A Picked Rose - F I V E

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Who: Paola and Abel! :D
Where: Abel's cottage, #22 in Espior.
Style: Third, I guess.
Status: Closed like a mother

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The courtesan is slightly-- No, extremely uncomfortable to have her breasts so bare against the soft fabric. That and it was pretty cold outside, not that you needed a weather channel to find that out now. She could tell that he already knew the situation under the mocha turtleneck but there was not much she could do but bear with it.

Paola did not know Abel owned dogs. She assumed he lived alone. "I have brought you the dress." She said, gesturing toward the ripped fabric.

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She noted the dogs but she had never seen them owned by anyone so common. "Where did you get these?" Asked she as she set the dress onto a table, gently, as to not do more damage. She then turned to him for answer, her hair still contained in it's metal work whipping as she did so.