacing his used glass on the silver tray that it had been on, assuming that someone would be around to clean replace it shortly. He looked around the bar again, pulling out a circular whiskey glass.<br><br>Five ice cubes clinked against crystal as he looked around for what he could only assume was among the most expensive bottles of whiskey that money could buy. He'd seen it in this room the last time he was here. Unfortunately, all he'd seen was the empty bottle and the naked trio that had emptied it, and he'd been aching to try it for himself.<br><br>It took a bit of rummaging, but he did find it, pouring a handful of fingers into the glass and swishing it around, letting the ice mix in and only slightly dilute the amber liquid before he tasted it.<br><br>"Oh dear lord in heaven," A quip about better than sex came to mind, but he didn't want to jinx the rest of the evening, so he took another sip and made his way back up the steps.<br><br>In a few minutes, he was outside, The glass was placed on a marble counter as a pouch of tobacco was produced. A clean white square of paper was set out, and a smooth line of the poison was laid out on one end. His deft fingers rolled it quickly and his tongue, tasting of pussy, champagne and single-malt scotch ran over the paper to make it stick. The newly rolled cylinder was placed between his lips and a zippo lighter drawn from his pocket. He inhaled deeply, drawing the cigarette from his lips to add the taste of the scotch, and then exhaled a lungful of smoke.<br><br>"This is the life," He whispered softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 01:51:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br><br>The small, well-appointed bathroom confined them and thrust them together. Kitty loved the thrill, the wildness of it all. Anyone might do it on a bed, or in the pool. But a bathroom, with people just outside the door, waiting for a turn, was a naughty adventure. And Kitty lived for adventure.<br><br>If Kitty kissed the man hard and deep, his kiss was harder and deeper, and she melted beneath his demanding lips. He prolonged the kiss, made it more sensual, as his arms wrapped around her and subtly lifted. On her ass, on her breast, his hands roamed again. Her back was at the door, he pushed her further into it. He wasn’t gentle; she didn’t want him to be! Suddenly lifted higher, Kitty squealed in delight as he pinned her to the door and held her in place with his strength. Her smaller body was held upwards, and her face looked into his with feral hunger. She was deliciously trapped! Kitty didn’t want to get away! <br><br>With sexy confidence, he ushered her legs around his waist and Kitty needed no urging. In a smooth motion, taunt and toned thighs wrapped him as his hands slid under her dress. Small purrs of approval glided from her lips to his and vibrated there. Her arms wrapped the man’s neck for safekeeping. But his lips broke away and his lips kissed elsewhere. Yet never did they dip beyond the confines of her dress. Kitty’s breath caught as he neared her nipples and she murmured displeasure as he retreated without touching them. The back and forth torture drove her mad with want! Fingers ran through his hair, pulling, massaging, holding; her hands couldn’t stay still. His masculine scent intoxicated her, and she tried to lift herself higher to give him space and room to maneuver where she wished him to be.<br><br>With need, her legs tightened and because Kitty had no inhibitions, she slid her hands between their bodies suggestively, a coy smile on her lips, before she grasped the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Wisps of hair caught tangled before sliding free as the dress fell carelessly from Kitty’s fingers to land in a red puddle on the floor. “No distractions… remember,” she whispered with a grin, as her bare breasts lifted towards him, the pale flesh creamy and full. And in the hands that held her ass, his fingers would find the threads of the skimpiest and most expensive red thong that celebrity money could buy. Beyond the glittering mask, she wore nothing else.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 05:50:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford | Open<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Mmm, right it was! Her hand gave a bold stroke against what she could feel of her mystery man, attempting to coax him further to life behind the layers of cloth that separated them. The utterly inappropriate and probably not "civilized" nature of their encounter was indeed growing on Remy, firing her up like a cat in heat. Caught in the grasp of a perfect stranger, in a semi-public hallway, with no need to toe the line for the sake of legality or even the usual lines of what was proper, it was a perfect storm of lust and opportunity. It wouldn't matter if she didn't adhere to expectations because no one would know. No one would care that the raven haired private eye was utterly turned on by the idea of sating herself on a man she literally had collided with, that the idea of being potentially being caught or even outright watched was making her wetter as she thought of it, or that she was torn between wanting to feel him rise to fullness in her mouth and wanting his mouth on her. Could she have both? Maybe. Pretty please?<br><br>"Mmm, I do think I should take a closer look at the area..." she trailed off as her nails scraped up the inside of the opposite thigh. "Just to be sure. I do like to be thorough..." <br><br>The rough gropes along her body had her nerve ending firing like crazy. They were stimulating in that they created a desire for more, leaving her feeling hot and confined in her dress and craving more of his touch along her flesh as he took liberties. Her nipples hardened, the sensitive peaks seeking more attention in the wake of his touch while her hips shifted enough to push her ass more firmly into his hands. Yeah, this was what she wanted. Not to be treated like some dainty little thing but to feel. To indulge. To stop thinking so fucking much. Her brain was on all the time, constantly going, analyzing, assessing, taking in this bit of info and that bit and trying to piece things together and really she just wanted it to stop. Just for a little while. It was why she had ultimately agreed to come to this party and why she was rolling full speed ahead rather than taking it slow as she'd planned. <br><br>It was a risk. All of it was really. Her mask could slip, or his. The wrong person could come along and ruin their fun. He could be turned off by her aggressive behavior... or any other number of things could happen. Yet, Remy didn't seem to care at all. She simply wanted what she wanted and had no problems taking what her mystery dude was offering. It was so bad, so wrong, yet it was utterly perfect. "Caress away, Slick." She half hissed, half moaned for him. "Might as well enjoy what you do, right?"<br><br>She glanced down the hallway, noting that for the most part it had remained empty but for herself and Slick. She'd seen brief flashes of movement down at either end but no one had detoured their way yet which meant there was no pressing reason to move if they didn't have to. A few feet away there was a bench set along the wall and really that was about the only help they'd need if Remy had her way.<br><br>Decided, Remy made her choice known by taking it upon herself to up the ante again. A few flicks of the buttons holding the garment closed was all it took to free her from her dress to some degree, the sides of it pulling apart just enough to give teasing glimpses of the black lace that seemed to cup her shapely form as lovingly as it did intimately and the thigh high fishnets that climbed just an inch or two higher than her boots. Stepping into him, she returned her hands to their southern interests but this time went to the man's belt, undoing it enough for her to grab the ends and begin pulling him along as she walked carefully backward. Hopefully he'd see the spot she was aiming toward but if he didn't she had no problem nudging him down onto the seat before sliding her legs over his and straddling his lap.<br><br>"Sometimes a different perspective helps," she grinned behind her mask. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 00:51:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured (Open Shirt, loose tie) + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Notes:</strong> More Than Flirting<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>There was something unnaturally sexy about just how eager she was, not that he was going to comment on it. It was much better to just indulge in her eagerness, for all it’s worth, and make little comments later after they were both equally satisfied. His fingers continued to softly strum along the length of her body, taking advantage of the wall that he had her pressed up against to grasp at those full breasts of hers and softly brush his fingers along the line of her rear. Those feverish squeezes to her breasts and waist being done in-between those soft and heated that he showered on her skin. His lips brushing against her warm skin, staining her skin with his touch, before finally his lips stopped just at the edge of her dress one last time as he saw just what a needy mess she was becoming from the teasing he imparted on her.<br><br>A satisfied smile on his lips, knowing that he’d teased her to such a degree that she’d not only let out purrs of approval but her body had been reduced to a state of squirming and whimpering from how much he’d teased her. He’d expected her to beg, or plead, for him to go further. What he didn’t expect was that she would be the one to take the initiative. Though, it was rather hot to watch her grasp at the hem of her dress and begin tugging it up over that splendid curvaceous form before tossing the dress off to the side. The little red puddle of her dress drawing his intention for just a moment before his eyes were naturally drawn to the lines of her body that were completely on display for him. If she was looking at him, behind that glittering mask of hers, it was quite clear where he was looking at. His eyes staring at those bare breasts and enjoying the luscious sight of them, exposed towards him as he smirked while biting at his bottom lip. <strong>"Well.. I’m certainly not distracted.."</strong> Without another word he dipped forward to bring his heated lips to brush along her exposed mounds.<br><br>His lips brushed, slowly at first, along the line of her breasts and slightly caressed the top of her breasts in soft strokes before moving to kiss the front of her breasts. His lips were focused, primarily, on the front of her breasts so that he could bring his lips to the tips of those buds. He brought his lips to her right mound, taking that pink bud into his mouth and letting his tongue flick across her rosy peak. As for his other hand, well she had told him not to be distracted.. and while fondling her bare ass was rather.. fun. He wasn’t going to over indulge himself. Instead that hand on her rear would hold her body up, against him, and the other hand reached in between them to tug at his tie. The knot slowly loosened as his fingers reached for his collar and began undoing the buttons one at a time until his entire shirt was left bare and open. He didn’t bother trying to take off his cufflinks, it was too much of a hassle. Instead he slightly rolled the white collared shirt off his shoulder and let it to his wrists before forcing the shirt off and letting it join her dress.. adding a little white puddle next to her lovely red dress while that black tie was still next dangling around his neck, having accidently slipped free of his collar.<br><br>He made no moves to take it off however, especially since he was still thoroughly focused in pressing his lips to those lovely pink nubs. By the time his lips drew back from her breasts, those once pink buds were stained slightly red from just how aggressively he’d been sucking on those curvaceous mounds. The hand that had undone his shirt soon joined his lips, adding to the attention on her breasts as he gave one final peck to the top of her breasts before leaning up to capture her lips, giving a slightly playful nip to her bottom lip and holding her lip between his teeth as he gave her a rather playful smirk. <strong>"Have I mentioned.. I love the way you dress."</strong> His hand on her ass would dip forward again, pushing that round bottom of hers into his palm and giving it a slight squeeze as he tugged on that expensive red thong of hers, not removing it but instead just pushed that expensive piece of fabric off to the side so that, hopefully wet spot, between her legs would end up dragging against the soft silk of his trousers as he pulled her hips in towards his.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 01:22:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering - Bench<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Done Flirting, Taking.. or Being Taken?<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>It.. wasn’t going to take much coaxing from her to bring him to life, especially with how bold her strokes were, before there was a rather obvious bulge protruding from those silk trousers. This was certainly an encounter of opportunity, and mutual desire, though Jaden couldn’t help but feel a bit amused by the fact that she was so wonderfully willing to just give in to him.. or take him. He wasn’t really keeping track, or complaining either way. Instead he was just going to enjoy this lucky encounter, even if had started out with him being a bit of an ass. Though he was hoping that she wouldn’t try to get some sort of payback over the fact that he’d slightly insulted, and harmed her, in his rush. Oh well, he’d find out soon enough. Since he was very much letting her continue to take the lead. He was far to preoccupied with enjoying the way that splendid body of hers felt in his hands, and how good it felt to have her mouth pressed to his own. A slightly playful smile easing over his lips as she continued to scrape her nails along his thigh before muttering under his breath. <strong>"Well.. if you insist on taking a closer look. I’d be happy to comply, Doll."</strong> In the back of his head, he couldn’t help but think he should maybe.. ask for a nickname. But there was a slight allure to the fact that he was properly hooking up with a stranger whose name he didn’t even know.<br><br>His hands continued to grope on her soft little body, pulling at the length of her and caressing her.. well. Not really caressing her. What he was doing was more of a rough type of mauling and manhandling, but it certainly seemed like her body was responding nicely to all the attention.. so there really wasn’t a reason for him to stop unless she told him. So, his hands gave her what she wanted, but hadn’t asked for. Leaving little scratches on her skin from how tightly he grasped her, yet even with how he grasped and squeezed he could feel her nipples hardening through that mess of fabric and pressing against his palm whenever he fondled her. While also feeling her body pressing back up into his palm, rather than retreating. Which only made his grasps rougher, more possessive, and more demanding. Her words, did little more than tell him that she wasn’t just fine with all the attention but wanted more. A pleased little smirk easing across his lips as he mumbled. <strong>"You’re right, Doll. I might.. as well.. enjoy myself."</strong> With those last few words his hands stopped grasping along her and stopped in place, in particular his right hand stopped on her side, cupping her breasts and giving her mounds a rough squeeze with the last few words to show her just how unabashed he was to fondle her now.<br><br>Of course, before he had a chance to show her just how aggressive he might be with her, it wasn’t him taking the lead but rather it was her. He watched, aroused and amused, as she undid the buttons of her dress to reveal some of that lovely figure clad in black lace along with those thigh highs and fishnets. He took his time to appreciate her lovely figure, before finally turning his attention to her guiding him along with her. He noticed the bench at the last moment, just as she nudged him, thankfully, towards it, and fell against it as she climbed onto his lap and his hands naturally made their way to her hips. He could have started manhandling those breasts of hers again, but decided to opt for something new. His fingers grasped her waistline, tight, his fingers dragging into her skin through her layers to leave stains on her body as he began roughly not just touching her, but forcing her hips to rock down into him. Her straddling placing her perfectly over that bulge in his jeans. One hand leaving her waist and instead reaching up, wrapping his fingers around her throat momentarily and slowly scratching his fingers down her bared body. His fingers playing at that slightly opened garment of hers and forcing more of that blazer like dress of hers open, revealing more of the lovely lace underneath until that blazer of hers was tugged completely open by his hand. His fingers reaching up to grasp her breasts, but as soon as his fingers squeezed her round mounds and left his mark on her skin, that was as far as he went as he gave a slightly playful smile towards her.<br><br><strong>"The new perspective helps.. as far as I can tell.. this bust of yours really needs some.. proper attention. Some caressing.. massaging.. squeezing.. slapping. All of that should help with my final assessment.. What about you? All done?"</strong> His hand on her waist would press her down again, giving a slight rock of their hips together before waiting to see if she’d try to take the lead again, or let him play with her.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 01:45:58</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br>Kitty moaned as the man taunted and teased. She wanted more! For always the young actress got what she wanted; waiting was beyond her now, a thing of the past. Her hands slid to the back of the man’s head and pressed that delicious dark-hair closer to her chest. Her thighs tightened at his waist, and refused to let go. Urgency claimed her, and need drove her actions. The hand on her ass held Kitty’s body poised against the door. <br><br>With definitive action, he loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt. She could feel his hand move there, even without seeing. His lips took her breath away, and she growled hungrily as the nip at her bottom lip almost touched upon hurt. Laughing Kitty exclaimed, “And look at you…” A delicate hand slid from the back of his head to press against his chest. Without missing a pace, her fingers continued downward in flighty fashion, to tug at the bottom of his tie, before she let go. Mischievous as an imp, she licked her lips. From the waist up, the driver’s form was more than pleasing to behold. “I think I would much prefer you, undressed. I hope you are not shy…” <br><br>Kitty’s hands were not satisfied to simply wait, and the pull upon the tiny thong demanded an answer. One arm circled the man’s neck to help hold herself upright, the other slid downwards, her fingers looping at his belt. It was not an easy task, reaching between their two bodies onehanded, but Kitty was nothing if not persistent. Slowly, the leather belt slid free of the loop and even slower the belt unbuckled. The entire time, Kitty watched the eyes behind his mask. And her own blinked softly, impishly to smile with red smeared lips. And when the slacks were opened just enough, Kitty plunged her hand downward to free him, and to feel his delightful, solid arousal with her fingers. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 04:22:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> No shirt, open slacks, loose tie + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Intimate<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>He couldn’t help out a low groan under his breath as that hand of hers snaked down underneath his now freed slacks to touch at that masculine part of him. His solid arousal burned against her fingers, erect and thick against her touch, as that mass of flesh that she now touched burned into life all the more. He smiled back at her, letting her feel his arousal for the moment as he decided to return the favor. Her body remained pressed tight to that door as he decided to refrain from putting her down. Besides, she felt way to good against him that there was no reason for him to release her. Instead that hand on her waist reached down to that lacey thong that he decided to push to the side. His two thick fingers reaching between her legs, keeping that piece of silk off to the side as the pads of his two fingers now sunk themselves across her waiting lips. He let her juices drip over the tip of his fingers, moistening them, before giving a slight push and plunging both those fingers inside her.<br><br>He didn’t push those fingers deep into her and instead just started to idly stroke his fingers along her insides. Expertly shifting his hand to the side so that his thumb could work its way across her clit, his thumb rolled nice and slow across her clit in circles, as he pulled her body all the closer into him while arching her back so that those beautiful, naked, breasts were extended out towards him. He leaned in to share another heated kiss with her, a long and passionate kiss that would keep their lips pressed up together. It was maybe a couple of minutes of kissing before he finally pulled his lips back from hers and mumbled against her now moistened lips. <strong>"Well.. I’m not shy.. But all’s fair.. A touch for a touch."</strong> He let his tongue work itself along her bottom lip before dipping further down. His lips gradually making their way all the lower as they ventured toward those naked lush breasts that he’d been unable to tear his eyes away from.<br><br>His tongue ventured over that pale creamy flesh as he leaned forward to give those full breasts of hers a slight nip. The nip wasn’t necessary; he’d done it just for the sake of leaving a little mark on her skin where he could. He’d done it, just so that in the future he’d get the satisfaction of knowing that she’d look at her breasts the next morning and the morning after and be reminded that his lips were on her. Those eager lips continued to dip over the top of her breasts before sinking further down to stop just short of her buds. His lips making their way to those rosy buds of hers, drawing the tips of her bud into his mouth and letting his tongue roll slowly against her hardened peak. He began hiking her body up, towards him, so that even though she was stroking him she’d feel him brushing against her inner thigh as his body slightly bent forward. He began to kiss, intimately, against those rosy buds of hers and letting his teeth slightly drag against the sides of her buds as he gave a faint nip to her bud and let his tongue flick across the tip of her bud. <strong>"Are we going to keep.. beating around the bush, little red?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 06:21:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/d4fe2fd2cd6dcc3abc78944537361f69/tumblr_p746f97SlV1uaal11o1_540.png)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering <br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Blazer dress + thigh high boots (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/71/d4/8d71d40224cce5ac03843638d6ce4c78--music-shakira-samsung-galaxy.jpg) + Mask (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/16/df/2e/16df2e8f1cc01e6e82c4ba34e06ccff0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Jaden Radford<br><strong>Notes:</strong> n/a</span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"All done? Oh no no, Slick. I'm just getting warmed up." The breathy laugh trailed off into a hitched breath followed by a drawn out moan as she cuddled closer, her lips near enough to his ear that she wasn't very loud at all yet it was perfectly intimate. His hand guided her hip to rock atop the evidence of his current enjoyment and Remy saw no reason to counter it. No, rather the brunette gave herself over to it, feeling the thick and firm flesh trapped beneath her center well enough that each well timed motion of her hips dragged him back and forth across the spot that ached for him. The tease sent shivers up her spine and goosebumps broke out briefly along her flesh. Her breath shuddered in and Remy's hands pulled harder at his belt to press herself down even more fully into their wicked grind. <br><br>Already primed and far too sensitive after her mystery man's rough handling, Remy's skin felt too tight. Too much. Sensations zipped along her nerve endings distractedly as her lips found his jaw. The light scrape of her teeth just along the underside near his ear was a reminder to him that turnabout was fair play. Already he'd marked her skin, the pinkened evidence of his passing still showing in certain places. However, as much as the teasing nip promised, Remy pulled back to smirk down at the would-be doc.<br><br>Her hands released his belt. Her hips didn't stop but they did slow as her focus shifted. Reaching up she first cupped her own breasts, giving the full mounds a good squeeze once before her hands began sliding downward. In their slow descent her fingertips hooked the edge of her lacy bra cups and dragged both downward, revealing first the smooth mound of flesh and then finally their pebbled tips. "Still, if that's what you need to do a proper assessment, Slick..." <br><br>She let her words trail off and leaned forward, her weight shifting enough to bring her bared nipple toward his lips where she'd brush the aching tip across his mouth once and then again. As she did so her hand slid into his hair, her nails first scratching slightly along his nape before sliding higher. And if that caress turned into something of a loose grip, well, it was only so she could more properly guide herself into the right position for her check up.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 18:36:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br>His groan told her all. And so Kitty’s hand gripped more fully, to rotate and feel his width and solid flesh beneath her fingers. She imagined what he might do, how it would feel if his shaft were unleashed further. The man’s smile fueled the wanton thoughts further. He was proud she thought and was glad for it. A solid man -- that was what she needed; no whimpering boys for her! And this man that held her so close was that and more. How easily he pressed her to the door, how effortlessly he made fervent desire flare in her mind and in her responses. <br><br>And for all her wildness, Kitty felt in control. She was always in control; her continuing career depended on that one fact. Even as she gazed down at him, so worked up she thought she might burst, still she dictated what would happen here in the small bathroom. Until the moment his fingers plunged into her sex. There he would know just how aroused he had made her. Glossy lips parted, opened as her sex was opened. Black thick lashes fluttered behind her mask as sensation rocked her. Almost Kitty held the tiny gasp. He wasn’t rough. Instead he was gentle, with small stokes and a thumb on her clit. Dangerously slow the circles built. Breath caught in her throat, Kitty tried not to move, tried not to react… she wanted to feel this… with all her awareness. Closer the man pulled her in, and her back arched. His kiss was unrushed, lingering and stealing the girl’s control. How slowly he unraveled her, moment by moment. Her lips replied, her tongue needy. As he pulled away, the air was pulled with him, “Ohhhh. I do like you…” the words flowed true, while his kiss lowered downward to her breasts once more. <br><br>Along his cock, Kitty’s hand slid, to coax it further, her greedy hand unwilling to release it so soon. With the man’s next lift, she felt it presence tauntingly near her thigh, and her folds. “I am… not afraid to continue,” she breathed into his hair. It was a challenge, it was a plea. Her legs tightened for better purchase upon his waist. Her hand stroked the veiny muscle and with deft fingers began to push it towards her waiting entrance. Heat radiated from him, and Kitty tingled as it neared and touched the privately pale, pink skin. “Show me… show me, how well you drive.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 04:01:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Eikichi_Character_59.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Jaden Radford (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering - Bench<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pictured + Mask (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Mask-ball.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Aramie "Remy" Rousseau - Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> N/a<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>She wasn’t the only one getting pleasure from that press of her hips down onto his waiting bulge. Not only did he get to enjoy having that fine body of her pressing down onto his waiting mass, but thanks to those stockings of hers the heat from her supple thighs was quite easily felt against his silken trousers. If anything he was not thinking about pulling off those thigh high boots of hers and letting his hands wander on more of her naked flesh but.. he’d let her keep the lead for the moment. So far, he’d enjoyed just being tugged along by her. <strong>"That’s funny.. I feel the same way.. Or well. You’ve really warmed me up to you."</strong> The smile on his lips was playful, an air of amusement being shown on the curve of his lips as he watched her reach down to fumble with that belt of his, noticing how she’d refrained from undoing it and instead had just kept pushing herself down against him using it. He couldn’t help but admire her desire to return all his favors towards her.<br><br>If she was paying attention to him she’d notice that when she decided to cup those generous mounds and squeeze at them, his tongue brushed slowly across his bottom lip as his eyes naturally drifted to watch the way those full breasts bounced back at her squeezing and then began to pull at that lacey bra of hers till both those gorgeous mounds of flesh were revealed along with her hardened buds accenting the already stunning mounds of flesh. <strong>"Thank you, that should help.. plenty."</strong> As she brought that extruding bud closer to his lips, he knew what she wanted. There was no complaint from him either, instead he let his lips brush across that aching tip of hers once or twice before parting his lips and taking the bud into his mouth. His teeth grazed against the edge of her extruded bud, while that eager tongue of his made sure to drag across the tip of her bud letting his wet appendage flick back and forth across the bud as his teeth grazed and slightly scraped at her swollen tips.<br><br>Though it wasn’t just going to be his mouth doing the assessment. One hand remained pressed to her wait, keeping up that rhythm of grinding their hips together that she’d been so kind as to set the baseline for. But his other hand had no reason to remain on her waist, not when their was an empty breast waiting to be assessed by his able-bodied fingers. His hand dragged, firmly, along the side of her mounds letting the fullness of her breasts press into his palm. Those callused fingers dragging their way over her breasts, squeezing her mound into his waiting palm before his thumb and index finger brushed their way over the other aching tip of hers. He wasn’t gentle with her bud either, after all he needed to do a thorough assessment. So his thumb and finger pinched her bud, letting his nails graze over the tip, before he began slowly tweaking her bud while giving the occasional tug. Those eager eyes of his looking up at her with amusement to see whatever expression his attention to her breasts might evoke.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 04:46:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> No shirt, open slacks, loose tie + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Intimate<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>It was hard not to enjoy the sensation of her grip around his swollen length, especially when she was taking such care to stroke and pump it with those slender fingers of hers. He couldn’t help but notice just how determined she was to keep coaxing his arousal with her touch even as that head of that fat appendage brushed against her inner thighs and pressed all the closer towards that waiting entrance of hers. His own fingers had pulled free of her little hole, satisfied with just how <em>soaked</em> she was for him he knew that there wouldn’t be any trouble as far as resistance was concerned. A smile on his lips as she asked told him how unafraid she was. His lips stopping just short of her collar and giving the faintest of nips to her already pale skin as he murmured under his breath. <strong>" I have to say.. I do like a woman whose not afraid to continue.. and whose so soaked at just a little bit of foreplay. But.. even without that. How could I not like someone so.. fucking sexy."</strong> The words were whispered against her skin, his hot breath rolling over her form as his lips and tongue kissed and licked at her waiting form.<br><br>Those intended kisses to her breasts forgotten as he lined her body up towards his own. Even with her stroking and coaxing that thick mass of his, he still lined himself up with her entrance so that the head of his cock was pressing neatly against her wet hole. Those juices he’d coaxed out of her with his fingers now leaking across the head, getting his arousal wet with her warm juices so that when he did decide to slide into her it would be much easier. But, he wasn’t sliding in just yet. No, instead he began just idly rocking his hips to hers while lifting up those legs of hers to wrap around his waist while pushing those breasts of hers further out and into the air. <strong>"If the lady insists to be taken for a drive then I suppose I should do my best.. to oblige.."</strong> He was slow, painfully slow for both their sakes, as that engorged head pushed against her entrance and slowly plugged her. She’d feel him sliding into her, inch after inch, as that veiny shaft stretched her out around him. The burning heat of his cock barely being extinguished by the warm and wet nature of her insides. <br><br>It was only after he’d pressed several inches into her that he stopped, holding himself inside her as his lips moved to hers and took her in another fiery kiss. A lewd, passionate kiss, that had their tongues locking together. In was somewhere in the middle of that kiss that he started to thrust, changing up the pace constantly. Sometimes dragging out the thrusts with slow and long strokes, while at other time just pumping his hips to meet hers and letting her feel that meaty appendage stuff and claim her. As for his hands, they clung to her sexy little frame. Not only lifting her to meet each and every thrust but venturing up to touch those breasts of hers which were still begging for attention.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 21:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br>His words were like fire, consuming and taunting. His lips and breath and tongue engulfed her. His cock was there, so near! So near! She needed to feel him, she needed to be filled. But the man waited, only rocked his hips. Kitty’s breath drew faster into her lungs. “Do your best,” she agreed, the words tumbling heavy. “Or do your worst... unless you’re afraid?” But he wasn’t, she could see that and be thankful for it. <br><br>Slowly, so slowly he moved. His cock pressed, just enough, barely enough for Kitty. Then more… her breath held as she waited. Patience gone, need consuming, he made her feel every moment of her stretching wet walls. The sound in her throat was a mewing, vibrating whisper. <br><br>He stopped! And Kitty’s fingers fluttered at his neck, unsure of what to do next to coax him further, her eyes went wide and pleaded for more and more and more. He stole the next kiss from her mouth and lips and the girl replied the only way should could, lost in the moment with her tongue circling his. It was then he thrust, and then she cried out with delight into his kiss. She tried to follow, to prepare for the next pump of his hips. Kitty could not. Off balance he kept her, filled and stretching as he pumped, then slowed. Her tongue licked her lips. Her mind let go, filled with sensation and pleasure as her hips began to rock in rhythm with him, then against him in wild movement. One red heeled shoe fell to the floor as her red lacquered toes bounced. Kitty ignored it and ignored the world around her. Consumed by the man’s attentions, her cries became louder and more audible. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 04:45:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> No shirt, open slacks, loose tie + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Intimate<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Daniel kept one of his hands pressed tight against her waist, letting his fingers ease slowly across her waist as his fingers pressed into her skin. His hand on her waist forcing her body to rock back and forth to meet each and everyone of his thrusts. That other hand of his.. well, it only had one place that it could possibly go. Those naked, slightly bouncing, breasts were begging for attention. His hand on her breasts making sure to pinch those hard buds of hers, pinching and twisting her buds around. His touch to her breasts being done for the sole purpose of adding on to her pleasure, since he was already fucking Kitty he couldn’t think of anything to make it better than to force more pleasure on her so that she wasn’t just mewling.. but screaming in pleasure. Those soft pinches and twists of her rosy buds constantly followed by the soft thrusts of his hips picking up pace.<br><br>Those gentle thrusts a she pressed into her, worsening, as he began to slowly pump himself in and out of her. The rock of her hips down into him causing the head of that swollen tip to drag along her insides, eventually he wasn’t just letting himself rub against her walls but started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. She’d start to feel him pounding into her, no longer thrusting slowly and instead just pounding her down to meet his heavy thrusts. Each time he pounded into her now she’d feel her body sliding against the doorframe behind her. Her round bottom pressing into the door, as her shoulder blades were forced back as he continued that relentless pounding. While he was thrusting into her, with vigor, she’d feel those dry lips of his brushing along her cheek and making their way slowly to her ear. The sensation of that tight, wet, little hole of her clenching around him causing a deep groan to sink out of his lips. His tongue slipping out, flicking along her earbud, as he mumbled into her ear. <strong>"You feel so fucking good, around me, Kitty."</strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>31-08-2018, 04:50:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br>The man’s roaming hand was at her waist, on her breast. It seemed he could not get enough and Kitty melted into the warmth he spread so easily. With each pinch and twist of her nipple, a low, sweet moan sounded in the little room. Too sensitive! Kitty bounced sending waves of brunette hair pell-mell about her shoulders to tickle against the skin of his face. With the dance of his hips, that determined cock rode between her thighs and pushed her towards a place where thoughts tumbled unimportant. Only pleasure and gratification meant anything. Moving faster, his cock plunged deeper, forcing the back of Kitty’s head to lean against the door. With each thrust, need ran along her limbs and burned at the junction where he met within her. The thrusts became harder, more demanding and her back slid against the door, pale skin turning lightly pink from the pressure. The dark polished wood appeared deeper and more formidable against the creamy, wiggling flesh. <br><br>With the man’s lips at her check, his own groan followed. She melted at the masculine sound and wanted more of it. With his breath, her ear tingled, sensitive to each movement of his jaw. “Do it,” she growled, low and hoarse, half demand, half plea. She assumed he would know what she meant. There could be no confusion in her mind. Prettily manicured nails clawed along his back, “Do it! I want you to cum… ” She was so close herself, her voice wobbled. With effort, she held his gaze. “Do it with me…” <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 18:26:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Eikichi_Character_63.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290637.msg14272462#msg14272462)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> No shirt, open slacks, loose tie + Mask (https://www.venicemaskedball.co.uk/ekmps/shops/maskedball/images/white-mask-with-black-design-1795-p.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kitty Conrad | Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Intimate<br></span><hr><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Her demanding, or pleas as it were, did nothing but bring an eager smile across his lips as they descended on her heated skin. His lips kissing and nipping at her flesh, each kiss leaving a few marks of red or little indents from where his teeth gripped her flesh. His gaze remaining steady with hers, never leaving her sight after she’d spoken those words of desperate desire. His lips reluctantly leaving her waiting body and instead moving to press his lips just short of hers as he spoke softly under his breath. <strong>"If that’s what you wish.. my Kitty. Then let me.. help you cum with me. Try to hold on.. just a little longer."</strong> Those heated words were mumbled against her lips before they dipped forward. His lips claiming hers in another deep and passionate exchange.<br><br>The momentary lip-lock of theirs providing them both with the distraction he needed to give her what she wanted. Well, that was only if she could hold herself back from cumming while he brought himself to near release. There was the frequent bucking of his hips as he pounded himself into her, letting that thick length spread out her walls around him as he pushed himself ever deeper into her. The head of his cock no longer just rubbing against her walls, but actively stretching her out around him and caressing her insides. His continued bucking inevitably driving him deeper into her body, till she’d feel the tip of that swollen length pressing on her most sensitive parts. The head of that fat cock constantly tapping and rubbing against the entrance to her womb, as both his heavy hands descended upon her waiting body. He still had her pushed up against the wall, but made no action to restrain her with his hands. Instead one hand clutched her breasts, the other her rear, bringing her into each and every thrust so she would constantly feel him inside of her.<br><br>Until, finally, all those repeated thrusts into her tight depths brought him to the edge of his release. His swollen length pushing up against her insides as he broke that kiss of theirs. His eyes locking onto hers as he growled under his breath. <strong>"Cum for me.. right now."</strong> The words were spoken with haste as his hips gave another buck into her, before he was unable to hold back any further and her insides were suddenly flushed with him. His cock tensing and twitching as he released into her and filled her with his potent seed.</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Stella</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 01:30:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://imageshack.com/i/plOXftgUj)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Dalgliesh<br><strong>Location:</strong> Arrival at the party.<br><strong>Time:</strong> Early-ish<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black asymmetrical dress (https://imageshack.com/a/img921/6710/55wDPg.jpg), black pumps, stockings, necklace (https://imageshack.com/a/img924/1483/xogsIp.jpg), mask. (https://imageshack.com/a/img922/4672/xnOFmQ.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Henry/Closed<br><strong>Notes:</strong> Claimed.<br></span><hr><br>Sarah felt drawn to Henry in an unfamiliar way and the feeling grew with each word, each glance, each touch.&nbsp; &nbsp;The caress of his hand as it moved up her arm left a trail of invisible sparks on her skin.&nbsp; They were already dancing as she slid into position at his side as if she had always belonged there.&nbsp; She could sense his strength - for want of a better word.&nbsp; <br><br>Henry guided their steps and direction with ease.&nbsp; They moved together past the edge of the large dance floor, neither concerned for the raucous dancers.&nbsp; Sarah felt separate from the others with her Phantom’s arm around her.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looked up to meet his eyes when he spoke, the consent and desire he sought in plain view.&nbsp; <br><br>He continued to guide her into room that was much more quiet than the main area.&nbsp; There was space to move here as well as privacy.&nbsp; Sarah smiled as she watched Henry quickly find a lighter and then light the candles one by one.&nbsp; The room was gradually infused with a warm amber glow that added a touch of magic to the setting.&nbsp; <br><br>Her attention returned to her companion when she was handed his phone.&nbsp; She was puzzled briefly, but he explained what he wanted her to do.&nbsp; Sarah scrolled through the music, pleased to see his taste in music was as eclectic as her own - until she felt him behind her.&nbsp; It was deliciously distracting having his body against hers, his hands perfectly in place on her hips.&nbsp; &nbsp;She <em>almost</em> dropped his phone when he kissed her shoulder.&nbsp; She did lose track of what she was supposed to be doing when his lips moved to her neck.&nbsp; <br><br>A barely audible whimper escaped her lips, but whether it was provoked by the nip on her sensitive skin or by his declaration, Sarah couldn’t say.&nbsp; She took a slow breath to steady herself before returning her attention to the small screen and her assigned task.&nbsp; She selected two songs, knowing damn well it wasn’t going to take three of them. The first song was <em>Renegades</em>, which she liked for the strong beat.&nbsp; The second was Michael Bublé’s <em>Sway</em>, which seemed ideal for the setting.&nbsp; <br><br>Sarah closed her eyes and let herself lean back into Henry’s embrace as she held the phone up for him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ♠ The Masquerade ♠ IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blue bunny sparkle</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 06:49:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Bathroom<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr><br><br>Kisses covered her flesh, and his biting nips pushed against Kitty’s reserves. Yet he never looked away, always he held her in his gaze as she descended into bliss and burning need. The man knew what he was doing; he knew how to draw out pleasure. He spoke her name and Kitty beamed, as if he had discovered a secret treasure she had kept long concealed from the world. And with the speaking of her name, the girl let go of the little control she had left, and allowed the driver to take her further. <br><br>Kitty was vocal in her pleasure. It was okay that he knew her secret; it meant more that he wanted to cum with her. But could she wait? Oh god she was trying! Trying to hold it in! Her limits had been met and surpassed, the sensations were too strong, and running unchecked to spark a release. “Hurry! Hurry!” Kitty cried out, but his lips caught hers once more to distract her, and claim her attention. He pounded into her, with piston-ing hips and her body slammed against the door. <em>Bam! Bam! Bam</em>! The girl clung more tightly, fingers pressed into his sides, his back, wherever she might find her hands. And deeper he dove, his size so great as he filled the tight space, sliding as Kitty writhed wildly, unable to remain calm or composed. Propped up by only his cock and his thrusts, the man’s hands moved everywhere. He gripped her ass, her breast. With his strength and the unrelenting pumping she knew she would be bruised. Kitty did not care.<br><br>He broke the kiss. He demanded she cum, the words were urgent and telling. Kitty could not deny him; she could not hold back, her body past primed, past the edge. The man’s last thrust pushed her over the threshold. His voice, his command made certain. With a cry, she bucked upon him, OHHHhhhhh GoDDDDDD! OoohhHHH!” Her walls tightened around his cock, and she felt his thrusts change speed, she knew he was there and climaxing as she gushed within. Back arching, her head tilted back into the door, another release came, hot and full and Kitty began to giggle with joy. <br><br>Breath labored, she leaned forward to rest her cheek against his head. Her arms wrapped around him, he would feel her breath drifting in panting gasps. Kitty’s eyes closed and stayed closed for a beat, and then a few more. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, even as she willed it to slow. With a soft, satisfied smile she looked up with a smile, “Mister. You may drive me any time.” <br>
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