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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:43:11 GMT -5
*Sylvia leaned forward gently, her lips precariously near Virginia’s neck.*
“Don’t fret. It won’t hurt. I promise to be very gentle.”
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:45:35 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Virginia had long since lost track of the mental notes she'd been keeping along the way, but hoped they might return when she had to put her newly-learned skills to use. She rolled onto her side and looked at Sylvia with puzzlement.* "...And men like that?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:52:43 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s mind flew briefly to the men who enjoyed merely the viewing of two women together and smiled, but turned to answer Virginia’s question.*
“Well, there are some obvious variations due to anatomical differences, but yes, overall men tend to enjoy such things. In time you may learn the vast eclectic nature of their desires, should you choose to indulge them. But there is no need to rush such things. Start with what you are most comfortable with. It will teach you confidence and in turn your confidence will encourage you and hone your skills.”
*She sighed lightly, stretching her neck gently.*
“But there is no reason to hurry into these pleasures. If you would like, I can show you to your room and you can rest. If you would like to further your studies, we can do so tomorrow. Does that sound agreeable?”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:55:46 GMT -5
*Virginia felt utterly relaxed and strangely content, and in this vulnerable state the day's fatigue had begun to creep in at her mind. She nodded and rose, donning again the borrowed clothes.* "Tomorrow will be fine, thank you," *she said, smiling at Sylvia as she buttoned the dress.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:59:19 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled and dressed again herself, and then took her hand again gently, leading her out of the room and down the hall to a vacant room. It was smaller, but still very lushly decorated. She turned to face her.*
“If there’s anything you need, I’m right down the hall. If there is a green cord on the door handle, I am free.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 1:04:11 GMT -5
*Virgina smiled.* "Thank you, again. I feel as though we are friends already," *she impulsively kissed Sylvia lightly on the cheek before bidding her goodnight and retiring to her room.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 1:07:19 GMT -5
*Sylvia returned her kiss, smiling softly.*
“We are my sweet, we are. Not even I can resist your charms. Sleep well.”
*She turned and headed back down the hall, complimenting herself on a job well done.*
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Post by Erik on Mar 28, 2007 9:48:30 GMT -5
((Trust fic to justify prostitution so eloquently. So awesome. [small]so Inara[/small]))
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Post by River on Mar 28, 2007 11:35:18 GMT -5
((Yeah for Firefly! Inara ruled. Oh and Ginny, Wilbur is going to be very confused.))
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 12:20:31 GMT -5
((Oh man, no one she knows is gonna hire her by accident, are they? ))
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Post by Kris on Mar 28, 2007 12:25:27 GMT -5
((They're probably all blinded by cleavage. She's totally in diguise.))
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Post by Emily on Mar 28, 2007 12:35:21 GMT -5
((But it's not like she wouldn't recognize them and be all "um...I have to wash my um...bye."))
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