There’s no one that can make her feel as good as she looks quite like caden maher. There’s even a soft laugh that escapes past the bright smile as he twirls her around on the dance floor and then back into his arms.

Galas and balls aren’t a foreign concept to Toni. She grew up attending soirees very similar to this. The majority being fundraising functions her mother would drag them along to. The dancing came naturally. It’s something her mother insisted she know how to do properly. A hand settles in his, and another on his shoulder as he leans in close. Caden’s hot breath against her ear curls her dark painted lips into a wicked grin. Although friends, her biology betrays her. It sends a pleasurable shiver down her spin that ignites a small fire.

”Hmm, how did I get so lucky to snag myself such a hot date?” her grin his playful, but behind long lashes her gaze is wicked, “Seriously, Caden, I’m going to have to beat them off with a stick,” men and women alike.

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caden maher
Dress: Here
Flirt with a character
Get hot/cool down teehee

A small smile flicks across her lips when she catches him looking. It’s a pleased one, approving almost. The narcissistic side of her relishes in the attention, constantly craving more. She settles into his indifferent gaze with a sense of comfort. She will not admit to being pleasant company herself – most of the time she’s not.

“Well, lucky for you I have no idea who you are or where you come from. I can provide an unbiased opinion,” her gaze draws away momentarily to the finger that idly draws circles over the water’s surface. In order to remain unbiased, she doesn’t pry into his background, “Why are you up here all alone? No one special to keep you company?” if he’s as charming as he admits, she’s sure there’s plenty of men and women that would kill to accompany him to a steamy spa.

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Remiel Calcifet
G7Z39|hh
837-66= 771

A deep breath brings with it the smell of chlorine, but it can’t mask the floral scent of ana’s hair as it brushes against her lips. They leave only when the gentle caress of her cheek pulls her away. A hand reaches up to meet ana’s as her head turns, placing a gentle kiss on the palm of the other’s before smiling.

“mmm, yes. so much time to make up for,” an arm slips around ana’s waist, a subtle pull presses them together. She can’t get enough of the feel of the woman’s soft skin against her own, “do you plan on staying in hoenn long?” she pries, for greedy purposes, of course.

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ANA STONE

Toni listens closely to the hints, but the softness intensifies into something more keen to bitterness. Her eyes roll dramatically, she knows both of these things already. They are currently heading towards the park and he’s already asked if she could wait to eat, “Please, Caden,” she begins, but the annoyance is cut short by the sharp yelp of puppies as they near.

There’s no denying they are frikken cute.

Even toni flashes a warm smile at the little pups. Her grip around Caden’s arm tightens as she resists the urge to grab one and cuddle it hard. A riolu with obviously filthy paws begs to be held. Toni denies the pup that (she can’t soil her white blouse) but dos reached forward to scratch it behind the ears. It seems somewhat satisfied with the attention, “why are there so many puppies out here? Is it an adoption fair?” she rises back to full height, glancing around at the various dog-type pokemon running around on pens.

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caden maher

MISSION

OUTFIT

Toni glances away, also letting her gaze drift up towards the fading murals on the ceiling. At one point in time there was probably very little that compared to their beauty. Now they were a fraction of what they use to be. Still impressive, but they leave quite a bit to the imagination.

Subtly he shoulder shrug as she lifts her arms the rest her elbows on the ledge behind her, “Yeah, something like that,” she smiles. Arching her back, she dips her hair into the warm water to slick it back and keep it out of her face, “Oh, did we?” her gaze flutters back down to the royal with a hint of curiosity, “Hm, I’m glad you think so,” she agrees, but after a moment she continues, “And what makes you pleasant company, Remiel?”

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Remiel Calcifet
PliUvjEg
937-100= 837

Hm? Oh, yes, ominous indeed,” she smile softly up at Caden. Honestly, Toni wasn’t paying any attention to the introduction. Her attention was pulled elsewhere, drifting over the beautiful people. They sparkled like star against a pale background of soft light and intergalactic decorations. Toni sparkled as well. Her family jewels spread across earrings, a choker, and bangle style bracelets adorned her olive skin.

A waiter drifts by with a plate of eggs topped with caviar. She’s quick one up and inspect it. The caviar looks of fine quality. Satisfied, she pops it in her mouth before washing it down with champagne. Her sharp brown eyes drift up to smile eat Caden. A waiter takes her empty glass, “I’d be honored,” she reaches to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek before allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.

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caden maher
Dress: Here
Reference the moon/stars
Kiss a character
Mention the hors d’oeuvres

she gets what she wants, as does he. It’s a carnal exchange of pleasure driven by a body’s desires and little more. The once flawless canvas is now marked by his intimate exploration with streaks of red across her back and swollen welts from his lips across her chest and neck. The imperfections will eventually fade.

She’s satisfied, content, more relaxed than she was earlier now that the tension has dissipated. She stands closely behind him, taking the time to admire the scars she failed to notice earlier. Her fingertips trail gently down his broad shoulders, tracing the outlines with a reverence she rarely shows. She doesn’t ask how he got them – that’s not important nor does she wish to hear of his stories of hardship. The implications are enough for her.

Toni leans forward, gently pressing into his back as her lips lightly graze the length of a particularly long scar. Beautiful. She ends it with a kiss before floating back into the heat of the water. She finds the ledge beneath the surface and settles there, a small smile gracing her pink lips, “Well, that was fun,” she teases, tilting her head slightly and keeping her gaze fixed on him.

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@onyx
2ZditsRC
394-23= 371

Normally, toni pursues to dominate and tame. With ana, it’s a different craving. She’s powerful, wielding a cunning brilliance that has made her a tempest worthy of much more than simply satisfying a craving. She has built an empire out of nothing. Toni holds a great deal of respect and admiration for this woman. Simply being allowed such intimacy is a humbling experience. She won’t disappoint. She’ll give ana everything she deserves and more.

Ana’s touch finds her, a sharp exhale of hot breath against the other’s lips tells her so. Her craving does not go unnoticed. Again, toni give her what she wants. A foot gently hooks around the other’s ankle and with a gentle pressure, she widens both their stances. The squeeze encourages toni to go deeper, apply more pressure. The hunger of her own touch grows in tandem with ana’s. she circles, searching for a spot that make’s Ana weak in her knees. As the touch deepens, so does the kiss. Although still gentle, toni persists, her tongue looking to explore, to taste the other’s.

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ANA STONE

Misunderstood? Did she, now?

Toni’s lips curl into a toothy grin. Her head tilts again, a bit more of her prolife coming into view as she glances back. Toni catches the silhouette of a woman. She’s daring . . . or just stupid. Toni shows appreciation for one, but certainly not the other, “Hm, I think you misunderstand,” she corrects, “And I wasn’t suggesting,” there’s an eerie calmness to her voice but an unmistakable warning laced between he words.

Finally, she shifts to turn around and confront her, ”Move a-,” her command is cut short again when she sets eyes on the white haired woman accosting her. There’s something . . . familiar about her.

A finger rises to gently pull the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, dark eyes peering out from behind them at the woman, “Cynthia?”

Meanwhile, the Crocnaw’s approach is rather uneventful. It’s careful, precise, unsuspecting. The fishermen go about their business, readying their tools.

The approach of the predator tingles the Eeelctrik’s senses. An approach being, electrified by each muscle twitch. Cautiously, the eel slithers from beneath the cover of the net. The amphibious pokemon suddenly peeks under the vessel from the underside of the boat. Electricity flashes and bursts from its serpentine body, firing a thunder wave towards the Crocnaw. From the depth, similar to the Crocnaw, another predator emerges. The agility boosted Sharpedo open its mouth, shooting up like a fighter jet to crunch the Crocnaw in its jaws and beeline it to shore unless it misses.

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@cynthia

He crawls deeper. Another moan, louder this time. She has no care who hears or who sees. Let them stew in their jealousy, their opinion hardly mattered. All that mattered was her indulgence, her cravings, her release, and the tool in front of her that she’d use to reach her goals.

His own moan is intoxicating, so she tightens her grip, coaxing more to the surface. By the end of this she’d have him screaming her name, worshiping her like the goddess she is.

He advances, a rough, hungry kiss that trails down her skin. His tongue sends a pleasurable shiver down her spine, resonating in other areas she wants it to explore. A hand drifts to his back, looking to sinks her claws into his skin as she pulls him even closer.

A gasp of surprise parts her lips as her fingertips find his flawed skin. The touch turns gentle, tracing the variety of scars that line his broad shoulders. Turns out he’s more than just a pretty face – he’s a survivor.

A renewed sense of desire overwhelms her. He’s been hunted before but has slipped through their fingers. He wouldn’t slip through hers. She’d finish the job, stake her claim though in a very different way. Change of plan.

The gentle touch increases in intensity until her nail drive into the marred skin of his back. She pulls herself forward, standing and spinning them around. A pressure coaxes him down to sit while she follows, slowly settling on his lap. The predatory grin remains and shines with primal desire. She’d give him everything in order to take everything from him, devour him whole, complete the hunt.

”say my name.”

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@onyx
3htPbT6x
476-82= 394

The gentle waves lap up the sand, gently washing against her feet as she stares out at the ocean. Specifically, she is watching a certain fishing boat acting as bait for the trouble-making pokemon to stalk. Everything seems quiet, for now.

That is until the woman’s voice cuts through from behind her. Toni doesn’t turn around, barely even glances over her shoulder. She shifts her hips hugged by the small two-piece’s bottoms. A hand rests on her hip while the other tucks a bit of brown hair behind her ear. The other woman attempts to placate her with a compliment. Unfortunately, Toni is in work-mode and the hunt is already on. It’s too late, “No. Move along,” a hand waves her off, dismissing.

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@cynthia

She feels like silk beneath her fingertips. A supple, beautiful body worth revering. That’s exactly what Toni will do. It’s quite different than when she’s with a man. Men she dominates, women she worships.

A gentle kiss, so light and brief it’s as if it was a dream. It sparks a craving for more, more than just the taste of her lips. Toni’s grip on ana tightens slightly, pulling her even closer in her desire for her. Ana guides her hand low and toni takes it upon herself to predict the woman’s implications.

Fingertips gently glide up ana’s inner thigh, tracing a curved path towards the center of her power. Toni’s fully invested in pleasing her goddess. So, when Ana gives her a command, she humbly complies with a gentle pressure while keep ana's gaze, “as you wish,” she whispers back. Another brief, soft kiss breaks the thin veil between their lips.

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ANA STONE