IsabellaRose

@LeonaFair - Lea should definitely run into Leigh and get herself invited to the hotel/pet shop. She could get a job and find true love, in one of the other women, a tentacle monster, or someone else who happens to come along!

"Oh no, nothing like that," said Leigh with a smile. "I'm just a guest. My friend Jenny invited me. You probably know who she is. Jenny Jay? The model?" As she waits for Ashley to realize who she's referring to, she puts on a pensive face, as if trying to recollect something. Then she gets an 'a-ha' look and speaks. "Ashley Baxter," said Leigh as if she recognized the name. "Married to William Baxter?" Ashley's husband was famous, the kind of famous that usually made Leigh uncomfortable. The same kind of famous as her friend Jenny Jay, who was the only reason she was even at this party. In fact, if Leigh remembered correctly, which she always did, Jenny had only come to this party in hopes of working on a deal with William Baxter. She was working on expanding her career from just modeling into other fields, including the field that made William famous. "That's him, isn't it?" Leigh pointed back in through the wall of glass that separated them from the party. "Up there on the balcony, talking to... oh, my friend Jenny. That kind of figures. Everyone wants to talk to Jenny." She looks back at Ashley, trying to gauge her reaction. Knowing Jenny, it was highly likely that her flirt game was on full force talking to Baxter, and Leigh was curious to see Ashley's reaction. "I promise, she's harmless. Your husband is safe from her irresistible charms." She laughs then. "It's all for show. Jenny didn't sleep her way to the top, and she's not about to start." She turns back to the railing then, looking out over the pool, the water lit from below casting shimmering reflections around the lush lawn and manicured gardens. She knew Glob was down there in the garden, trying to remain unseen, waiting for her to come down so they could leave. Tentacle monsters were known now on Earth, but still not socially accepted everywhere. In Southeast Asia where their pet store was located, tentacle monsters could wander freely. But the United States was behind the times and still fairly xenophobic. Glob didn't dare come out, especially not out from behind a bush on a celebrity estate. She knew he was waiting, and he probably wanted to go. But there was something about the blonde celebrity wife that made her want to stay. She flashed a surreptitious signal to the bush where she thought Glob was hiding, the sign to head home, she was okay and would find her own way. The tip of a tentacle waved back from a different bush, but she missed the signal. Was that "okay, Glob out", or "No, come now, I need my tentacles in you"? She couldn't be sure. She looked at Ashley, the her smile, wider than any of her other smiles so far, spread wide across her face. "Ever meet a tentacle monster?"

reserved and rigid... am I the librarian?

Why can't I be the pervy aunt who helps you teach everyone to have 'fun'? I don't want to be responsible for keeping you in check

I don't really know how this place would work as a family... does that mean I'm the disowned cousin who's been removed from the will that nobody talks to anymore?

Thank you! Amante's character sheet is up and she has just washed up on shore on the beach.

Amante was conscious of movement, something shifting her body forward and back, forward and back, a gentle rocking motion that seemed almost comforting. It was as if she were dreaming of a comfortable place to rest, someplace warm and... wet? She was soaked, practically water-logged. Her legs felt heavy. She couldn't even move them. Now that she realized it, her arms felt heavy, too. She was so heavy, so tired, so... She coughed. She hacked. She pushed herself up on weary arms, fingers sinking into wet sand, water sputtering from her mouth, hair hanging wet in her face, filled with seaweed and coarse sand, her entire body coated in tiny granules of grit, wet things clinging to her body, more seaweed? Another wave splashed up over her face, filling her mouth with more salty water. It made her cough more, her lungs still trying to work as saltwater shot into her mouth, out her nose, filling her existence with its stinging presence. She crawled a few short yards up the beach and then collapsed, naked and barely conscious. Where was she? Why was she still alive?

Name: Amante Maritriza Vitima Age: 482 (appears to be in her late teens or early twenties) Gender: Female Species: appears human. Origin: Amante does not know the name of the place where she was created, and refers to it only as "home." Height: 5' 6" Weight: 115 lbs. Eye Colour: blue (defaults to blue, but varies, see Shape Shifting under abilities/powers) Hair Colour: brown (defaults to brown, but varies, see Shape Shifting under abilities/powers) Physical Description: Amante appears as a lithe yet voluptuous young woman, with a tiny waist, curvy hips, perfectly shaped breasts, and long toned arms and legs. She is classically beautiful, but upon seeing her for the first time, your vision blurs and when she comes back into focus she seems even more attractive than you initially thought. Sexual Orientation: Pansexual (Amante is attracted to anyone or anything that is attracted to her) Turn ons: (see Reciprocal Arousal under abilities/powers) Breast Size: C cup (defaults to C cup, but varies, see Shape Shifting under abilities/powers) Sensitivity: Exceptionally high everywhere to even the slightest touch (she was created to be a sex doll, and so her sensitivity and ability to be aroused are tweaked to the highet degree, making her easily and almost instantly susceptible to any attempts to arouse her. See also Reciprocal Arousal under abilites/powers) Abilities/Powers: Shape Shifting: Amante can change her appearance to use a portion of or the entire appearance of any of the ninety-nine original individuals from which she was created. She can change her facial features, height, and body shape as well. These changes are often subtle and nearly imperceptible, a slight increase in the fullness of her lips, her eyes appearing more almond-shaped, her hair appearing longer or shorter. She has no conscious control over her shape-shifting. Her appearance only changes when it would make her more attractive to the person she is with. Attractive Appearance: Amante is designed to appear to each person in a form to which they are most attracted. Reciprocal Arousal: If someone near her is aroused, she becomes aroused as well. If she is the cause of this arousal, she responds to it in kind. Her own excitement increases with that of her partner, though hers will likely continue even if the partner loses theirs. Impervious to Permanent Damage and Death: Amante cannot be permanently marked or maimed, or even killed. Over the past several hundred years she has been tortured, lacerated, stabbed, shot, boiled alive, impaled, drawn and quartered, skinned, beheaded, burned alive in a lava flow, dissolved in acid, had all of her internal organs removed, had her skin flayed from her body, and been disintegrated. Several hours later she awakes near where she was apparently slain as good as new without a mark on her. Tattoos and scars are similarly impermanent for her. When she is tattooed, it disappears within several hours. Scars fade over a period of several hours. Restrictions: Amante cannot deny a request provided it will enhance the pleasure of another. There are some exceptions, most notably that she will not cause physical harm to come to any living thing. She seems to forget sexual encounters, and always acts innocent as if she had no idea of her own past. Skills: Amante has skills as a lover rivaled by only the most experienced and expensive courtesans and concubines. Some possible appearances

"Oogie," Jenny said, smiling endearingly, her expression becoming confused as he handed her cauliflower. "Thank you." She took the offered bunch of cauliflower, oddly wrapped as if they were flowers... ohhhh, she thought to herself. The language barrier. Of course. He must think these were flowers because of the name. Her smile which had faltered when presented with a vegetable returned full force. As a professional model, Jenny had developed certain expressions for certain ocassions. After watching a comedy from the classic era of American cinema, Zoolander, she had decided to name her looks like the main character had done. She had fifteen different smiles for different ocassions. For this particular ocassion, she flashed her teeth in an alluring, grateful smile she called Girl Next Door. "You are so sweet, Oogie," she said. "How did you know I love cauliflower?" She eyed his tentacles. They were the kind of skillful, smooth, amazing things she had hoped to find when she came here. Thinking of those tentacles on her, wrapping her up, and invading her private parts made her blush slightly, but she tried to recover. She wondered if this was the tentacle monster for her? How could she tell? He didn't have the typical human reactions. This was all so new and confusing. She decided if it was confusing for her, it was probably also confusing for him. Better to just be out in the open with things. She flashed the smile she called Mona Lisa at him, the enigmatic smile that should fill someone with wonder at her intent, and said, "Oogie, do you feel like getting out of here? Perhaps see the city, or explore the hotel, just the two of us?"

Leigh Collier was new to the rich and famous lifestyle, and in truth was still riding the coattails of her friend, Jenny Jay. Jenny was a world famous supermodel and everyone knew her. Leigh was the proprietor of a "pet shop" that was barely a cover for what was essentially an intergalactic whore house. She did not belong here with the celebrity elite, but here she was, at Jenny's insistence. Jenny who was chatting with Johnny Moviestar or whatever his name was and had left her to fend off two wrinkly old men who probably thought she was an aspiring starlet and would sleep with them for a shot at super-stardom. She had feigned illness and made her way out here to the balcony, snagging a champagne flute off a passing servers' tray on her way outside. She leaned against the railing, the too tight, too short dress hiking up her thighs as she took a long drink from the glass. She glanced sideways at the bombshell beside her, blonde and curvy and definitely rich. The dress alone would cost more than a month of Leigh's salary. Still, she looked less than thrilled to be here, so not an up and comer. Perhaps a bored studio exec? A spouse? "You look as excited to be here as I feel," she said, attempting to break the ice. She smiled at the blonde and turned to hold out one hand. "I'm Leigh. Leigh Collier."

aaaggghhh!! I'm doing it wrong! It's the last letter of the previous post. Original post rules trump anyone changing them later. In which case, your Riga, Estonia is correct, and I'll follow up with Aberdeen, Scotland

Wow. That's dark. Probably not. I mean. My favorite hentai, sure, but not the ubermaxgrimdark version of it. Would you push the button to save the life of someone you knew was destined to save millions of lives if you knew s/he was also going to be responsible for the death of you entire family?

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