#thaliaxmoore

{Text-Uriel}: And here I thought you mortals liked your boring meetings. What is it for?

It was never unusual to find the professor in the Crimson Clover during the evenings, particularly after family dinner.  The club may as well have been a separate home given how comfortable she was in the space.  Not to mention the amenities that were found at the top of the stairs.

No, what was unusual was just how easily distracted she was that evening.  Every thrum of bass was felt low in her stomach, nipples visibly hard despite the custom latex dress she was wearing.  Jude almost regretted the choice, even if it was sort of a standard uniform while she was overseeing the Clover.  Latex always made her feel particularly sensual, and that was clearly unnecessary tonight.

She was doing her best to continue to attend to her responsibilities, keeping eyes out for their staff and schmoozing with customers.  But the more crowded the place got, the more she was considering slipping upstairs to find some relief alone.  Until her telepathy picked up on a familiar flavor of thought, curious as to what brought Thalia to the club.  The djinn weaved through the crowd to seek her out, even if every body she brushed against did nothing to help her current level of desire.

Jude gave the girl a warm smile, or an attempt at one.  It would hardly be shocking if that arousal also came out, delicate fingers reaching to push the slave’s hair behind her ear.  “What brings you out here tonight, my darling?”

"Man, this is a difficult question to answer. Best overall would probably be Jude. There's just something nice about not having to worry that I'm going to hurt her by accident because of my strength. Katell is one of the best submissives I've had the pleasure of fucking. Thalia is right up there with Katell. Dakota is one of the most adventurous partners I've had."

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

The box of shattered pysankas stood between them. It was entirely silent as each did not breathe. The sound of dust falling through the air could even be a deafening roar between them. Every single one of them was shattered and Sofiya could see them spilling out of the box. Insolent creature! Useless pet! Other such insults and worse surged in her mind. Her pysankas were shattered! Thankfully the box containing the truly old stone and clay versions from the 14th century and on were in a safe location. However, this box contained some real egg versions from the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries. 

Such a gaze that could truly kill slowly moved from the box to the girl who she dared to speak and explain herself. 

Abbi may not have considered herself to be the most observant person. Even when her powers forced her to see everything, things she had no desire to see, she could have her head in the clouds more often than not. But when a friend was hurting, she did everything that she could to try and notice. And help, if they would let her. That was her current plan today, as she had the day off from Moon Dance, and a redhead down the hall who looked like she could use a little fun in the sun. Dressing in a Janis Joplin tank and cut-offs, Abbi pulled her wild waves into a messy topknot and stuffed a few things into her tote, then wandered down to Thalia’s cell.

“What’s shakin’, bacon?” She asked with a warm grin, head tilted as she regarded the other. “Any plans for the day? No? That’s what I thought. Get up, you’re coming with me. We need to get you in the sun before I need shades just to look at you” Abbi teased, though her azure eyes showed nothing but friendly concern and compassion.

Text: Oh, what kind of dare? Do you have to go streaking through campus? Memorable college memories, huh? 

Text; I’m guessing I can’t wish for more wishes? :p