Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2019 1:01:41 GMT -5
Yamato: Champion 2, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
While Faewyn headed out of their shared room upon receiving a letter from someone, the Captain made her way towards the stand-up mirror nearby. That large hat atop of her head was removed, allowing her ruby strands of hair flutter down over her shoulders and chest. A small smile found her lips as she looked herself over before she headed for the door and headed back downstairs where she had come from. Those emerald hues scanned the area for a person in particular, he had been handsome and nice, giving them free drinks for their trouble and still allowing them to stay the night; half price as it were.
Rosalya made her way towards the bar where she settled down against the stool, settling for a fruity drink to tide herself over as she lifted a finger in order to call a specific person over. The owner of the place. She knew what people would think if they knew what she was doing, they'd think her easy or loose, but in reality... it was the loneliness in her heart that made her do it. That yearning for somebody special. But after the death of her parents, she came to realize that it was dangerous to tie the knot with somebody. It was hard, especially if she wanted to stay as the notorious pirate that she was -- wanted for the many heists she's done.
Once the owner made his way over, a gentle smile found her lips as she nestled her chin down against the back of her hand. If she could spend nights with men that would treat her right... that'd be enough, right? At least to ease that longing for a little while at least. "I never caught yer name." She gave a small tilt of her head, her hues squinting slightly as she still heard the hitching in her pitch due to the alcohol still in her system for another few hours. "Name's Rosalya. What time 'ya get off, hmm?" Her lids lowered slightly, that smile still in place. She was laying down the hints rather thickly, not bothering cut to the chase of what she wanted from him.
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PulseLast Friday at 11:12 PM
He had seen many adventurers come and go with his time in this tavern. Being in the Core of Bastrath, it was a place where many chose to wander in. Some short, some tall, some big, some small. Some men that were dashing and some that were ugly. Some women that you'd never cast a second glance at, but.. that ruby-haired gal. Now she was definitely a sight to behold. Curves that held her clothes just right (just barely from the looks of it) and a winning smile. She definitely looked out of place with the crew she had, but he figured his chances of getting a little fun were low. He wasn't the type of man to try and maliciously hit on patrons. Just watching from afar was enough, after all.
But then she came back down to the bar. She even beckoned him over. He didn't give a lot of thought to what was going on-- he had done her little group a kindness, so he figured he had earned some sort of kinship. It wasn't the first time he did so for a group slightly rowdy. She asked for his name, causing him to smile softly. "Name's Rorik, ma'am." He bowed his head slightly, almost chuckling at the high pitched voice she exposed him to. Then she asked what what time he got off. His eyes widened a bit at the sound of that.
No one just asked that.
He was going to bite at the bait. Worst comes to worst, she's just worried about last call. "Bar closes in about an hour, Rosalya. Care to keep me company til then?" He smiled over at her as he cleaned glasses. She was quite the sight, wasn't she?
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YamatoLast Friday at 11:21 PM
The smile on his face when he spoke his name had caused her own smile to widen, realizing that the guise that he was putting on for his guests had been genuine rather than completely forced. "Rorik.. I like it." She murmured, cupping her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched him, her own hand gripping onto her next glass of alcohol. Despite the strong drink that Rorik had given to them for free earlier, she was still kicking, which must have been an impressive sight to behold. "An hour... got it." When he asked if she wanted to keep him company until then, she tilted her head, a soft laugh seeping past her lips that began to part. "That was the plan, Rorik. I have to pay you back for everything you've done for us after all~." It was a poor excuse, but the way she looked at him would be enough to tell that she was actually attracted to him.
As he continued to clean glasses and helping the bartender out, who was sending glares her way which she chose to ignore, she'd find herself engrossed in Rorik. They started to talk like... they had been old friends and it felt nice. "How long have you been workin' here, Rorik?" Upon his answer, she'd find herself amused, considering how young he appeared. "Don't worry, you do a mighty good job at what you do. Past couple of places I've been to, high class or not, aren't filled with nice guys like you." It came off flirtatious most likely, but truth was held in what she said.
But she knew better than to trust kindness at face value... she knew it all too well, actually. She had been hurt enough from trusting people that were nice to her. A bad case of judgement on her part, but her heart seemed to override what her head continued to scream at her; that it was stupid to keep trying this. As the time continued by and the two kept talking with one another, she found her digits sliding on top of Rorik's knuckles that were nestled on the bar-top; caressing along them softly. When he'd look at her, she'd merely smile as she noticed the patrons either leaving or heading upstairs to their rooms. "Mind if.. I join you back to your quarters? I'm awfully lonely." While it probably came off as seductive that a beautiful woman was lonely... it was actually the sad truth.
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PulseLast Friday at 11:26 PM
Her question was met with a swift answer. "Worked for five years, owned for three. Had it left to me by my father." It was a big role to fill, considering how many people came and went. Any wrong impressions could lead to bad reviews, which led to lack of revenue. He had those things instilled in him by his father, so it was all he ever knew now. But it was that comment she made about paying him back for everything he had done for them. That look in her eyes.. she was hungry for him, causing his eyes to flicker slightly wide.
He cleaned his glasses, but it didn't come without a few glances her way. Some were to her eyes, absolutely, but some went down to her full breasts. They were practically overflowing from the top she wore, but something told him that by the way she held her stature, she wanted him to look. As if she were trying to bait him in all along. And once her digits slid along his knuckles, his stares were going absolutely everywhere. He was hooked.
Once the shift wrapped up, she mentioned that she wanted to join him at his quarters. At this point, he wasn't even surprised, he was just welcoming the idea of not being blue balled at this point. "Absolutely. Let's move." He had his own special room at the end of the hallway just for him. Once he locked up, he headed upstairs, feeling Rosalya's presence behind him. It was both intense and intoxicating all the same: he had never been with a woman so.. filled out before. He opened the door to his room, letting her in. "Feel free to make yourself at home."
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YamatoLast Friday at 11:35 PM
Rosalya's question for invitation was met with acceptance, causing her to grin as she moved to stand from her seat. The voluptuous woman followed behind him, her hips swaying naturally as she moved. With the door opened to her, she stepped inside, only for it to be closed shortly after. As she was told to make herself at home, she moved to nestle down on his mattress at the very end; a single leg crossing over the other. Once he turned back to face her, she'd smile with a soft laugh and tilt her head, both of her hands pressed onto either side of herself. "C'mere.." She murmured, enticing him to close the distance between them.
As he stood in front of her, she'd lift her arms up, wrapping them around his shoulders as she pulled him in, those emerald hues gazing into doe browns. "I don't want you to think that this is just because you did something nice for me. You're very handsome and I like you." It wasn't a lie, not even in the slightest. "I hope to get to know you more afterward too.." With a soft chuckle, she leaned in, letting her lips meld up into his own set, taking the lead right away. Her fingertips dug into oceanic strands of hair, the other gripping onto the back of his shirt as she pulled him in.
Her back fell down against the mattress, yanking him in to fall on top of her, the two of their lips still locked together and feeling one another out. A brush of her tongue would be felt across the crease of his lips, begging for him to part them as she felt her body arching up into his own, a quiet hitched breath echoing into his mouth once he budged. Her tongue swirled with his own, a few heavy breaths seeping out past her nose as one of her thighs closed in around his hip, their bodies coming together, fitting with one another almost perfectly.
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PulseLast Friday at 11:40 PM
The bartender gazed back to see that the curvy woman was making her way over to his bed. Each and every sway in her waist was deliberate, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her heart pillow-shaped rear in those moments, even as she sat down he found himself enamored. Then she beckoned for him to come closer. Was this seriously happening? Part of him had to wonder if he was stuck in some alcohol-induced stupor, but he wasn't going to just leave her like that.
He headed over to her, only for her to wrap his arms around his shoulders and press her lips deeply into his own. His eyes widened at the sudden kiss, feeling her tug him even closer until he landed on top of her. His waist pressed into her own spread legs, begging him to move with her. His lips parted as her tongue beckoned him to open wide, letting his tongue coil with hers as they made out on the bed. If she was this bold, what stopped him from taking some bold moves himself?
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While Faewyn headed out of their shared room upon receiving a letter from someone, the Captain made her way towards the stand-up mirror nearby. That large hat atop of her head was removed, allowing her ruby strands of hair flutter down over her shoulders and chest. A small smile found her lips as she looked herself over before she headed for the door and headed back downstairs where she had come from. Those emerald hues scanned the area for a person in particular, he had been handsome and nice, giving them free drinks for their trouble and still allowing them to stay the night; half price as it were.
Rosalya made her way towards the bar where she settled down against the stool, settling for a fruity drink to tide herself over as she lifted a finger in order to call a specific person over. The owner of the place. She knew what people would think if they knew what she was doing, they'd think her easy or loose, but in reality... it was the loneliness in her heart that made her do it. That yearning for somebody special. But after the death of her parents, she came to realize that it was dangerous to tie the knot with somebody. It was hard, especially if she wanted to stay as the notorious pirate that she was -- wanted for the many heists she's done.
Once the owner made his way over, a gentle smile found her lips as she nestled her chin down against the back of her hand. If she could spend nights with men that would treat her right... that'd be enough, right? At least to ease that longing for a little while at least. "I never caught yer name." She gave a small tilt of her head, her hues squinting slightly as she still heard the hitching in her pitch due to the alcohol still in her system for another few hours. "Name's Rosalya. What time 'ya get off, hmm?" Her lids lowered slightly, that smile still in place. She was laying down the hints rather thickly, not bothering cut to the chase of what she wanted from him.
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PulseLast Friday at 11:12 PM
He had seen many adventurers come and go with his time in this tavern. Being in the Core of Bastrath, it was a place where many chose to wander in. Some short, some tall, some big, some small. Some men that were dashing and some that were ugly. Some women that you'd never cast a second glance at, but.. that ruby-haired gal. Now she was definitely a sight to behold. Curves that held her clothes just right (just barely from the looks of it) and a winning smile. She definitely looked out of place with the crew she had, but he figured his chances of getting a little fun were low. He wasn't the type of man to try and maliciously hit on patrons. Just watching from afar was enough, after all.
But then she came back down to the bar. She even beckoned him over. He didn't give a lot of thought to what was going on-- he had done her little group a kindness, so he figured he had earned some sort of kinship. It wasn't the first time he did so for a group slightly rowdy. She asked for his name, causing him to smile softly. "Name's Rorik, ma'am." He bowed his head slightly, almost chuckling at the high pitched voice she exposed him to. Then she asked what what time he got off. His eyes widened a bit at the sound of that.
No one just asked that.
He was going to bite at the bait. Worst comes to worst, she's just worried about last call. "Bar closes in about an hour, Rosalya. Care to keep me company til then?" He smiled over at her as he cleaned glasses. She was quite the sight, wasn't she?
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YamatoLast Friday at 11:21 PM
The smile on his face when he spoke his name had caused her own smile to widen, realizing that the guise that he was putting on for his guests had been genuine rather than completely forced. "Rorik.. I like it." She murmured, cupping her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched him, her own hand gripping onto her next glass of alcohol. Despite the strong drink that Rorik had given to them for free earlier, she was still kicking, which must have been an impressive sight to behold. "An hour... got it." When he asked if she wanted to keep him company until then, she tilted her head, a soft laugh seeping past her lips that began to part. "That was the plan, Rorik. I have to pay you back for everything you've done for us after all~." It was a poor excuse, but the way she looked at him would be enough to tell that she was actually attracted to him.
As he continued to clean glasses and helping the bartender out, who was sending glares her way which she chose to ignore, she'd find herself engrossed in Rorik. They started to talk like... they had been old friends and it felt nice. "How long have you been workin' here, Rorik?" Upon his answer, she'd find herself amused, considering how young he appeared. "Don't worry, you do a mighty good job at what you do. Past couple of places I've been to, high class or not, aren't filled with nice guys like you." It came off flirtatious most likely, but truth was held in what she said.
But she knew better than to trust kindness at face value... she knew it all too well, actually. She had been hurt enough from trusting people that were nice to her. A bad case of judgement on her part, but her heart seemed to override what her head continued to scream at her; that it was stupid to keep trying this. As the time continued by and the two kept talking with one another, she found her digits sliding on top of Rorik's knuckles that were nestled on the bar-top; caressing along them softly. When he'd look at her, she'd merely smile as she noticed the patrons either leaving or heading upstairs to their rooms. "Mind if.. I join you back to your quarters? I'm awfully lonely." While it probably came off as seductive that a beautiful woman was lonely... it was actually the sad truth.
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PulseLast Friday at 11:26 PM
Her question was met with a swift answer. "Worked for five years, owned for three. Had it left to me by my father." It was a big role to fill, considering how many people came and went. Any wrong impressions could lead to bad reviews, which led to lack of revenue. He had those things instilled in him by his father, so it was all he ever knew now. But it was that comment she made about paying him back for everything he had done for them. That look in her eyes.. she was hungry for him, causing his eyes to flicker slightly wide.
He cleaned his glasses, but it didn't come without a few glances her way. Some were to her eyes, absolutely, but some went down to her full breasts. They were practically overflowing from the top she wore, but something told him that by the way she held her stature, she wanted him to look. As if she were trying to bait him in all along. And once her digits slid along his knuckles, his stares were going absolutely everywhere. He was hooked.
Once the shift wrapped up, she mentioned that she wanted to join him at his quarters. At this point, he wasn't even surprised, he was just welcoming the idea of not being blue balled at this point. "Absolutely. Let's move." He had his own special room at the end of the hallway just for him. Once he locked up, he headed upstairs, feeling Rosalya's presence behind him. It was both intense and intoxicating all the same: he had never been with a woman so.. filled out before. He opened the door to his room, letting her in. "Feel free to make yourself at home."
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YamatoLast Friday at 11:35 PM
Rosalya's question for invitation was met with acceptance, causing her to grin as she moved to stand from her seat. The voluptuous woman followed behind him, her hips swaying naturally as she moved. With the door opened to her, she stepped inside, only for it to be closed shortly after. As she was told to make herself at home, she moved to nestle down on his mattress at the very end; a single leg crossing over the other. Once he turned back to face her, she'd smile with a soft laugh and tilt her head, both of her hands pressed onto either side of herself. "C'mere.." She murmured, enticing him to close the distance between them.
As he stood in front of her, she'd lift her arms up, wrapping them around his shoulders as she pulled him in, those emerald hues gazing into doe browns. "I don't want you to think that this is just because you did something nice for me. You're very handsome and I like you." It wasn't a lie, not even in the slightest. "I hope to get to know you more afterward too.." With a soft chuckle, she leaned in, letting her lips meld up into his own set, taking the lead right away. Her fingertips dug into oceanic strands of hair, the other gripping onto the back of his shirt as she pulled him in.
Her back fell down against the mattress, yanking him in to fall on top of her, the two of their lips still locked together and feeling one another out. A brush of her tongue would be felt across the crease of his lips, begging for him to part them as she felt her body arching up into his own, a quiet hitched breath echoing into his mouth once he budged. Her tongue swirled with his own, a few heavy breaths seeping out past her nose as one of her thighs closed in around his hip, their bodies coming together, fitting with one another almost perfectly.
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PulseLast Friday at 11:40 PM
The bartender gazed back to see that the curvy woman was making her way over to his bed. Each and every sway in her waist was deliberate, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her heart pillow-shaped rear in those moments, even as she sat down he found himself enamored. Then she beckoned for him to come closer. Was this seriously happening? Part of him had to wonder if he was stuck in some alcohol-induced stupor, but he wasn't going to just leave her like that.
He headed over to her, only for her to wrap his arms around his shoulders and press her lips deeply into his own. His eyes widened at the sudden kiss, feeling her tug him even closer until he landed on top of her. His waist pressed into her own spread legs, begging him to move with her. His lips parted as her tongue beckoned him to open wide, letting his tongue coil with hers as they made out on the bed. If she was this bold, what stopped him from taking some bold moves himself?
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