Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160910210542/@comment-28358106-20160918201202

She pulls away. Her eyes are bright fuschia, her hair is different, the runes on her body show right through her clothing, and she definitely does not have the same bearing.

"Hahh. This is more like it." The corner of her mouth curls into a laviscious grin...

She kicks the table out of the way and leaps on you. She graps you with both arms and straddles you as you sit on the bench. She pulls away and begins rapidly unbuttoning your shirt, as the patrons begin staring and the staff begins to gather nervously...