Let your emotions get the best of you and confront the actress again.
From Create Your Own Story
The booze swirls in your brain forcing your tired feet forward until the momentum pushed you like an invisible force. You're tired of women like her treating everyone like entertainment, and you start formulating a plan to teach her the lesson you intended to earlier that morning.
You are suprised to find the door unlocked and burst in, once again hit in the face with the strong exotic aroma. In the middle of the room where the claw footed bath once was now sits a bizarrely luxourious bed, with sheets that look more expensive than the boat itself. Louise steps out from behind a folding screen, once again wearing an soft silk robe. She has let her hair down which cascades in sheets around her shoulders, framing her face in such a way that multiplies her beauty from before. Her large breasts strain against the robe, low cut as to reveal no mere amount of cleavage. She runs a jeweled comb through her soft hair, looking at you expectantly.
"Welcome back little bird..." she says casually. "I saw your little performance on the deck, yes? Bravo I say, bravo..."
You step in closer, suddenly realizing how dirty you are in the presence of such alien perfection. Your skin slides against skin stickily with the fight sweat, your clothing clinging to you in the warmness of the cabin. You glare despite your uncomfortable mood.
"Glad you liked it..." you sneer. "...seeing as its all a big show for you isn't it..."
"And what players!" She congratulated with a hint of sarcasm. "Your dance of death was quite exsquizite, how you say, like ballarina. However..." she pondered with scarlet nailed finger to her lush lips. "...you are agressive more like a man then say a woman no?"
You blush hot red, feeling blood pound through your veins. You step right up to her, feeling the soft aroma of her perfume drift over your gritty sweaty skin, the closeness almost overpower. "More woman than you'll ever be." You hiss.
She gazes back with passionate intensity. "Really? Show me."
Your head forces itself forward and you plant your lips directly onto hers, parting to accept you.
Damn.
