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I'm a very open-minded RPer who likes to try new things! Feel free to come to me with any idea on your mind. I'll never judge you, so what do you have to lose? I mostly stick to male characters, though I'm open to playing as a trap. I'm open to my partner playing a normal woman, futa or trap. I am a switch, which means that I enjoy both dominating and being dominated. I will say though that I strongly prefer playing submissive roles and that can be considered my natural state. I'm still exploring my submissive side and so practically anything is fair game if we're doing femdom, from gentle to rough to weird. Let's experiment! T1 point
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Unfortunately I am not much into futas, but still thank you for your interest1 point
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Fausta felt the spot next to her sink when Alphonso moved closer, causing her to lean into him a bit more. His question did leave her fumbling for the right words. It was a decent inquiry- even her own mother wasn't married when she was conceived. Her cheeks heated up in that way when she didn't know what to say. Her skin tingled at his touch. She and Alphonso, despite their more familial dynamic, had always had a bit of an odd relationship. He'd watched her grow, and yet, there were countless times when they've found themselves in eachothers company. He always mentioned how much she looked like her mother. Perhaps it was the reason why he wa1 point
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Companions then. That makes sense. Wait. "I might have their term wrong. I had always thought it was used by Humans to say friends, but friends who had sex on the side. Or is there another one for that? Would that be companions?" So they didn't have a romantic interest shared between them. Did they have anything of that sort? Perhaps they didn't! One thing was for certain: Yshea hadn't spent enough time around Humans to learn all the nuances of their ways. That was dangerous. She would need to start hanging out with them more. But then that also increased her risk of being discovered! It really was quite the balancing act. As M1 point
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Good. You should be sorry. Melba brushed her hair back over her shoulder. All in all, she could say that the goblin wasn't all that bad. But she wasn't going to be gentle with the girl. It simply wasn't an option. This was as much as she could manage as far as niceties went. "Rowan and I are...companions. I believe 'lovers' indicates that there is a romantic element to all that, yes?" She chuckled as she walked over to the tree where her bag rested. A relaxed sigh left her lips as she sat on one of the raised roots. The changeling rummaged through her little bag and pulled out an even smaller pouch of cured meat. She looked up at Yshea a1 point
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Alphonso kept an arm strongly wrapped around Fausta's waist, as she was changing out of her shoes. "Leave it to me, I will take care of it. Only focus on the prayers and other things dear." He said reassuringly as a maid approached him with a pot to wash his hands. He waited until Fausta was done with her shoes then he approached his hands, rinsing them with water and splashing some of the water on his face. While drying his hands, Alphonso followed the high priestess to her room. It's been a while he had entered this room. A smell of nostalgia took over his senses, reminding him of the steamy hours he had spent with the priestess here,1 point
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[Continued from the streets] "Hundreds? Really?" Alphonso acted surprised. Fausta hadn't changed even a little bit since she was a little girl. At least she hadn't around him. He pulled her a little closer to his chest as she leaned towards him. "Don't worry the dogs won't bother you, I will keep them away from the church" he added with a slight chuckle. They were pacing through the street rather casually, as if they were just some ordinary people. "It indeed is to my eyes, you shouldn't skip your meals dear, maintaining the church isn't an easy task." He said before pausing. He seemed to be thinking about the intentions a little. T1 point
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Indra's eyes widened a little, as well as his smile. He did not expect Lady Fausta to invite him into the church again right away, but he was excited and happy. "Please don't embarrass me, the church was never shabby." Indra said, looking down with a coy smile. "I shall move in by this evening, Lady Fausta; I just need to bring my closet and some other things from home." It had become a habit for Indra to watch over Fausta like a guardian angel, for how they grew up together. The fact he was getting the opportunity to watch over her like old days really made him pleased and he was really looking forward to it. "Come with you? Um, well..1 point
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"That's how I remember you," Indra said with the soft smile still hanging on his expression, "Nothing ever could tire out your mind early enough, for your eyes to rest properly. But I can't help worrying for you Lady Fausta." Indra sounded genuinely concerned, his eyes were still at the back of her head, then slid down along the bends of her navy blue cloak; as she was saying her prayers. "Perhaps, I should move back into the church. I could give you a reason to come to bed earlier," The smile slowly turned into a smirk as Indra folded his arm against his chest; waiting for Fausta to finish her prayers.1 point
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Indra was familiar with Fausta's such behaviors, he felt her presence in the hall but he continued with the prayers. Once he was done, he slowly opened his eyes, and found himself under Fausta's cloak. A soft smile curved up on his lips as he turned around to face her, "Good morning, Lady Fausta, did you sleep well?" he said with a gentle tone, resting one hand on her waist while gently touching her cheek with the back of the wrist of the other hand. His hues silently roamed around Fausta's face, until coming still on hers, "Let me assume, you slept late last night again?" Indra said, gently caressing down from her cheek to her chin with the1 point
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Indra glanced at his pocket watch, it was still half an hour until dawn. Sliding the watch under his waist band he looked at the mirror again, putting on his black robe. From head to toe, Indra's clothing did not have any little stain of dirt, or any purls; yet still, he turned around to check his back while fixing the braces of the long sleeves of his robe right above his wrists. The luxurious art of the Goddess Leto sewn into the braces and the front of his vest reflected his appreciation for finer things in life, especially fancy clothes. With an everlasting frown hanging on his lips, he turned towards the mirror again. Being satisfied wit1 point
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