[ Meanwhile, Stelle is already en route. Though she hasn't been to Texas' suite before, she at least has a better idea of how the elevators work, these days. It's only a couple floors up from hers, too, which helps!
Whatever she's feeling, it isn't nerves, just anticipation, the love of a game and of challenges accepted, challenges met. And all of that besides... she likes Texas. And maybe she'd like it if she bit her. Or kissed her. Or any number of things before they even make it between her thighs...
Knock knock, Ms. Texas, your gremlin has arrived. ]
(luckily for them her suite isn't difficult to find, the number itself was given, and she's taking the chance to relax. the bottle itself came from an earlier dare, an earlier chat between herself and ishmael about how they both tend to be around a certain crowd more than they'd like to admit to themselves.
but that's fine, right? the anticipation is something else she feels, the thought of where it could go. some biting, kissing, whatever the night brings. it helps she likes stelle, that she felt similarly about this while making sure that things at least were presentable enough. she did customize her suite as much as it'd allow her to do.
a clash in styles that blends together smoothly in urbanesque street art spray-painted on her walls, the furniture almost having more of a classy appeal. both her past and her present coming together in a harmony when she answers the door in her current choice of fit. a sweater and torn jean's combo. she pulled it off quite well.
lucky them, she's perfectly fine with gremlins.)
My, my, you came by fast. (slight teasing, but she's not one of those "ojou" types she was taught about from certain media when she moves to let stelle come in. music could be heard playing in the background lowly, finding albums that weren't audible smut took some digging but she managed. somehow.)
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Date: 2026-04-12 03:13 am (UTC)Ninth floor, so my suite.
I may or may not have an open bottle of whiskey beside me.
(spoiler alert, she does.)
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Date: 2026-04-14 02:32 am (UTC)[ Meanwhile, Stelle is already en route. Though she hasn't been to Texas' suite before, she at least has a better idea of how the elevators work, these days. It's only a couple floors up from hers, too, which helps!
Whatever she's feeling, it isn't nerves, just anticipation, the love of a game and of challenges accepted, challenges met. And all of that besides... she likes Texas. And maybe she'd like it if she bit her. Or kissed her. Or any number of things before they even make it between her thighs...
Knock knock, Ms. Texas, your gremlin has arrived. ]
I'm here for my lesson~
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Date: 2026-04-14 06:41 am (UTC)(luckily for them her suite isn't difficult to find, the number itself was given, and she's taking the chance to relax. the bottle itself came from an earlier dare, an earlier chat between herself and ishmael about how they both tend to be around a certain crowd more than they'd like to admit to themselves.
but that's fine, right? the anticipation is something else she feels, the thought of where it could go. some biting, kissing, whatever the night brings. it helps she likes stelle, that she felt similarly about this while making sure that things at least were presentable enough. she did customize her suite as much as it'd allow her to do.
a clash in styles that blends together smoothly in urbanesque street art spray-painted on her walls, the furniture almost having more of a classy appeal. both her past and her present coming together in a harmony when she answers the door in her current choice of fit. a sweater and torn jean's combo. she pulled it off quite well.
lucky them, she's perfectly fine with gremlins.)
My, my, you came by fast. (slight teasing, but she's not one of those "ojou" types she was taught about from certain media when she moves to let stelle come in. music could be heard playing in the background lowly, finding albums that weren't audible smut took some digging but she managed. somehow.)