Cath
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Post by Cath on Jul 12, 2024 8:48:04 GMT 1
Aubrey watched all of it, delighting in the choices of the guests. He did wish to stick around with the living goddesses, but wished not to tamper with any results- so instead returned upstairs, watching. People could approach if they felt they had a reason to- no bouncer guarding. Several failed spear throws. Several unlucky guesses. Large hollow apples handed to followers; as expected, most people chose the third trial. A random guess with no wrong answer, on paper. And every now and again, a light cheer and polite claps as someone landed a lucky shot. A self-appreciative cheer as the correct box was picked. Gold coins held tight-fisted like trophies... Or handled poorly, in purses or loose pockets. A mysterious and alluring woman, her face obscured by a sleek black mask, emerges from the Staff area. She is dressed in a sharp, form-fitting black sleeveless dress that accentuates her curves. With a confident and sensual stride, she approaches Aubrey, placing her hands gently on his back. Leaning in close, she whispers something inaudible into his ear, her breath tickling his neck. The woman's movements are deliberate and captivating, hinting at a hidden agenda or deeper connection between the two. The scene exudes an air of intrigue and subtle eroticism, leaving the observer to wonder about the nature of their exchange. Boss, we have a problem.
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Aubrey
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Post by Aubrey on Jul 17, 2024 16:13:55 GMT 1
Aubrey just continues to watch. By now some guests were getting deep into the free drinks. Lips loosened. Inhibitions waned. The club had an almost uncomfortable amount of spaces secure from prying eyes, and any cameras were disabled per his instruction. It was almost like he was encouraging such madness.
So, when he is informed of a potential problem he isn't at all surprised- instead craning his head, and bringing an arm to gently pull her closer, as if leaning in for a kiss with one of many paramours. To anyone that had yet to memorize her curves and gait, she would seem like just the latest he'd brought into his 'private' bed on the second floor. But instead of a kiss, he simply whispered back
"Something beyond expectations? What is it, dear?"
Intimacy could come later, if there truly was an issue at hand.
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