Bottoms Buffet 2015

[Aurora]

Eyes take in the reaction, a sly smile appearing.

She looks at Mike and gently shakes her head, “Maybe I’m just a quick learner…” she says with a wink to Cherry. But that aside, she was just going off instinct and what parts of her own body were sensitive. Maybe she had a knack for this? Who knows.

Watching her legs, she begins to think that maybe her first idea was right. Yet at the same time, it felt dangerous to Cherry. She bites her bottom lip as she debates her next move. She decides against going there, at least not yet. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her gut, it was just weird for her. Then again, no boundaries were established, nothing was said to be off limits. Which she would think would be important with something like this.

The candle is moved down the body, stopping mid-thigh, which is where she begins to tip the candle. At least this way it would look like she was playing with Cherry without assuming where her ‘favorite’ spot was. Best play it safe.

[Coco]

For some moments the Wasp was silent, pondering the beauty's words, and her eyes tracked towards the now empty, and likely to stay that way, glass which sat forlornly next to the wet, crumpled napkin on the bar. It wasn't due to any wrathful inclination, no desire to throw another alcoholic concoction, but rather because now she deeply wished that she hadn't wasted such a drink. She still had to pay for it, after all, and Coco wasn't entirely sure anymore that her act of brilliant spite was worth the eight or so dollars. For, as she pondered Vivian's words a revelation came to her. Discretion, in many ways, was not just cowardice or failure to fully embrace ones desires, but rather a different desire altogether. It was much like the concept of denial, she mused. A restraint that was used to enhance certain desires, rather than curtail them. Such was not strange to her, now that she had finally likened the two together. In fact, she often played with a cousin of discretion, deceit, and her knack for it, or rather the desire to have a knack for it had even been acknowledged by her court with a pledge boon.

"Well," Coco spoke finally, looking back to the woman. "I find that I must apologize, then, Vivian. I never meant to infringe upon your desires, nor do I wish to continue to do so. So, if you desire it, I shall take my leave and allow you the chance to enjoy your evening here. Or, if you desire it, allow me to buy you a drink somewhere else, somewhere where I have not already soured someone's evening," she continued, glancing back towards the empty glass and the napkin. "It doesn't have to be now, it could be on some other evening, and the only intention on my end would be in the realm of the friend. No reference to here, no innuendo or flirtation, nothing but conversation unless you desired otherwise."

[Asa]

"Good evening."

Asa returns the greeting, watching as Katya works. The interest was both personal and professional; most suspension being done with harnesses and cuffs, it was a rare treat to see it being done with rope work.

"Your event seems to be going quite well," Asa added.

A subtle nod of approval made the words a compliment more than a simple remark. Whatever had happened at the bar had nothing to do with Katya's preparations or ministrations.

[Aurora]

See, this is why she usually goes with her instincts. But with something like this, caution seemed like the best path.

As Mike offers the white candle, she smiles a thanks and nods her understanding. Using the white made perfect since. She listens to his advice, hovering the candle above Cherry’s sex and flashes a sly smile to her.

The candle tips slowly, she was trying for a few drops as suggested, but her aim was for the panty line. A few drops around the edges, she was hoping it would build up as she works the wax inwards. Without even realizing it, she was holding her breath in anticipation of Cherrys response.

[Coco]

"Oh, I am not one for the stands or the side lines. I crave interaction, not spectacle," Coco replied, slipping from her seat onto her feat. "It is exchange, if you will, that I savor. If I take pleasure from looking at something, it is either due to its artistry or due to the apprehension it grants me of what I am about to enjoy. In this case, I'll leave the enjoyment of looking to others. I'm never willingly one who stands in the way of desire, after all. You could say my entire philosophy is built around it, actually."

A self satisfied smile appeared upon Coco's lips and then one hand dipped inside her vest and then reappeared holding a small burner phone.

"Your number, if you will? So that we might arrange for that evening of conversation?" she inquired, proffering Vivian the phone.

[Asa]

Illuminati.

They, of course, hadn't been the first to place significance or lay claim to the triangle, but the word was what came to mind as Asa considered the shape formed by the woman's legs. Perhaps she contemplated illumination, even. Asa shared the smile and a brow went up, and his head tilted this way, then that. No, he wasn't likely to waste such flexibility, either.

Nor was he likely to show the slightest bit of self consciousness at his frank appraisal of the hanged bottom. He'd always been a leg man.

"Lovely work." Asa's eyes moved back to Katya's own. "I'm sure Vivian has her erstwhile admirer in check."

If, by 'sure', he was sure that Vivian was 'sure' that it would displease him tremendously if she did not. It was a also an assurance that the hostess wasn't being held accountable.

"Speaking of lovely work, I could use someone with organizational skills and a deft touch for managing... people."

Would she understand? Illumination.

"We can speak at more length about that some other evening, if you're interested."