07-28-2024, 11:37 PM
Jaxen was accustomed to attracting A. the most beautiful women at parties and 2. the most captivating people into his orbit. Therefore, he was not at all taken aback by Narcissus and … uh, the other one…’s attention. I mean, he would normally be very happy to be lured elsewhere for seduction. As such, Narcy’s hands slithered through the creaks of his leather gloves, and there was something about leather on skin that always plucked the strings of his arousal, and explored the muscle of his arm before she sidled up against him, cheek to-rubber-cheek. Creepy ass snakes and foxes were out of his head, though he was going to keep an eye on Cammy, or whatever her name was.
True to Narcy’s words were a lullaby, he let her tug him out of his seat, because two women were far more entertaining than a bucket of Obscurium.
“I fold, gents,” he mumbled, snatching her hands in turn and leading her away. “Seems i’ve a tour to give.” Has to be a damn bedroom in the place somewhere…
The whole of the walk was spent touching as much as he was touched and curling those leather-wrapped fingers onward. It was the roped-off staircase that caught his eye at last. Where the fuck did a rope come from? Actually.. that might be useful…
With a smooth twist of his oh-so-nimble hands, the rope slipped free of its holdings, and he theatrically tossed it around his throat like someone might a winter scarf.
A party of this kind could always devolve into full on orgy, which was one of Jaxen’s favorite types of parties, but so far, everyone’s clothes remained on. Therefore, catching the vibe, he lead downstairs, because the dark was always more fun.
((If you follow along, they’ll end up in the dojo area))
True to Narcy’s words were a lullaby, he let her tug him out of his seat, because two women were far more entertaining than a bucket of Obscurium.
“I fold, gents,” he mumbled, snatching her hands in turn and leading her away. “Seems i’ve a tour to give.” Has to be a damn bedroom in the place somewhere…
The whole of the walk was spent touching as much as he was touched and curling those leather-wrapped fingers onward. It was the roped-off staircase that caught his eye at last. Where the fuck did a rope come from? Actually.. that might be useful…
With a smooth twist of his oh-so-nimble hands, the rope slipped free of its holdings, and he theatrically tossed it around his throat like someone might a winter scarf.
A party of this kind could always devolve into full on orgy, which was one of Jaxen’s favorite types of parties, but so far, everyone’s clothes remained on. Therefore, catching the vibe, he lead downstairs, because the dark was always more fun.
((If you follow along, they’ll end up in the dojo area))