It's Shura's birthday, and somehow the Hotel has arranged for a little party in her room. Of course, being a Hotel party, Shura is clad in white lacy stockings, thong and a corset, but for once she doesn't mind. The cake is delicious, and she hopes to get to share it with others. What's a birthday party for one person after all?
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Parties meant food and fun, so what if she had no idea who it was for. So she got inside, took a few bites, and someone closed the lid so the large cake could be wheeled into the room. Black Lady tried unsuccessfully to get out, hampered by the dark and the sudden heat that swelled from the cake. Only when the cake handlers left the room did the top suddenly fly open. Black Lady peeked out, the top of her hair the first thing to rise from the cake followed by a pair of crimson eyes. "Happy birthday?"
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"Um. I mean. Thanks. Cake?" It was damn good cake, everyone should have a slice.
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"Well... Looks like it's just the two of us," she said, reaching out for the cake. "What's your name?"
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"You can do both if you want," she said, leaning forward to give Shura a very clear glimpse down her dress. "I'm not in a mood to argue."
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