A hand grabs Anvil's arm, pulling him away. By none other than Blaze, who shushes the blacksmith. "Its me, cutie." Expression ever playful: a cheerful grin, orbs glowing akin to flames. Pinning the other against the wall. "Wanna mutually ditch work for a few hours?" Ever elite operator questions, loosing her clothes, giving him a sneak peek.
No Lewds in this house || @chaintimeless
It’s often enough to get dragged away like this that he doesn’t even put up a resistance. To where the fline drags him is anyone’s guess, but it always spells some kind of disaster and this time seems no different. A secluded section of the landship it seems, in only hushed whispers as she pins him against the wall. Ah, so he followed her into a trap. Of the sexually deviant kind. If he was anything like that Aegir or Liberi he made the scooter for he might have willingly fell to temptations. She is attractive and quite possibly right up his alley but...
“So this is how the Elite of the Elite are, huh? Quite frankly I’m sad to say I’m disappointed Blaze. You couldn’t even finish your work faster so you could ask me, instead you suggest we DITCH work instead. That’s quite bottom of the barrel work ethics from you.”
Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. The liberi is entirely unperturbed by this turn of events. Hardly his first rodeo now, he can even say he’s developed a tolerance towards the ongoing shows of nudity that make themselves present almost weekly here. So a simple flash of what’s to come... is well not nearly as enticing as it was two years ago. It shouldn’t be possible, but for once it seems the smith has mastered his own libido now. Even worse it’s that rolled up newspaper being projected. A move he had learned from a certain director.
Thwap!
“Blaze, I suggest you get back to work. I’m not going to rat you out but you definitely have a reputation to hold. It would definitely be awful if this were to spread. Put your boobs back up.”
