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Feels like Charlotte would be the target if she's trying to stop the fight. I'm going to wait to see if Velvet wants to do something, because she has that reply from Mr. Ascars still dangling. If not, then Robin will likely follow the crowd, see it's Charlotte (who has been missing for a couple days while she was at Billy's cabin), and rush up to join Selene in trying to stop things.

I don't mind waiting for Velvet and Robin to get in on things. As for Selene I'm trying to decide exactly what she might do in this situation. I suppose if she tries to intervene and put herself into things it would be counted as Shut Down? But then I wonder who it would target.

I', going to hold off on replying to let Velvet, Robin and Selene weigh in on this disaster.

Wait, were they law enforcement after all? Damn it. She still could not hear everything, or remember if she knew the man casually, but they clearly had another interest in this man. She was a punk, a street criminal, she was quite familiar with sneaking things into hands of people who were not supposed to see it. But motives for that varied, was he involved in her sort of life or closer to what those two May have been after all? She was tempted to sneak off, but she had gone too far and she was still not certain what these two were or what they were really up to. Better to stick around for the moment, though now she wondered whether she

If I weren't a professional I'd probably get wet thinking about what could happen in the moment here. But I am a professional. Even professionals could get aroused, she figured. That was the only excuse for her own current arousal, enough that it gave the thin curve of her mound only the faintest pink flustering and only a miniscule hint of moisture. Her face was only heated from embarrassment. It wasn't the thoughts of what they could be doing in the moment, of what Dalton might have done had he lacked willpower. He was also a professional, after all. Professionals didn't fumble into those sorts of traps! "A public figure" she whis

'Hm, maybe we got off on the wrong foot because she was drunk... I'll apologize to Ryoko when Evi's mission is done.' Dalton assured himself inwardly as Ryoko seemed to catch his look and almost threatened to pull something else down. Damn it, why did such a nice dance have to be happening while he was trying to help Evi with her work?! ... No, this was more important, making sure the catgirl got what she needed to further the case she was hired on. Just because this club openly welcomed all forms of decadence within reason didn't mean he could shirk his responsibilities as an agent of law enforcement, even if he wasn't true police... N

Sounds good! I'll hold off then and at least let Velvet get a reply in first!

Captain Magda Payarkoon loved her comrades. She loved each of them in the deeply human way revolutionaries who shared hopeful visions and lives of struggle and privation to realize those visions often do. She loved each the men and women who fought beside and for her, often in a slightly maternal way, individually and collectively. They were a chosen community that had become an adoptive family. As Magda slid her willfully bound arms down Emily's cybernetic legs, she felt herself cross a threshold. She loved Emily for giving her this. For letting her not be in charge. She loved Emily for taking charge of her. Yielding to her was a divine

Willing to be a submissive for ya!

What to do? They had little to lose, this was their best chance of finding a better solution. If it worked. Some sort of miracle maybe? Some sort of deal? Could they get something? It was maybe worth trying. If the one was willing to help once, maybe he could again. Or maybe the Demi-god ancestor and founder of the temple would help. She decided to be a little bolder (You been watching me for a while? Friend of Alexandrine, sister of your descendant Hikaru’s wife. These guys have done a good job of keeping the temple going. But this isn’t about me. Shinigami over there, not sure exactly what she is, but she is not a demon. Tryin

Mitsuko followed closely to her friend and, like a guest to someone's home, she simply did the same as Jumi did. Shinigami, for herself, leaned against a wall and observed quietly, not judging or anything. Only a glimpse of curiosity shone in her eyes, wondering what this would be about. Once Umi came closer to offer advice, Mitsuko listened carefully. Honest prayers... She was free to ask for anything, even if it might not bring any answers. She was not sure if she could see it like making a wish but gods probably did not work like that. There was much that she could pray for, if she were to do that. Her life was changing but so was her safe

And post in. :3 Dalton's probably going to be confused about what kind of infidelity case involves showing papers and flash drives to other people ... Unless its blackmail material... <.<

Annabelle was on fire. No, she was fire. As her mentor caressed her hips and over her ribs with those beautiful hands, still slightly tacky from the sugar and dough she'd been working with only moments before, Annabelle felt the echoing rush of the two inexplicably swift orgasms she'd received in less time than it took to roll out a tray of bagels. The sensation of Miss Elizabeth's tongue gliding up between her folds, curling as it pushed hard to seek after her retreating clit, drew a panting shiver from the younger woman, and Annabelle's lips parted in a cracked whimper as her hips squirmed and she tried to keep her trembling knees apart. Mi

Heh. : p Glad to see the main bar and dance floor topic pick up again! Picked up a new game today (which I should have gotten last month, but this month is closer to something else), but I'll get my post in again before I start to sink my teeth into it.

The DJ barely registered what was happening as his attention split between the shouting on the dance floor and Dylan's wrapped hand sliding the little baggy of X into his palm. But before they turned away, Dylan was rewarded with a nod and the sight of the DJ's phone rising to join the digital wildfire of recording devices coming out all around Charlotte and Selene. "Whoa!" "Stop!" "Wait, are they fighting?" "Who's fighting?" "I can't see!" The music cut. And the chorus of voices around the trio were swallowed by gasps and approving cries for blood as Dylan shoved Charlotte, the Hollow's challenge cutting through the din as the pu

What exactly would happen, if anything? Jumi had to wonder. In theory they were going to possibly get answers response from a god or something close to it. Would they offer advice? Potentially offer their power to help in some way? If they did what were they capable of and willing to offer. If it worked, this was likely their best chance at a real solution. But Jumi was unsure what to expect. Apparently these gods usually stayed out of things like that Athena apparently chose to do. Had this Vanorus done anything after giving that woman a semi-divine child? A child that remained the source of his descendants’ power? She walked

Recordings, reviews. Probably better Ryoko had run off, got at least temporarily saved from that. As for Dai, well in most cases it probably was not a big deal. It was not exactly a secret what happened here or that the place existed. The only complication would be if he was caught with the wrong sort of woman on camera. Nobody would care if it was some random woman, or if it was with ‘Honeyfluff’ herself, though some could be more complicated. Ryoko herself would not be the best person to be ‘on camera’ with. Some others too, and sometimes you did not actually know if a partner was one of those people until it was over. With some peo

Kari garbed the sugar cubes that were in a elegant dish putting it on the table in front of him as well as pure honey for herself. She sat down looking into her cup for a moment before looking at him. "I haven't given it much thought actually. I'm good with plants and herbs as you saw. I'm also good with organization and writing. But sadly I wouldn't have the money for college and I wouldn't even know where to start." She said looking into his eyes. She could tell he wasn't much of talker but she would take it slow. "So what do you do as a job I mean besides well....you know being a knight?"

I could go either way but I lean more into the dominant role usually.