❝ you want to touch me? ❞ → intro ☪ aphro optional ☪ no event

[spanking_angels]

[ The Witch of Vigrid. A rare and beautiful creature. Deadly grace. She is the Huntress of Angels, the Mother of Women, and the Mistress of Demons. Only the few have ever touched her. Only the few have ever been blessed by the pleasure she brings. This room dares to share her with the profane. This room dares to trap her, like a butterfly in a jar

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[spanking_angels]

"I should be asking you the same thing, darling." The witch replied in her silky, luxurious voice. My, my. Such a lovely woman to grace her. Bayonetta's pale eyes looked the woman up and down, examining her.

"I am Bayonetta."

[spanking_angels]

"I'm a witch, darling." Nationality means nothing to Bayonetta. She places her hands on her shapely hips, her eyes shifting to gaze at the room. How quaint. She arches a slender brow just slightly.

"Yes, I'm afraid I just stumbled upon this cozy little hamlet. Upon which I found a rather scandalous next to the bed. Rather rude to proposition a lady so bluntly."

[red_army_btrfly]

A bit of steam escaped as the bathroom door opened and Butterfly emerged, a towel wrapped around her. She started when she realized her room was suddenly occupied, one arm coming up automatically to make sure the towel didn't slip down her chest - though it didn't come very low over her hips, just barely covering her.

"Pardon me. I didn't realize this room was occupied," she remarked sarcastically. Perhaps a bit mean, but she was rattled.

[spanking_angels]

Well. Such sarcasm is not becoming of a lady. And certainly not winning any points over the Witch. She turns around to look at her, her pale eyes examining her.

"And to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with, hmn? Such a charming girl ought to have a name."

[red_army_btrfly]

"I believe that I should be asking that question, as I am not the one who walked into someone else's room while she was taking a shower." Attractive or not - and the older woman certainly was that - Butterfly really wasn't in the mood to be talked down to. Especially since this would make it rather difficult to put her clothes back on.

[spanking_angels]

The Witch arches an eyebrow at the young woman. Such accusations. such assumptions. Very unbecoming.

"Walk into? If I had known this room was occupied, I would not be here. I just arrived."

Bayonetta tapped her foot. Mind your manners, child. The guns on her heels are not decorative.

[shiningwind]

Fuu returned to her room just in time to notice the beautiful woman there.

"Ah, good day, Miss. I take it you were spirited here?" she asked.

((up for bondage if you want to))

[spanking_angels]

"Indeed I was, child," Bayonetta replied. Such a fair and pretty girl. Innocence radiated from her. Rolled off her shoulders in waves. A nice change.

"And what is your name, my dear?"

[shiningwind]

"Fuu Hououji, at your service," Fuu replied, bowing slightly, smiling placidly. "With whom do I have the pleasure?"

[spanking_angels]

"Bayonetta, my dear. Such a pleasure to meet you as well." Bayonetta's pale lips curl into a small polite smile. "Have you arrived here as well, hmn?"

...first and last time this derp's gonna be here. .w.

[xlillackeykitty]

The last thing he remembered was falling asleep from a sudden influx of brandy and a long night at the writer's desk. There were things to be done, an article to be written and a few photographs to be checked on. Of course, when he opened his eyes, the last thing he expected to see was a room that hardly looked anything like the one he slumped into the night prior. Luka sat up with a slight groan, holding his hand to his head. Yeah, there it was: a stinging headache no doubt caused by the brandy and the few coffees he had to stay up. Clearly, he made no friends with hangovers

liiiiiieessss c:

[spanking_angels]

"To you, everything is my fault, hmn?"

Bayonetta came over, placing her gloved hand on his shoulder. She played with his hair as she bent down to rest her head on his shoulder, her mouth close to his ear. It's been so long since she's seen him. She placed her hand on his cheek, stroking it, petting it.

"I take you also just arrived, hmn?"

8D He's Bayosexual.

[xlillackeykitty]

Already, his heart began to pound in his chest. Some part of him breathed a sigh of relief as he slid his arm around her waist and closed his eyes. Yes, it had been a while and yes, he had missed her. Things had gone quiet since the last time they'd been in each other's company.

Her little comment had the smallest of smug smiles curl on his lips. Ah yes, the familiar old banter coupled with the faint scent of rosemary in the air. It was as if nothing much had changed. "Only because you're the only reason I end up in these messes." he sighed with a tone of mock annoyance as he secured her hand to his cheek, meeting her eyes. "I mean, who else crosses planes and deals with things beyond the understanding of mere mortal men but you?"

best sexual preference ever ;]

[spanking_angels]

She chuckles, a sound as soft as infernal bells. She let's him wrap his around her. She pets and strokes his hair. She missed him. Him and the Unholy Serpent. Those two, she loved them to no end. Loved them, protected them. She missed them. She cradles and holds him as if he was her own child.

"I have my ways, my little wuss puss," she teased. "What have you been up to, hmn?"

[pumpactions]

[ Brief was almost as familiar with angels as Bayonetta was, and probably knew them far more personally than she herself would ever care to. He almost doesn't notice her there amidst the exotic decor of the room in his eagerness to reach the door, already dreading what she knows- that it is completely locked. ]

[spanking_angels]

[ Right you are on both accounts, boyo. So enjoy the witch telling you what you already know: ]

The door is locked, child.

[pumpactions]

L-L-Locked?!

[ he was locked in here with this pretty older woman, a-and-- ]

M-Maybe I can try and pick the lock.. u-um...

[spanking_angels]

[ Such a poor simple minded child. Bayonetta watched him try and pick the lock. She tossed the note that was found on her nightstand to the child, hitting him in the head. ]

Picking it won't work either.