I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me. ((RP for tm_cable))
Wanda peers into the mirror: dark eyes twinkle back at her behind long lashes, loose curls frame her face. The sheer nightdress colored somewhere between soft pink and deep red clings to her young body, pert breasts peeking through the fabric as she moves. She smiles at the effect, smooths a lock of hair absently as she practices her most seductive expressions.
She has been staying on the island nation as Mr. Summers' guest for about a month and intends to thank him properly before leaving.
Content with her preparations, she slips out of the room and down the darkened hallway. The corridor is silent as night approaches. Wanda knows Cable will be retiring to his room within the half hour; the man is nothing if not consistent. She walks lightly to his living quarters, her approach makes no sound, as if by magic. She creeps silently into the room and wastes no time taking her place in his bed. Pulling the sheets up over her body she makes herself small and lays her head on the pillow to wait his arrival.
She has been staying on the island nation as Mr. Summers' guest for about a month and intends to thank him properly before leaving.
Content with her preparations, she slips out of the room and down the darkened hallway. The corridor is silent as night approaches. Wanda knows Cable will be retiring to his room within the half hour; the man is nothing if not consistent. She walks lightly to his living quarters, her approach makes no sound, as if by magic. She creeps silently into the room and wastes no time taking her place in his bed. Pulling the sheets up over her body she makes herself small and lays her head on the pillow to wait his arrival.