🎩 One-Night Bride - Dressing Room (Bride/Groom Lounge)
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				Title: <strong>🎩 One-Night Bride - Dressing Room (Bride/Groom Lounge)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Honeycrisp</strong> on <strong>19-04-2017, 03:39:17</strong>
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				Strictly off limits to clients, and respected almost as much by Madame Celeste herself, the Dressing Room is a sanctuary for Brides and Grooms to put aside their performance personas and let down their hair.&nbsp; The Dressing Room is decorated with flowing draperies of silk and a ward prevents any sounds but gentle bird song and the rustling of a passing zephyr from intruding.&nbsp; Off to one side a communal walk in stone-floored shower offers a chance to wash away a session or simply prepare for the next one.&nbsp; Each Bride has their own private dressing area, concealed by folding screens, and there is a larger one for those who prefer company as they rouge their lips and make their eyes smoky with kohl.&nbsp; <br><br>Chaise lounges offer the chance to curl up and nap or simply stretch and sit lazily while waiting for assignations.&nbsp; <br><br>Custom and common agreement allow light petting, snuggling, and kissing between Brides in the lounge but anything more erotic must be removed to another location.&nbsp; All in all the Dressing Room is a place of great beauty and quiet, a calm among the sensual storm of the rest of the One-Night Bride.<br><br><div align="center">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/0f6ecd0a19ca462ca512807dd2502be2/tumblr_oomutphxyW1tppytvo1_540.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: One-Night Bride - Dressing Room (Bride/Groom Lounge)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>20-04-2017, 01:56:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><strong>Name:&nbsp; Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Getting Ready <br><br><br><br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Chantal's dressing area was neat, and the rack that held changes of costuming behind her was meticulously organized, with the skimpy corsets she favored in front and more elaborate outfits in back.&nbsp; She favored purple and black, but red, dark green, dark blue and some white were also represented.&nbsp; She detested dim, muted colors and pastels and never wore them.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had been taught from an early age to wear stays and corsets, and her waist was narrow, emphasizing an hourglass shape, and she was proud of it, proud of the work she had invested -- and, however odd it might be, she was also proud of her beauty.&nbsp; At least it had brought her here, though the Bazaar had taught her that beauty truly was in the eye of the beholder.<br><br>Tonight, she wore the outfit that she usually wore when the desire she felt, the need to catch the eye, to be looked at, wanted, desired, touched, was unfeigned, even in the smallest degree.&nbsp; It was a corset of her favorite colors, over lace that covered her backside and hips. Garters, stockings, and heels far higher than she'd ever worn before the bazaar were the whole of the costume.&nbsp; Her hair was worn down, and if it was not long as some, it was thick and black as a raven's wing, shining with hints of indigo and blue beneath the lights.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was an outfit that invited exploration, and tonight ... tonight that was what Chantal wanted.<br><br>Around her neck was a shiny black ribbon, fastened with an old fashioned piece of jewelry, complete with a large amethyst the same color as her corset.&nbsp; Chantal loved gems that glittered and shone in the light, and the clients who brought her such gifts, whether the stones were precious or only pretty, often won her passions in truth, and there were some who cared about such things.<br><br>For a long moment, she stared into the mirror, her fingers stroking the raven feather fetish that was held in a slender vase beside the mirror.&nbsp; Her nails were long, strong, and perfectly lacquered with black polish, as were her toes, though those were encased in her violet toned heels.&nbsp; Her legs were slender but strong, dancer's legs, she had been told, though they had been toned more by labor than dancing before she came here.&nbsp; The dances here were strange, but she loved to dance -- from the stately waltz to those dances which were as much foreplay as a dance.&nbsp; Perhaps tonight ...<br><br>But it did little good to wonder.&nbsp; Far better to finish her preparations and present herself, and see what the loa had in store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 🎩 One-Night Bride - Dressing Room (Bride/Groom Lounge)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>21-04-2017, 05:25:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6a/ONB_-_Wyatt_-_Andrea.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:&nbsp; Andrea Follete (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13135651#msg13135651)</strong><br><br><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br><br><strong>Situation:</strong>&nbsp; Showering and getting dressed<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chantal or open<br><br><strong>Content Warning:</strong> <em>None</em><br><br>Andrea entered the dressing room in a gray tank top, blue shorts and her cross trainers, one of the few times anyone ever saw her without the high heels she was so synonymous with.&nbsp; One of the more humorous skills she could out on a resume was the ability to run at nearly full speed in four inch heels without breaking her neck, an ankle or a heel on her shoes.&nbsp; Still, working out demanded more practical wear and she liked to tone limber up prior to taking time out in the House.&nbsp; Still feeling the rush and glow that the exercise endorphins bestowed upon her, she grabbed a towel and her thong, choosing a playfully lacy pink pair of panties that matched her somewhat whimsical mood that evening, then made her way into the showers and quickly washed away the perspiration her efforts in the gym and out on the track had earned her.<br><br>This was a fast shower, one to simply get clean, not the bath she had taken earlier in water graced with oils, minerals and emollients that left her hair and skin so fabulously soft and almost shimmering.&nbsp; After washing and drying off, she slipped on the panties and strode out into her own dressing area with only the towel draped over her shoulders covering her breasts, more out of practicality and habit than modesty.&nbsp; Her dressing area was neat, a bit eclectic and filled with long, form fitting dresses and gowns that, like Chantal who was getting dressed across the room, strongly favored bold and deep colors, and abhorred pastels and faded hues that neither complemented nor complimented her platinum blonde locks and skin tone.<br><br>Moving as she always did, with the athletic grace and measured, precise steps and motions, Andrea was told by many that she had a feline quality about her.&nbsp; Not like some of the cat-related races that visited or worked at the House, and certainly not like a housecat, but something more sleek, long and deadly beautiful, something very much like a cheetah.&nbsp; She quickly chose from her three favorite hues, four if one counted the black dress she favored for certain clients, but tonight she was not yet booked and so her choices were a deep sapphire blue, a shimmering forest green and red, the reddest of reds, a dress cut to show off her shape, her curves and lines and the arcs between them, to their fullest effect.<br><br>Red it was, with nude stockings, red heels, her white gold cheetah necklace and medallion and matching earrings.&nbsp; She sat and began to work on her hair after giving Chantal a smile and friendly wave, reading a novel she was half-way through on her E-book display, one she could operate with her voice as her hands were busy styling her hair and applying her makeup.&nbsp; The book she was reading at the moment was a farcical sort of murder mystery, one told from within the mind of the narrator, whom Andrea had already guessed was one of several personalities possessed by the murderer himself.<br><br>She was quick, yet precise, methodical and a bit perfectionist about everything.&nbsp; While some would look at Andrea’s stunning and almost aggressive form and figure and think she had an almost feral sensuality to her, that was more truly her imaginative and sexually adventurous mind and imagination showing though in her eyes and in the way she seemed to quietly wait and choose her prey, er, client for the evening.&nbsp; More than anything, Andrea believed that the most critical and powerful sexual organ any man, woman, being or creature of any sort possessed was indeed their brain.&nbsp; Seduce that, she knew, and the body always followed with such effortless ease.<br><br>--------<br><br>A short time later Andrea was dressed and ready, heading off to the Great Room to see and learn what adventures and challenges awaited she and the other Courtesans that night...((To the Great Room))
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