new kid on the block // mila

[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Elizabeth had been traveling for what felt like weeks. The last trace of civilization she had stumbled upon had been six days ago and that had been a small group of people hiding out in an abandoned gas station. She hadn’t stayed too long, mere hours before she got back on the road. Elizabeth had done nothing but run since being kicked out of her home a few months ago, trying not to staying one place for more than a week. She had made friends, but also enemies. She’d be chased by random people as she approached settlements, mostly raiders but occasionally people that had first been nice to her but after finding out where she came from, they threw her out as they were enraged at religion for the disaster the earth was in.

Elizabeth knew where she wanted to go though. Rustboro, one of the largest rebuilder settlements for miles. At nothing else it would provide her with safe shelter whilst she figured out what she was going to with herself. Elizabeth had already decided to keep the fact that she was from a religious family to herself until she knew who to trust – if anyone at all. The last thing she wanted was to be thrown out of her best chance for survival. It was now in sight as she crossed over the peak of a hill, just a few hundred meters away. As she approached the town, she met no resistance from any form of security personnel as she made her way onto the busiest street she could find.

She needed somewhere to rest her feet. She spotted a bar across the road which seemed brightly lit enough not to give off any negative vibes. Elizabeth decided to take the risk as she walked inside. She was surprised to see it styled to be like an old west saloon, complete with an old battered piano in the corner. A few people took note of her arrival as she went to sit in an unoccupied table in the corner. She took off her cap and sunglasses and stowed them in her bag as she took out a bottle of water, about half empty. She slowly took a swig as she glanced around, everyone seemed to be minding their own business and that’s just the way Liz liked it.

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: not my best – just a setup :3

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

Rustboro... It smelled of money. And Mila loved every second of it. She rolled her shoulders as she walked down the road, her eyes peeled for anyone else that might get some wise ideas. She was a Raider, and it was apparent in the way that she carried herself... But she was more than just the typical Raider. She was the temptress. When Lucas needed something done, all he had to do was point her in the direction, and it was then her job to seduce whomever he wanted her to. Mila didn't mind. In fact, she loved her job. She craved the attention.

With a provocative sway of her hips, she walked into a saloon, the coin purse at between her breasts jingling slightly. She bit her lip and looked around at the crowd, drinking in their faces. She eyed their weapons, feeling more naked now than she ever had. She had just recently lost her gun, and was now in the process of saving up for another. Much to her dismay there was really nothing more she could do, beyond either finding more looting locations, or resorting to hooking. Or petty pick pocketing. The latter was probably what she would resort to first.

She approached the bar, every movement intentional as she leaned up against the dark wood. "I need something to drink. Preferably... strong." she said, her voice carrying subtle hints of an accent. It was apparent that she didn't care that her skirt had ridden up, revealing a bit of her plump bottom as she stood there. If one didn't know any better, they might suspect that she was swiveling her hips intentionally to get it to ride up further. She arched an eyebrow as she pulled the coin purse out from between her breasts, watching the bar keep for any sign of interest.

Mila wasn't above exploiting anything to get what she wanted... Another handgun was a necessity.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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The bar had a few people dotted around with the odd larger group sharing laughs over drinks. She was happy sitting in her corner nursing her water as she contemplated her next move. She needed somewhere to stay, she had hopes that the town would be looking for new members of the community. Maybe she should swing by a workshop or smithy to see if they needed some extra hands. Liz instantly frowned at that idea; manual labor had never been her strong point. She pondered if there was a school nearby; she could teach English like she had always planned too if she couldn’t get a job in the west end. Even that had its problems, it would all depend on if the staff believed her past qualifications. She sighed heavily as her head dropped slightly; Liz hoped she’d not get too desperate.

It was then that she saw the woman enter. Liz could tell she was a raider. She’d seem that kind of attitude on women before. But then, Liz was planning on settling down here, in that case, this woman was the outsider as this place was best known for its large population of rebuilders. Liz then noticed her drink. Alcohol? It had been weeks since Liz had seen the substance. She dropped the water back into her bag as she walked over to the bar. The woman was defiantly a looker; she had a composed physique with a very curvy body. Her deep red lips defiantly seemed to like pouting, but Liz’s attention was drawn more to the woman’s ever rising skirt line. She could already see the bottom of the woman’s behind in all natures splendor as Liz joined her at the bar. ”I’ll have whatever she’s having.” Liz said, glancing at the woman as she took a seat.

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: rawrr :3

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

It didn't take too long for the bar keep to gather his wits about him. She was certain that he had women like her come in all of the time. Especially now since Rustboro was starting to become a hot spot for the Old Bloods. When they came around no one could think. Mila was just fortunate that she had never been discovered by one of them. As much as she enjoyed her life of danger, she did not like the idea of becoming someone's dinner… Even if it meant that they might keep her safe from the ever present zombie threat. Nothing was worth becoming a fucking blood doll; a slave.

The drink, which smelled heavily of vodka was poured and pushed in front of her. A smile curled at the corner of her lips as she watched the man. Either, he was crafty and picked up on the accent that she desperately tried to hide, or he was holding out on the Ouzo behind the bar. She licked her lips, and raised her glass to him, pushing a few coins toward him. They were silver dollars. Rare, therefore worth a great deal more than their original intended dollar amount. Which, it was a shame that the world ended. If she had these when there was a value to her dollar, she'd be a fucking millionaire.

But, she wouldn't dwell on such a thought. Especially since she was in a relatively good mood. The thought of ruining it was not a pleasing one. Especially since, her group had ran out of alcohol a few stops back. And the last place they stopped was Quaker Meadow. Of course, they didn't have any alcohol on them, because it was the 'devil's drink' or some such bullshit. All she really needed right now was to get pleasantly drunk, and start some problems. Although, she severely doubted that Lucas would take too kindly to her making a ruckus while he was trying to sell their shit. A smile curled at the corner of her lips; there were always other ways of starting chaos without starting a fight…

It seemed as though fortunate was smiling on her today, as a petite little asian girl, that looked entirely too wholesome, even by a Rebuilder's standpoint to be here. Mila turned and gave the girl what seemed like a genuinely inviting smile. "Might be a little too strong for you." she said, taking a swig. She offered it to the girl to take a sniff of it. Vodka, for those that weren't experienced with the way that it smelled, or tasted, would often cough, or feel a burning sensation in their nose.

It was a Russian drink; something meant to take the paint right off of the walls. "I might suggest a rum. Or… water."

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Heather had helped herself to plenty of alcohol before. Despite the drinking age of twenty one, she had managed to get her hands on a variety of concoctions through her late teenage years and she’d taken quite a shine to most of them. She much preferred larger or malt whisky. Not the strongest of drinks but they had an appealing taste. Liz took the drink of the woman and took a sniff of the concoction. She immediately started coughing – away from the woman to Liz’s right, as she handed the drink back to her. ”Bit too strong.” Liz said, coughing once more as she spied the contents of the bar, noticing a few barrels stacked behind the bartender. ”What’s in the barrels?” Liz asked as she looked back at the beauty to her left. The bartended explained it was a bitter made in the town itself and thus was a lot cheaper than the woman’s beverage. Liz agreed and paid swiftly, not wanting to keep her money out for too long.

”Much more my style” Liz chuckled as she took a sip. It tasted slightly sour, but it had alcohol in it which was good enough for Liz given how little she’d had in recent weeks. Liz would have expected the woman to begin questioning her about being the new face in town if she herself wasn’t also new. Liz had her suspicions but wasn’t about to show her hand just yet. She smiled to herself, pondering what her father would be doing to her right now had he known his own daughter was drinking, underage by the old law. Now? Was there even anyone who followed laws anymore? Liz doubted there were many, but she hoped they resided in Rustboro, if anywhere.

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: low muse – just moving it on to the interesting stuff

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

She shook her head, having fully expected the girl to have a less than pleasant reaction to the rather strong drink that she was having. With a shrug, she took a rather healthy gulp of her drink, before putting it back down on the bar. There was a bit of red lipstick on the tumbler; a sight that she sorely missed. It reminded her of a time when things were more normal… And when her visits to bars were primarily done after a night of flogging someone, and making them feel absolutely worthless. While, her life hasn't changed that much, she missed being the wet dream, and fantasy of countless men and women. There, were only a select few that would pay her any mind.

Mila let her eyes roam over the girl as she was handed her new drink. "What brings you into Rustboro?" she asked, still sizing her up. The smile on her lips was just for show, but Mila figured that a girl that looked this innocent couldn't possibly have enough life experience to figure that out. For the most part, Mila remained unreadable to others, but there were times that she allowed her guard to drop, if even just a bit when she was in Rustboro. Perhaps, it was because this place seemed to remind everyone of their life before, but they all tended to behave relatively well while they were within the towns limits. Mila had noticed that her personality shifted almost completely while she was here. They must be doing a good job if they all already feel the compulsion to assimilate to a normal life once more.

"I'm here to sell." she said, gesturing toward the town vaguely. "Maybe I got something that will interest you." She said, giving her a look up and down, making it clear that she wasn't actually implying that the girl should buy something that she had collected along her way. It was a ploy to get the girl alone; to get her jollies off. It had been quite some time since she had been able to corrupt a man, let alone a woman. If she said that she didn't miss it, she was lying.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Liz had enjoyed the exposure to life she had gotten after leaving her home. Things were at its bare basics between towns, she’d seen things that she could only imagine back home. One of her most interesting experiences had been when she had been so exhausted that she had been forced to set up her tent where she stood. It had been too dark to tell but she had camped out in a cannabis field and the drug dealer was hardly amused when he found Liz packing up the following morning. Liz ran for her life, she ran for half a day through a forest whilst being chased by a gang armed with a variety of deadly weapons. The adrenaline rush was exhilarating and she loved every second of it.

”Rustboro?” Liz began, looking over at the woman next to her. She seemed nice enough, despite Liz’s first thoughts about her, she was starting to warm to her new found friend. ”I needed a place to stay for a while. I figured Rustboro would be the best place.” She said, taking another sip of her drink That was the brief version that didn’t delve into too much detail, despite hoe friendly this woman appeared, Liz had learned that people couldn’t be trusted straight off the bat. However, she had a feeling that sooner or later, she’d have to take a leap of fair on somebody.

”Sell?” Liz said, intrigued. A trader? Curious. ”What do you sell?” She asked, pondering what commodities could be moved around easily for trade. Liz pondered if, by the way the woman dressed, it was a luxury item. Diminishing supplies of makeup or alcohol?

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: ooer xD

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

Mila knew the look on her face. The tone in her voice. The distrust. She must've ran. Whether that was from someone or something in specific or just those old zombies, she would never know. Mila wasn't the type to pry. Once a conversation was had, a conversation was had. Running her fingers through her hair, she gave the girl a bit of a nod. "Rustboro is the safest damn place out there, at the moment." she said, giving her a nod that said that she had done well by finding this place. She took another sip of her drink, her eyes moving over the grain of the wood. It wasn't too long ago that she, herself, was running from something. Then, she was grabbed by Lucas and the rest of them, and she made her name. Strange how she jumped from one dishonorable profession to another.

Sell? What do you sell? the girl asked. Mila resisted the urge to toy with her further, although… Well, it was a losing battle. Mila turned and ran her hands over her curves, leaning forward, just a touch to give the girl a better look at her 'assets.' She bit her lip and gave her, a rather convincing look of feigned innocence. "Well, what do you I think I sell, lovely?" she asked, swaying her hips from side to side. She leaned forward and grazed her finger over the girls lips leaning close. "Life is so very short… And we don't know how long we have left. I find that most of my… clients, enjoys spending the evening with a skilled companion." She pulled back, the look of mischief suddenly clear on her face as she laughed.

"I don't sell myself, although a lot of people make that assumption. I only provide that service for a slave that I deem worth it." She said looking to the side. She made sure that no one else was listening as she leaned forward, as though about to tell her a secret. "We got a little bit of everything. Desert Eagles, Colts, Knives, Food, Water, Hobbyist Supplies meaning books, instruments." she shrugged. "We're fresh out of rosaries and bibles however. Just got back from Quaker Meadow." she said, leaning back, her demeanor slipping into that of a cold and aloof business representative.

"From the looks of it… You don't really need many of those things, so much as protection, and a place to stay." It was such a shame that Mila couldn't help her out with those things… Well, the only way that she could would be if she took her on as a slave. And she hadn't made herself all that interesting yet.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Liz’s more innocent thoughts had been thrown out the window as the woman took on a more seductive attitude, more so than she had already witched seemed near impossible by Liz’s standards. She was slightly entranced by the sway of the woman’s hips as she talked, her eyes checking her out and making no real attempt to hide it. It had been a long time since Liz had thought back to Sasha, the girl she had slept with which had gotten her kicked out of her last settlement, this woman was bringing back some memories of that night. She shuddered slightly as the woman grazed her fingertips across her lips, closing her eyes as she tried to remain in control.

Liz was about to jump into the conversation, asking the straight up question of whether this woman was indeed a prostitute but she was quickly beaten too it by the clarification the woman made moments later. Liz had been so close to speaking that she now closed her mouth with a puzzled look on her face. If she didn’t sell herself, then what? Wait, what? Heather backtracked the conversation in her mind slightly. Slave? Mind you, it wasn’t something she was surprised to hear, with basic law all but completely ignored; it was inevitable that people would take advantage of such a situation. ”Slaves?” Liz asked raising an eyebrow inquisitively as she glanced down at the woman’s legs again.

”I’m pretty well stocked up as it stands” Liz lied, she had very little in the way of weapons and relied mostly on her legs to put as much distance between her and the person trying to harm her as possible. As the woman skirted across the issue of shelter, Liz took the bait. ”No, not really. I was hoping for some sort of a makeshift hotel.” She replied honestly, he gaze now back into the eyes of her companion.

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: :3

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

She had to remind herself, every now and again, that most people didn't discuss relationships the same way that people involved in her lifestyle did. Mila laughed lightly, and shook her head, mentally chastising herself for not putting it in laymen's terms. There were a few people out there, that would understand immediately what she meant, regardless of whether the end of the world had came or not. But those people were heavily involved in her lifestyle… And not that of being a Raider; but of S&M. "I don't mean slavery in the literal sense." she clarified, pressing her back up against the bar.

"Slaves are another term for submissives. Or subbies. I'm a Dominant. A former Dominatrix before our end of the world came." she said, speaking in a way about the end of the world that indicated that she knew a little more than the rest of them. That was what happened when one traveled. They got to meet a wide array of people, and hear plenty of stories. She pressed her lips together, and frowned as though attempting to find the words that she wished to use. "Slaves are sometimes lovers, and sometimes they are less than. Most slaves don't make it into their Mistresses bedroom. But, all relationships have some form of… love involved." However, by the way that she said the word 'love' it was clear that it was not something that she was incredibly interested in.

Mila was pretty certain that the girl was lying to her. As evidenced by the rather small back pack that she carried on her person. The only reason that herself and the rest of her companions were decently stocked at any given point in time was because they had a rather large rig that they traveled on. Pursing her lips, she made a show of looking over her bag. "Are you certain? Because, unless that bag you're carrying is Mary Poppin's, I doubt it can house that much." she said, arching her eyebrows as she looked her over. At this point, she was far more interested in getting her as a customer than as a slave. On more than one occasion, her crew had been known to take on passengers for a little extra coin.

"If you're planning on staying in Rustboro, there really isn't that much we can do to help you find shelter." she said, taking yet another sip of her drink. Perhaps it was her good mood, or the alcohol that was coursing through her veins, but she was feeling rather charitable. "We often give rides to people, providing safe passage, but that's only from destination to destination. If you're staying here, you might have to go to the New Age Clinic. I hear they have started renovating homes and leasing them out. If not, there is the safe house. You gotta be careful though. You never know when one of mine is going to make a visit in the dead of night." she said, enjoying the way the threat tasted on her tongue as she took another sip of her drink.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Liz wasn’t shocked at the context that the conversation had just delved into, the internet had long ago destroyed her innocence regarding the different varieties of sexual enjoyment. She was more shocked at the fact that she was openly discussing the topic with a woman who claimed it to be her job. Liz was more than intruded now as the thought of Sasha was stuck in her mind and wasn’t moving out any time soon. She was getting a little hot under the collar.

”A Dom?” Liz spluttered out in surprise as she then when red and looked down at her shoes for a minute. Restating the obvious was hardly a way to continue a mature conversation and this woman was mature in more ways than one. The fact that Liz had stumbled upon someone who dabbled in sex as a profession gave her the opportunity to ask some questions she wouldn’t expect to find in normal conversations: ”Do you have any slaves now?” The sheltering her father had forced upon her seemed to be peeling away layer by layer.

Liz knew that she only had supplies to last a few days. She often relied on stocking up at settlements she stumbled upon, trading things she had picked up along the way but she was running low on somewhat interesting items. ”I guess I’d be giving the clinic a look then” She began, pausing momentarily before asking. ”Hang on, safe house?” knowing full well it would be a raider safe house, but if it went mostly unused, Liz was pretty sure she could run if someone turned up.

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Outfit: HERE
Notes: I have a feeling Mila’s gona trick Liz….

[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

A dom? Mila smirked, and nodded, her honey brown eyes locked on the girls. She was quite a pretty little thing. She reminded her of another dominatrix that she worked with. She was a sweet girl, often toying with her clients in ways that even Mila wouldn't dream of. Needless to say, this woman was a legged. But, here was her counterpart. Innocent to the core, and all but blown away by the fact that Mila happened to spank a few men or women for not only shits and giggles, but for cash. It was better than stripping on a pole; at least, that's the way that Mila saw it. Unlike what others believed they didn't sell sexual services; they only… got people off in odd ways. If that made any sense.

"I do not have any slaves now." she said, looking the girl over. She smirked and trailed her fingers under the girls shirt, letting her fingertips dance across the skin of her hip bone. "Why? Are you interested?" she smirked. Mila wasn't the kind of woman to turn down anyone that wanted to get into her lifestyle. Especially girls as gorgeous as the one sitting in front of her. In times like these, where everything else has come crashing down around them, it stood to reason that they would need some type of order. And the S&M lifestyle, most definitely provided that order for some. Mila surely would have lost her mind quite some time ago, if she didn't, at least have this as a way to make herself feel normal.

Mila drained the rest of her drink, and slid her coin over to the bartender, gesturing that she wanted more. While others would get sloppy drunk, Mila was a very composed drunk. Despite the fact that she only had the one glass of vodka, she was starting to feel it's effects. She was no light weight, by any stretch of the imagination, but she was quick to get buzzed… It took a lot more to knock her on her ass. When the bartender returned with her secondary drink, she gave him a flirtatious wink. "Thanks." she murmured, gladly pressing the glass to her lips once more.

Their conversation turned toward the girls… living situation. In truth, Mila didn't know if the girl had what it took to be out and about on her own. Of course, these were all assumptions. And only so much could be gauged by an innocent face, and a white lie or two. "I'd start with the clinic." she agreed. When the girl asked about the safe house, she arched an eyebrow. "The safe house that was set up by those Crusaders? It's right outside of Rustboro." she shrugged. "Some place for them to beat you in the head with a bible until you believe that you're the reason that the damn world came to end." she growled. She hated religious zealots. They pissed her off to no end.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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The world was a place where every whim had a way, or at least that’s how one of Liz’s friends had once attempted to describe it as one night around a campfire. Liz was starting to see the resemblance of her friend’s theory resonate more and more in her new life. People that wanted guns? They go to the gun store. People that wanted a tan? They fly abroad. People who wanted an unusual sexual pleasure satisfied. They called up this woman, it seemed.

No slaves? The woman must have given it up when the disaster hit, or so Liz wrongly assumed. As the woman’s hand crept under her shirt, she shuddered slightly, breathing in sharply between her clenched teeth. Liz was more than interested, or so her body told her. Her mind was throwing reason at her but she told it to be quiet as she attempted to formulate a reason of her own. She knew she would have to take a leap of fair on someone, the next settlement could be even further away than the last, she’d gotten lucky too many times finding small groups of friendly people to help her out. Her luck would run out soon enough. Maybe it could be a way of getting shelter for a few weeks whilst she got her head on straight, and what? All she’d have to do was sit around and please this beauty when she was board? ”Interested is the word I’d use, yes.”

She watched the woman get another drink, damn she could hold down alcohol. The clinic, building up houses, Liz doubted she’d be a priority to get a house for if they had any spare, even then she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. Go searching for the school she kidded herself she’d find here? ”None of those sound particularly appealing to be honest.” Liz was on her guard now, this woman had a temper for crusaders, something she technically was despite the fact that Liz had done very little preaching, if any, since leaving her past home behind.

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[Mila Mika Eppolito]

Outfit -- It's not pretty yet, but I promise it will be.

"What exactly are you interested in?" she smirked, slowly pushing herself away from the bar. She rested her hand gently on the girls lower abdomen, trailing her fingers across her flesh as she circled her, almost like she was a tigress circling her prey. "Are you interested in one night? Or are you interested in being a submissive?" she asked, letting her lips graze over the girls neck as she came full circle. She smirked as she rounded to face her, a hand on her hip as she let her eyes wander. This girl truly was a beauty; a beauty whose name she didn't even know. In fact, she didn't really care to. At least, not at the moment. Mila would give her safe passage if she were to be her little plaything for the time being… But that meant that their relationship would never truly go beyond that of Slave and Mistress.

A dry laugh rose in Mila's throat as the girl admitted that neither of those options seemed all that tempting. "Do they not seem tempting because you have another more gratifying option in front of you?" she grinned, tracing her finger tips over the girls shoulders. "Or is it because you want nothing more than to be away from the Crusaders and the Rebuilders, and take a life of crime and passion like the one that I lead?" There was a sardonic tone to her voice. Where most would be masking their pain, Mila was becoming colder, as though never wanting to show any true side of herself to anyone. Perhaps, if this girl stayed around as a Slave for a while, she would end up revealing more to her. But right now? There was nothing to truly discuss.

She was procuring passage and Mila was about to have her fun.

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[Elizabeth Yukata Reynolds]

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Despite the fact that Liz had only met the woman a mere hour ago, she was already captivated by her walk as she circled her. Reacting to her touch as though it were the warm kiss of a summer breeze, slightly moans slipped from her lips as her fingers ran across Elizabeth’s skin. When the question arose, Liz didn’t really know the answer. She defiantly didn’t want a one nighter with this woman; she might never see her again. But the prospect of being a submissive for an unknown amount of time daunted her. This woman could keep her locked up for the rest of her life. Again, her body attempted to justify the feelings she was having. At least she’d be safe, she’d be fed and she was sure she’d have plenty to drink. Liz rolled her eyes, how low was she stooping? ”I don’t know” Liz said softly as she followed the woman with her eyes as she prowled around her. ”Maybe a sub for a while?” Liz admitted, contemplating the ramifications of what she had just said.

The woman was truly indulging in her own gravitas as she toyed with Liz’s emotions. Although what she was saying was defiantly closest to the truth than Liz had even come to herself, Liz still wanted a slight control of the conversation. ”Possibly.” She murmured, still deep in thought. That’s all she could manage? She might as well just get down on all fours right now as she was practically already the sub in this conversation. Liz then managed to let out a laugh as she clarified: ”Oh, naturally!” She chuckled, also in sarcasm as she made eye contact with the woman whose name she didn’t know as she circled round her front.

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