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A shooting star's light
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| [attr="class","posttext"] Juliet was on a high of her own, a totally sense of grounding where the slightest movement of her fabric could be felt at every twist and turn. Sensation of her fishnet rubbing against each other and occasionally catching onto the thin underskirt sent pleasant shivers from how ticklish it make her feel. And even with her excited movements she never had to worry about her pleated skirt ever flip up from the heart-shaped chain weighing it down. Everything down to her breathable long sleeved shirt, and lacy over shirt down to her adorable and accessorized pumps were all in mind to showcase her crafting skills. [break][break]What better advertisement then yourself. [break][break]However it would be wrong to completely say that today was for advertisement purposes-- that wasn't the reason why she was so content. As her mind wondered away from reality, she could vividly still recall the butterflies in her stomach when she read that heartfelt confession. No boundary separated her from her beloved fantasy, not even through the glass screen some agonized over. [break][break]She knew she was their one and only. [break][break] All logic was out the window.[break][break]The music shift, something far more upbeat and fast, the energy of it all sending her to be extatically tapping her foot, and dramatically spinning around, when that beat finally dropped. There she found herself another sight to behold, a deep skinned that seemed to hold some form of air of confidence yet purity about her. Not all but what really caught Juliet was the clothing she was wearing. [break][break]Even with the money she managed to bring with her job she was no where near as popular enough to rack in a lot of money, so rarely did she ever get to see such high quality clothing. The insignificant voice of the worker calling her name barely warrant a proper reaction from the woman, as she took her drink and instantly went to the table her lovely maiden sat at. [break][break] "My god! I just LOVE what you're wearing~" [break][break]Her voice both sounded bright and flirty, even dropping down to a slight coo at the end. While she spoke she slid down into the seat next to them, she'd take out an earbud and her drink that was placed down onto the table now precariously was at the will of a finger she placed on top of it as she'd balance the now tipped drink in a circle. [break][break] "And what kind of care routine you have~" Another swift action without any sign of respecting boundaries, she'd reach over and gently cup a lock of the other woman's hair, pulling it towards Juliet with such tenderness one would think she was handling flower petals. [break][break] "It smells so good!~" She'd free her cup, letting it safely back all to clap her hands together and bring them close to her face. At least right now her bright and cheerful demeanor didn't hide anything malicious underneath. [break][break][break] [attr="class","posttags"][break] |
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