Fuu took her time, reading the poem on each door, and weighed her options.
For starters the third poem only mentioned men, meaning choosing its door was a waste of time for her. The two remaining poems spoke to different sides of her, one to the budding submissive, the other to the loving nurturer. Hmm, which to choose...
...well, she might as well go for a fellow lover of tea. She took the onyx key to open its door, entering cautiously yet without fear.
((Getting bound, drugged, hypnotized... Fuu is cool with it all.))
The room of deep blues and blacks would greet Fuu, a welcome change from all the red, certainly. What was perhaps the most off thing about the room was at the same time the most normal: a blonde young woman in a robe, sitting at a table, having a cup of tea. As the other blonde girl enters, she looks up, surprise on her face. "Oh, goodness... I wasn't expecting you for another hour." She stood, smiling. "You have my utmost apologies, miss."
Fuu gave the young woman a friendly smile. "I should apologize as well, I found my way here earlier than expected." She took the fellow blonde in, a figure of graceful beauty that seemed to go against the poem's description. "Perhaps we could get to know each other a bit before it's time? My name is Hououji Fuu," she bowed as she said this. "What might yours be, Miss?"
Still all smiles, the blonde bowed as well. "I am Shirayuri Kumi. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, sit and have some tea with me." She pulled out a chair for her guest, playing her game already, even if Fuu didn't realize it. The tea was a special blend, meant to heighten arousal and sensitivity, while at the same time making the mind more willing too be bent and manipulated. Kumi was fully planning to enjoy her guest. But naturally, the effects would all be temporary, and Fuu would have a clear memory of everything, once they were through.
"Likewise, Kumi-san, and I would be delighted." Fuu took the offered seat, and took a sip from the tea as soon as Kumi sat back down. The tea tasted rather sweet.
"An interesting blend... where did you acquire it, Kumi-san?" she asked. Just one sip wasn't enough for it to take effect, but she was going to finish it eventually - she knew what she was getting into, after all.
Kumi smiled pleasantly as she stirred her own. "I made it myself. Making tea is a bit of a hobby for me. Tell me about yourself, Fuu. I'm always intrigued by the pasts of my clients."
"Then I must commend you for such a fine brew," Fuu smiled as she took another sip. "Well, I'm fond of preparing tea myself, as well as enjoying a good book. Also, though I get along well with my classmates, my two best friends hail from other schools - I always found it a curious turn of fate, that."
Fuu was starting to feel... well, her body felt warmer, and her mind slightly clearer. She guessed that if she felt more like this, she would become more receptive to anything. She took another sip, figuring Kumi wouldn't start in earnest until her tea was done - the fellow blonde didn't seem someone to do things by half-measures.
"Ah, I remember my school days... You should treasure them; they go by far too fast." Kumi smiled as she took a sip of her own, untainted tea. It was too early for Fuu to start forgetting things, but a few more sips and a little bit more time would change that. "What kind of novels do you enjoy?"
"They certainly do," Fuu nodded as she took another sip. "I tend to prefer fantasy or romance, though I don't often like when those two genres mix."
"What about you, Kumi-san? Do you have any pastimes besides brewing interesting tea blends?" Fuu asked, taking another sip. Hmm, Kumi's voice and features seemed more defined than their admittedly dull surroundings...
"Ah, I have my own pastimes, and though reading sometimes tickles my fancy... I'm a bit of a workaholic." She giggles, watching Fuu drink her tea. Just a bit more, and they'd be all set. Her own teacup was empty, drained of its non-tainted brew.
Fuu nodded, taking in everything Kumi said, the light giggling... Fuu had to admit this was a good mix - too bad she didn't go for drugging prospective partners...
...and she jumped off that trail of thought to focusing on Kumi again. As previously stated, a potent brew. "It's good to be dedicated," Fuu commented, before finishing her tea. While an outside observer might not notice much amiss beyond a light rouging of the cheeks, Fuu could already sense any thought not related to the beauty in front of her was becoming too clouded to consider.
"It really is! I'm so glad you agree." She stood up, moving to an area behind Fuu. "Two things, lovely... I want you stripped down completely, and I was wondering if you could tell me your name again." The first request, Fuu couldn't refuse. As for the second, well... If the tea was brewed right, little things like that may not come to her.
Fuu felt an odd fluttering at being called lovely and was quick to stand up and start undressing. She didn't see any reason not to do as Kumi said, after all. As for the second request...
...she was drawing a blank. On one hand, Kumi was requesting it, if less intensely, so she should tell her. On the other... she couldn't remember her name. Maybe if she mentally replayed their conversation from the moment she had enterd the room?
...no, she couldn't recall which name she had given. She had given her name, because it's the polite thing to do to a hostess, especially one as beautiful as Kumi, but she couldn't recall what it was.
Having finished stripping as her mind had found no results in the available memories, she replied sheepishly. "Ah... I'm afraid I can't recall it, Kumi-san."
Kumi just smiled as she stepped out of her robe, clad in her black leather outfit that always hugged her body in just the right spots. "Oh, that's fine, sweetie. You won't have to worry about silly things like that, here." She stepped close and tilted Fuu's chin upward, giving the other blonde a deep, possessive kiss. Her goal was to have this girl completely sated and unable to think about anything from before by the end of the night, if only for a small while.
Fuu stared at Kumi, at how much sexier she looked with that outfit. Her words assured her, and the kiss made a good job of convincing her. Melting into it, Fuu lightly parted her lips. If Kumi wanted to claim her, she was more than welcome.
Kumi slowly ran her hands down Fuu's body, groping and fondling here and there as she went. She had undressed so willingly; that tea of hers really did work wonders. Slowly, Kumi pulled away, her gloved fingers finding the other blonde's slit, sliding up and down. "Mm, I want you to show this to me, lovely. Get on the bed, on your back, and spread your cute little thighs for me."
For starters the third poem only mentioned men, meaning choosing its door was a waste of time for her. The two remaining poems spoke to different sides of her, one to the budding submissive, the other to the loving nurturer. Hmm, which to choose...
...well, she might as well go for a fellow lover of tea. She took the onyx key to open its door, entering cautiously yet without fear.
((Getting bound, drugged, hypnotized... Fuu is cool with it all.))
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"An interesting blend... where did you acquire it, Kumi-san?" she asked. Just one sip wasn't enough for it to take effect, but she was going to finish it eventually - she knew what she was getting into, after all.
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Fuu was starting to feel... well, her body felt warmer, and her mind slightly clearer. She guessed that if she felt more like this, she would become more receptive to anything. She took another sip, figuring Kumi wouldn't start in earnest until her tea was done - the fellow blonde didn't seem someone to do things by half-measures.
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"What about you, Kumi-san? Do you have any pastimes besides brewing interesting tea blends?" Fuu asked, taking another sip. Hmm, Kumi's voice and features seemed more defined than their admittedly dull surroundings...
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...and she jumped off that trail of thought to focusing on Kumi again. As previously stated, a potent brew. "It's good to be dedicated," Fuu commented, before finishing her tea. While an outside observer might not notice much amiss beyond a light rouging of the cheeks, Fuu could already sense any thought not related to the beauty in front of her was becoming too clouded to consider.
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...she was drawing a blank. On one hand, Kumi was requesting it, if less intensely, so she should tell her. On the other... she couldn't remember her name. Maybe if she mentally replayed their conversation from the moment she had enterd the room?
...no, she couldn't recall which name she had given. She had given her name, because it's the polite thing to do to a hostess, especially one as beautiful as Kumi, but she couldn't recall what it was.
Having finished stripping as her mind had found no results in the available memories, she replied sheepishly. "Ah... I'm afraid I can't recall it, Kumi-san."
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