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estdeus_innobisSaturday, October 31st
Evening
The Home of Alessandra Ferdis
The last few days have been, at best, a blur of activity and I can't say that it's left me in the best of spirits. Party planning is always a chore, even a gathering as small as this, and I suppose it's the price to be paid - blood, sweat, and countless hours spent hunched over fabric - for an evening of excitement. Alessandra has been more than accommodating, as I've measured, decorated, and almost completely reordered most of her house. It will take some time, tomorrow once the festivities are well over, to put things back to sorts, but I've already hired hands to assist in that.
That is one benefit of living in Excolo, there is never a shortage of strong backs willing to do a bit of labor for good pay, and in a matter of days the entire place has been transformed into something resembling a fitting locale. The walls have been covered with lush fabrics, the garden littered with a multitude of hanging lights, and the main room leading to the back cleared for the guests. After that, it's only been a matter of setting up the refreshments, finding a suitable place for the music, and dimming the lights.
I could kill myself over the details of course, it's in my nature, and so as soon as things are well in hand, I retire to the upstairs guest suite to dress. It's a simple design, more a personal amusement than anything else, and I doubt anyone will get the joke. Those always are the best sorts of fun, though, the personal chuckles that are mine alone. I finish strapping my sword to my side, mask still sitting on a nearby table, and cross to the balcony doors to peek outside. The sun has faded into the horizon and guests have started to arrive. That leaves me with a bit of time - I have no intention on making anything less than a memorable entrance - and so I lean against the door frame, careful to keep out of sight of those out front, and light a cigarette.
There's movement from the adjacent dressing room. Glass. I'd nearly forgotten, in the insanity of preparations, that she was dressing here as well. It certainly wouldn't do to have Iago see her before the game has begun, after all. I smile at that and call out, "You can't hide in there all evening, pet. Might as well come out and let me have a look."
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[It's midnight! Wrapping up!]
Evening
The Home of Alessandra Ferdis
The last few days have been, at best, a blur of activity and I can't say that it's left me in the best of spirits. Party planning is always a chore, even a gathering as small as this, and I suppose it's the price to be paid - blood, sweat, and countless hours spent hunched over fabric - for an evening of excitement. Alessandra has been more than accommodating, as I've measured, decorated, and almost completely reordered most of her house. It will take some time, tomorrow once the festivities are well over, to put things back to sorts, but I've already hired hands to assist in that.
That is one benefit of living in Excolo, there is never a shortage of strong backs willing to do a bit of labor for good pay, and in a matter of days the entire place has been transformed into something resembling a fitting locale. The walls have been covered with lush fabrics, the garden littered with a multitude of hanging lights, and the main room leading to the back cleared for the guests. After that, it's only been a matter of setting up the refreshments, finding a suitable place for the music, and dimming the lights.
I could kill myself over the details of course, it's in my nature, and so as soon as things are well in hand, I retire to the upstairs guest suite to dress. It's a simple design, more a personal amusement than anything else, and I doubt anyone will get the joke. Those always are the best sorts of fun, though, the personal chuckles that are mine alone. I finish strapping my sword to my side, mask still sitting on a nearby table, and cross to the balcony doors to peek outside. The sun has faded into the horizon and guests have started to arrive. That leaves me with a bit of time - I have no intention on making anything less than a memorable entrance - and so I lean against the door frame, careful to keep out of sight of those out front, and light a cigarette.
There's movement from the adjacent dressing room. Glass. I'd nearly forgotten, in the insanity of preparations, that she was dressing here as well. It certainly wouldn't do to have Iago see her before the game has begun, after all. I smile at that and call out, "You can't hide in there all evening, pet. Might as well come out and let me have a look."
[It's midnight! Wrapping up!]
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Date: 2009-07-29 05:20 am (UTC)"Oh and what a dreadful place to b-" A moan, sharp bite against my chest, and I buck up again before looking down to see that Wanda's moved, bending over with her teeth set against my skin. "You are doing that on purpose, aren't you?" I complain, laughing through the growing heat between us. "Wait until I'm talking before you pounce."
Then Wanda's on about it being hot - sweltering's more the word, luv - and slipping from the remnants of her costume, nothing left but boots and panties and choker and- Oh my. I reach for her only to realize, with some annoyance, that my hands are still tied.
I growl a bit, my strange good mood turning into some sort of pout halfway through, squirming a bit more under the warrior woman for good measure. Miao follows suit and, damn, there's not much left on the woman straddling me. A marvelous turn of events, I believe, if not for the suddenly obnoxious ties at my wrists. Who enjoys this? Really?
"Since our host is rather tied up, shall we help him with the offensive fabric still covering him?"
"Would be rather cruel, to have me at your mercy and then just leave me here." A grin. "All sorts of clothed."
But the women have other ideas, Miao at least I believe, as she speaks up, teasing. "Perhaps we should see if he is able to remove his own clothing with his hands tied, since he professes to be so very capable."
I flash her a look, a glare, with absolutely nothing behind it as I can't stop fucking grinning. The heat is close to unbearable, bared flesh and the smell of sex all around, and yet I can't stop smiling. Laughing. I've gone mad. The women, they've driven me mad.
"Yes, because the three of you wasn't a Herculean effort." I pull my hands back down and thank God everything been undone, Wanda really did a number on these knots. "Have to add in a bit of acrobatics as well." It's all I can do to work the pants over my hips, hands bound so tightly together. From there it's a shimmy, a dance, another reason to laugh just as the door opens and the clock begins to chime.
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