[Thread] Blind date #2
Who: Larxene (larandorder) and EVA (edenoutcast)
Where: Sextasy Nightclub.
When: Close to midnight, 17th of December
Summary: Two perfectly honest women with no ulterior motives in mind meet. Nothing can go wrong, right?
Rating: T for now.
Other:
Larxene wasn’t exactly the type to give up on something just because the first foray into the field didn’t give her exactly what she wanted. The kind of toy she was looking for wasn’t just going to magically appear before her at the snap of a finger. She knew that much. Her problem was just that she was being reduced to this tedious form of window-shopping in her quest to find one.
She was supposed to meet today’s candidate at the Sextasy nightclub. The form that had dropped into her inbox was interesting to say the least; it gave her the image of a strong-spirited woman with more than just a few weak spots to exploit, the kind that in the best of worlds could last you a lifetime before they were reduced to a useless, broken state. Perhaps a bit too good, but everyone (especially herself) tended to lie in these forms anyway. At any rate, this person didn’t seem like someone she’d have to work too hard on to get to the core with, but she was assuming some mild sex appeal would help; a black sleeveless shirt cut off a bit above the waistline just about high enough to reveal her bellybutton, dark pants that were about one size too small, army boots and a matching jacket. Not exactly her style, but it tended to help when talking over those with hearts. It wasn’t like force and coercion alone were going to be on the table here, after all. And besides, at a place like this nightclub anything less would probably seem out of place.
When the sadist had arrived, she had been referred to a table that had been reserved for her and her would-be comrade, and beyond that there was just the waiting game to attend to as she sat there and watched the minutes go by in the wait for her date to arrive (having arrived early and all). Hopefully this candidate would be just as promising in person as the application had suggested, although Larxene wasn’t going to allow herself to get her hopes too far up in the sky just yet; optimism clouded judgment, after all. Now if only she’d arrive so that they could get this party starting, then everything would just be lovely.
Where: Sextasy Nightclub.
When: Close to midnight, 17th of December
Summary: Two perfectly honest women with no ulterior motives in mind meet. Nothing can go wrong, right?
Rating: T for now.
Other:
Larxene wasn’t exactly the type to give up on something just because the first foray into the field didn’t give her exactly what she wanted. The kind of toy she was looking for wasn’t just going to magically appear before her at the snap of a finger. She knew that much. Her problem was just that she was being reduced to this tedious form of window-shopping in her quest to find one.
She was supposed to meet today’s candidate at the Sextasy nightclub. The form that had dropped into her inbox was interesting to say the least; it gave her the image of a strong-spirited woman with more than just a few weak spots to exploit, the kind that in the best of worlds could last you a lifetime before they were reduced to a useless, broken state. Perhaps a bit too good, but everyone (especially herself) tended to lie in these forms anyway. At any rate, this person didn’t seem like someone she’d have to work too hard on to get to the core with, but she was assuming some mild sex appeal would help; a black sleeveless shirt cut off a bit above the waistline just about high enough to reveal her bellybutton, dark pants that were about one size too small, army boots and a matching jacket. Not exactly her style, but it tended to help when talking over those with hearts. It wasn’t like force and coercion alone were going to be on the table here, after all. And besides, at a place like this nightclub anything less would probably seem out of place.
When the sadist had arrived, she had been referred to a table that had been reserved for her and her would-be comrade, and beyond that there was just the waiting game to attend to as she sat there and watched the minutes go by in the wait for her date to arrive (having arrived early and all). Hopefully this candidate would be just as promising in person as the application had suggested, although Larxene wasn’t going to allow herself to get her hopes too far up in the sky just yet; optimism clouded judgment, after all. Now if only she’d arrive so that they could get this party starting, then everything would just be lovely.