Visting the Dojo
[takes place out of time line. Locked for kirill_72]
Sestra made her way to the Dojo only after getting directions from Kirill. She had called him to let him know she was coming so he could expect her. She had a bag over her shoulder, holding some work out items she might need. She was wearing a black top that clung to her and little shorts. Making her way to the front door, she gave pause, smelling the scents of people having had worked out. Showered possibly. She also could smell cheap perfume, the smell of sex and more.
She was also was nervous. She opened the door, making her way in. She looked about for Kirill, setting her bag down. She walked over to a mirror, looking at herself. She turned around and wondered if this was too tight. She looked about then started stretching. Body bending and reaching in ways that looked sexual but she didn't see them as so. When she heard a noise, she looked up, her head resting upon her leg as she looked over.
Sestra made her way to the Dojo only after getting directions from Kirill. She had called him to let him know she was coming so he could expect her. She had a bag over her shoulder, holding some work out items she might need. She was wearing a black top that clung to her and little shorts. Making her way to the front door, she gave pause, smelling the scents of people having had worked out. Showered possibly. She also could smell cheap perfume, the smell of sex and more.
She was also was nervous. She opened the door, making her way in. She looked about for Kirill, setting her bag down. She walked over to a mirror, looking at herself. She turned around and wondered if this was too tight. She looked about then started stretching. Body bending and reaching in ways that looked sexual but she didn't see them as so. When she heard a noise, she looked up, her head resting upon her leg as she looked over.