A slender, slightly-built woman staggered into the Sorting Room on high-heeled boots, emerging from a cloud of smoke, the kind a fog machine might make, stage-smoke. Wild eyes peered from garish pools of makeup, darting confused glances here and there. Hedwig Robinson tugged at the hems of her cutoffs and smoothed sweaty palms along her gleaming
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"I'll take the kiss, if you don't mind," she purred.
((Up for some hawt transvestite-on-dominatrix action? XD))
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"Give me some sugar," she cooed.
She was mindful of the woman's hands. She'd be ready to dodge if claws went for her eyes!
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"You got it."
It was one hand, and it was going for the back of the neck to draw Hedwig down into kissing range. She leaned up and put her mouth to Hedwig's, and kissed her quite thoroughly before stepping away.
"Now that was a fine bribe," she purred. "What vote would you like me to give you, dear?"
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Hedwig, no mean kisser herself, only hoped her lipstick hadn't been too badly smudged. Thankfully, her cosmetics case had just clattered through whatever portal she and then her wigs had been flung. She could do a few quick repairs if she needed.
"I grew up in East Berlin. Democracy does not come naturally to me." Hmm, did she still have all her band members' passports on her? "Vote, schmote, put me up wherever there's a soft bed and a softer touch."
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