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experimenstation2018-10-16 12:59 pm
irovedout) wrote in experimenstation2018-10-16 12:59 pm
Bath
Did you know Ioniel Station has at least one public bath house? Did you know that it wasn't gender segregated? Did you know that it had a bar?
Cinder knew. She'd just found out. And while the shower in her room was VERY nice by her standards, there was definitely something to be said for drinking martinis in the nude while lounging in a swimming pool sized bath tub decorated with marble columns. Sure, some people here wore swimsuits or towels, but she didn't feel like being one of them today. Apparently everyone was supposed to be fucking each other silly out here anyways. She considered this a form of advertising, almost.
A few things set her apart from most of the other people. First, her ears marked her as an elf (if the above average grace and dexterity hadn't clued you in, but that was harder to notice when she was just sitting there.). Second, there was a wound on her thigh. It was healing nicely and had stitches in it, but it sure did look like someone had stabbed her with a knife or something not too long ago. Last, but not least, was her honestly spectacular chest. These are the kind of breasts teenagers dream of.
She glanced up from her drink when she noticed someone she recognized from the common room (you), and waved them over, utterly unselfconscious of her own nudity. "Hell of a place, huh?
Cinder knew. She'd just found out. And while the shower in her room was VERY nice by her standards, there was definitely something to be said for drinking martinis in the nude while lounging in a swimming pool sized bath tub decorated with marble columns. Sure, some people here wore swimsuits or towels, but she didn't feel like being one of them today. Apparently everyone was supposed to be fucking each other silly out here anyways. She considered this a form of advertising, almost.
A few things set her apart from most of the other people. First, her ears marked her as an elf (if the above average grace and dexterity hadn't clued you in, but that was harder to notice when she was just sitting there.). Second, there was a wound on her thigh. It was healing nicely and had stitches in it, but it sure did look like someone had stabbed her with a knife or something not too long ago. Last, but not least, was her honestly spectacular chest. These are the kind of breasts teenagers dream of.
She glanced up from her drink when she noticed someone she recognized from the common room (you), and waved them over, utterly unselfconscious of her own nudity. "Hell of a place, huh?