( closed to ausuben ) | ( and to torchlit cos we're lazy )

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[Here they are, in Auguste, and there is a fancy summer ball that is the talk of the town. A fancy ball, organised by the underworld of Auguste, and the talks are dark. Which pretty much means all of the world's nobility is going to be there!

This very same party is one that Lancelot and Sen will now try to infiltrate, having been given a very special request by Bonito. Though, despite some Weird Shit having happened to them before, getting a request from Bonito (a talking fish?!) is right up there.

Sen has to admit, it's going to make it hard to want to eat anything bonito related hence forth. But that's not the point.

After Bonito beat them up for their lack of belief and asked them to save their friend, a giant shark, Lancelot and Sen now find themselves preparing for their mission. Here they are at the inn, and Sen approaches Lancelot with a suit bag, having ironed and tidied his up neatly. She holds it out to him, his boots also held in one hand.]

Here...though I am unsure about this quest in general, having been blackmailed into it, I suppose we should do it best we could, no?

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okay net you and me, we gotta talk about your SLOW SPEEDS

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[Okay back this formatting for our eyes as we said. YEAH.

Percival really could be rather wild, no? Of course he would be. He is, after all, the Lord of Fire, and while he speaks calmly and is levelheaded, the flames inside him burn passionately, that when left unchained, he unleashes it. And she can see, him, a mess as he frees himself enough out of his shirt to reveal his fine chest, though with his tie still there she can only think of him as the type to fuel desire. It's hard to pull her eyes away from the refined young man, now that who is not. In fact, his wild words are growing more so.

And it's encouraging.

As urged, her hands move, wrapping around his back so that it would be easier for her to reach up his neck, let her hands trawl down his spine, feeling the heat of bare skin against her curves. Yes, this was it, a feeling she didn't know she needed so much, for him to be against her. Those fingers, teasing her from behind, that she couldn't help it but reply, breathing already as she hears his whispers.]

A-ah, you're determined. It is always something I loved best about you. One of.

[Fine, she might not always tell him how she feels, but she could give him a compliment now and then. Although, while she was a little disappointed that they moved so that he could pour his affections all over her skin, the distractions of such aroused her and she curls up, more daringly as his mouth gets that reaction he so sought. Her body grows more sensitive, feeling that careful palm against her, while he has already actioned with his fingers...and she's riding them.]

Hnn...[Part of her could allow him to draw this out, but...at the same time, she wanted him. Wanted him deep inside of her so that they can finally let all their feelings laid out to bare in the most physical manner. Also, she really wanted to see him let himself go. And also, it wouldn't be fair if he didn't get something out of this too.

Breathlessly, her hands move over to his hips, tugging as an indication of what she wants.]

Your offer is so generous, that you want me to buckle to your whims. [FINGERS.] But it's not fair if you command such power. Come, take me as you would like. After all, we will never leave this room now. So...how do they say. Let's make a mess of it. [Basically, time to let instinct and their bodies do the talking. If he wants to go at it vicious and raw, that's exactly how she wants it.]