Strike A Pose // BYOA

[whipitback]

Ah, this place

Comments

[blondblitzer]

Tidus would be the second player in this game, stepping into the room he was dressed in dark colored clothing that matched her own. Supposedly the duo was going to be photographed together on this little shoot. However there wasn't a photographer in sight. He spied the rather curvy and alluring woman as she sat there and he offered her a bit of a smile. This place sure knew how to pick them.

"Hey there. " Tidus greeted her while trying not to actually stare at her. But that was definitely a difficult task right now.

/hopes LJ is back

[whipitback]

Bayonetta smiled and stood. "Hello yourself." Her voice is low and sultry, as always, extending a hand to her companion. "I'm Bayonetta; might I ask your name?" Unlike the young man, Bayonetta was unashamedly letting her eyes roam up and down his body, judging what she could through the clothes. If the smile on her lips was any indication, she liked what she saw so far.

You aren't the only one. /Kicks LJ

[blondblitzer]

Tidus' smile turned into a bit of a grin as he noticed her appraising him. It wasn't like she was really trying to hide the fact that she was doing so.

"Nice to meet you, Bayonetta." He said as he reached out and took her hand into his, gripping hers with a nice firm grip before he shook it.

"I'm Tidus."

/kicks with

[whipitback]

After the handshake, the witch titled her head, hearing an almost inaudible click from the camera that was set up not too far from the bed. With a hum of curiosity, Bayonetta turned and walked over, hips swaying as she moved. She bent over slightly to examine the device. "A camera with an infrared flash and barely audible capture, set to automatic." She turned her head to look back at Tidus with a grin. "Seems we're left to our own devices for this shoot."

Welp.

[fabscarf]

This wasn't his regular gig, but the journalism scene had been a little scant lately and Luka needed to eat like anyone else. He was checking the film in his camera as he stepped into the room. No pressure, they'd told him, the model knows what she's doing. It'll be easy as long as-

"Oh- FUCK!" Luka went stark white as he finally looked up. "Not you!"

Oh hi bb~ :3

[whipitback]

Bayonetta's grin only grew as the man stepped in. "Why, hello there, Cheshire." She stands and walks to him, closing the distance in a couple of long strides. "Miss me that badly, did you?" She rests a hand on a cocked hip, looking as gorgeous and as much of a tease as ever. The fact Luka was her 'photographer' was something quite amusing.

[psycho_energy]

In steps M. Bison, a man she may or may not remember from one special time Bayonetta had here in damnable Hotel. He was dressed as normal as ever--red uniform that hugged rippling muscles, and a red hat with the symbol emblazed upon it as usual, along with the metal plates he wore on his shins and large forearms. It seemed that even now, he was ready for a fight.

Though when he sees who it is that's been made to wait for him, a smirk of his one crosses handsome (and maybe even devilish) features. As he steps further in, a smaller man with a camera follows.

"I hope you don't mind the extra company, my dear. They won't touch, I assure you."

[whipitback]

Oh, this was a pleasant surprise. Her smile grows as she stands, resting her hands on her hips. "I never object to extra company. It's a delight to see you again, I must admit." Oh, she did indeed remember him; nobody could say her memory was going. She did admit, the memory of him made her all... tingly.

[psycho_energy]

How could it not? After the way he took her, and in so many fun positions..."I was just thinking the same." The dictator replies, the photographer moving a bit more out to the side of the pair as he stops a short foot away from her, getting an up close and giving his obvious approval as he looks her up and down.

"A figure that begs to be ravished, if ever there were one."

[whipitback]

There's a small chuckle from the witch, hooking her thumbs in the straps of her dress. "So glad we're on the same page." Her voice is a teasing murmur, thumbs pulling the dress down her shoulders slightly. "Shall we begin, then?" She was always eager, especially when her partner was someone as commanding and skilled as Bison.