Storm right in and teach Louise a lesson
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| - | Your behavior might be terrible un-English but for now your behavior feels justified. Stopping a boat to take a measly bath, what outrageousness! | + | Your behavior might be terrible un-English but for now your behavior feels justified. Stopping a boat to take a measly bath, what outrageousness! Trying the door and finding it locked you force it open with your shoulder and stumble inside. At first you can't see paticularly well in what appears to be poor lighting but as you adjust you find yourself in a strange realm much differant from the rough exterior of the steamboat. Silk curtains float in the still air, your nostrils are teased and then overpowered by a blanket of musky perfume and incense, making the space seem almost mystical. Focusing on the center of the room you find a large circular ivory tub with bronze clawed feet. And you feel your heart stop a moment when you see it's inhabitant, this mysterious celebrity, Miss Louise Remick, diamond of the French theater. |
| - | Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming wet flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she raises out of the water to be cleaned by servant girl share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is spotless. No wrinkles or jaggedness to be found. It’s as if she never took a step in their life so her skin still has the smooth baby skin of youth. | + | Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming wet flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she raises out of the water to be cleaned by a servant girl share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is spotless. No wrinkles or jaggedness to be found. It’s as if she never took a step in their life so her skin still has the smooth baby skin of youth. |
| - | Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. Helplessness before her grace, arousal at her nakedness, embarrassment for your own rudeness and jealousy over her superiority. So far you’ve noticed the | + | Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. Helplessness before her grace, arousal at her nakedness, embarrassment for your own rudeness and jealousy over her superiority. So far you’ve noticed the Arabic servant girl next to her, the elegant skin on her breasts and feet, but it’s only now that you get a good look at her face. She’s has a green eyed emerald stare that study your posture. Unlike a normal set of eyes they do not blend in with her character, instead they look like shiny diamonds, jewelry on a lady’s body. Her hair is fierce red and a bit curly. She keeps it in a bun but strings of hair fall down to her shoulders. She has big pouty lips that form the most sensual smile you’ve ever seen as they great you warmly across the room. Although her skin is as fair as that on the rest of her body her face still manages to somehow subconsciously inform you of her age. She’s older than you, mid thirties with tons of life experience. Even more an surprise that she can keep her unspoiled looks with all that experience. |
“Oh who is this then? A lost bird who stumbled in the wrong door or a headstrong fox with a goal in mind?” | “Oh who is this then? A lost bird who stumbled in the wrong door or a headstrong fox with a goal in mind?” | ||
| - | + | You say nothing, feeling anything you say will be a clumsy and embarrasing in your stunned condition. She continues in English, her voice silky with rich French accents | |
| - | + | “You are not like the other ruffian type no? You have something different about you...” She twirls her toes at you, letting the wet baby like skin rub up against each other. You begin to regain your composure as she takes assessment of you "You have a bearing I understand...come enjoy this water with me." | |
| - | *[[ | + | *[[The water does look delicious; join her.]] |
| - | *[[ | + | *[[You are not so easily won; demand an explanation for the stop.]] |
[[Category: Lady Van Helsing]] | [[Category: Lady Van Helsing]] | ||
Current revision as of 21:47, 8 June 2010
Your behavior might be terrible un-English but for now your behavior feels justified. Stopping a boat to take a measly bath, what outrageousness! Trying the door and finding it locked you force it open with your shoulder and stumble inside. At first you can't see paticularly well in what appears to be poor lighting but as you adjust you find yourself in a strange realm much differant from the rough exterior of the steamboat. Silk curtains float in the still air, your nostrils are teased and then overpowered by a blanket of musky perfume and incense, making the space seem almost mystical. Focusing on the center of the room you find a large circular ivory tub with bronze clawed feet. And you feel your heart stop a moment when you see it's inhabitant, this mysterious celebrity, Miss Louise Remick, diamond of the French theater.
Most of her body is submerged in hot foamy water that reaches just below her elegant breasts. Being half covered in foam doesn’t take away from their godlike refinement. They stand upwards and proud, there are no signs of sagging to be seen, they just perfect. Two globes of gleaming wet flesh with cute pink nipples at the end. Her feet that she raises out of the water to be cleaned by a servant girl share the remarkable skin of her breasts. Even the sole, the lowest point of her body is spotless. No wrinkles or jaggedness to be found. It’s as if she never took a step in their life so her skin still has the smooth baby skin of youth.
Assessing the situation you become aware of the mixed emotions running through your body. Helplessness before her grace, arousal at her nakedness, embarrassment for your own rudeness and jealousy over her superiority. So far you’ve noticed the Arabic servant girl next to her, the elegant skin on her breasts and feet, but it’s only now that you get a good look at her face. She’s has a green eyed emerald stare that study your posture. Unlike a normal set of eyes they do not blend in with her character, instead they look like shiny diamonds, jewelry on a lady’s body. Her hair is fierce red and a bit curly. She keeps it in a bun but strings of hair fall down to her shoulders. She has big pouty lips that form the most sensual smile you’ve ever seen as they great you warmly across the room. Although her skin is as fair as that on the rest of her body her face still manages to somehow subconsciously inform you of her age. She’s older than you, mid thirties with tons of life experience. Even more an surprise that she can keep her unspoiled looks with all that experience.
“Oh who is this then? A lost bird who stumbled in the wrong door or a headstrong fox with a goal in mind?”
You say nothing, feeling anything you say will be a clumsy and embarrasing in your stunned condition. She continues in English, her voice silky with rich French accents
“You are not like the other ruffian type no? You have something different about you...” She twirls her toes at you, letting the wet baby like skin rub up against each other. You begin to regain your composure as she takes assessment of you "You have a bearing I understand...come enjoy this water with me."
