Mei had been delayed. The nature of her delay was...somewhat idiotic. And yet, she could not stop grinning for some reason, even as she dashed through the snow in search of Yumi Hasegawa.[break][break]
She finally spied her roommate talking to a shorter woman with pink hair that Mei did not recognize. Catching her breath, Mei slowed, approaching both women with a friendly smile. Behind her, Deimos prowled, the Glaceon watching her back with a careful eye despite the rather non-threatening winter wonderland nature of the event venue.[break][break]
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized to Yumi, eyeing the in-progress snowboy next to her roommate. Yumi had been good at this last year too, she remembered.[break][break]
"I don't think we've met," Mei greeted the other young woman. "I'm Mei, Yumi's roommate." She paused. "Cute outfit," she added, seafoam eyes twinkling with an air of seductive mischief.[break][break]
Might as well get started with her own snow boy. She knelt down to begin packing up snow into a ball.[break][break]

TAGS – Yumi Hasegawa | nabi park | Open to interactions[break]
NOTES – Outfit[break]
- Prompt met: Interact with a character yours has never met[break]
- Snowboy parts: 1x Bottom

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Mei emerged, grinning, knowing full well that she looked radiant in the dress, but the expression on Mila's face stopped her in her tracks. Her cheeks reddened at the...profoundly smitten way the other woman was gazing at her. A sultry smile followed by light fingertips teasing Mei's arm, and all of a sudden, the seductress was the one compromised by an unexpected intimacy.[break][break]
No, we're just friends, Mei reminded herself. Mila liked to say that about Gunner, but Mei knew the truth of it. It was Mei who was the friend, and Gunner the crush. She didn't resent Gunner for it, nor did she blame Mila. In fact, Mei thought both of them fools for playing their stupid game of denial. They'd both be happier if they just leaned in to accepting one another's affections.[break][break]
Easier said than done, for the human heart.[break][break]
"Let's both buy dresses," Mei murmured, recovering from her momentary stunned state. "It's like they were made just for us."[break][break]
She pushed past Mila, gentle so as not to make it seem as if the closeness between them was unwanted, and re-entered the changing room. It felt good to spend time with someone else like this: not as someone's paid-for escort, but as a genuine companion. Ever since coming to Hoenn, she'd been presented with more and more opportunities to live life for...well, herself.[break][break]
She hoped it would last.

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His affirmation - very nice - sent a shiver through her, and for a blissful moment, she did not feel like his escort but his lover in truth. His touch was sensual and drawn-out, savoring her every curve with something akin to an artist's reverence for a masterful example of their beloved craft. She was worshiped in a way few men ever cared to do, so intent were many on the shameful nature of paying for pleasure - quick to enter, thrust, shudder, and leave.[break][break]
But this was something entirely different; this was the sort of intimacy she craved for her own sake, that her own life had presented precious few opportunities to enjoy. Julien was attentive and ravenous, and the moans she murmured into his mouth did not need to be faked. Strong hands groped her in all the right places, and when they finally came together, she sighed against him, hands curling into his hair as she moved atop him.[break][break]
Whispered praise urged her on, the friction of the jacuzzi jets churning the water around them adding an extra thrill. Pressure building, she pressed herself closer, breath hitching as she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Oh, I'm - " she gasped, unaccustomed to just how deeply satisfying it felt to let go and lose herself in real ecstasy.[break][break]

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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TAGS – FERNANDO SILPH[break]
NOTES – Social[break][break]

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She relished the way he stripped so unabashedly, no-nonsense and straightforward, confident in his body - as he ought to be, considering he had the chiseled muscles of an athlete. Her eyes watched appreciatively as he lowered himself into the water, making no effort to mask her own genuine desire.[break][break]
His orders were clear, and though this was a common dance between client and escort, she found that she wanted to make a show of it in a way that wasn't mere foreplay, but something special. So she turned to face him, and slowly stepped out of her heels. Manicured fingertips languidly - teasingly - unzipped the back of the dress just enough for it to loosen. She pulled at the bodice, and it all fell away in a heap at her feet, followed by a lace thong she'd picked for the occasion.[break][break]
She smiled down at Julien, confident, giving him time to drink in the view of her fully exposed curves before she moved to the lip of the jacuzzi.[break][break]
In one fluid motion, she stepped into the water, and bent to straddle his lap. The warmth of the frothing bubbles was as inviting as the solid feel of him against her thighs, and she leaned in to press her chest to his and plant a kiss beneath his ear.[break][break]
"Now isn't this nice?" She purred, smiling into his neck.

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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CATCHING LAPRAS![break]
NOTES – 0/4 Safari Balls Remaining[break][break]

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CATCHING CETODDLE![break]
NOTES – 1/4 Safari Balls Remaining[break][break]

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CATCHING G!DARUMAKA![break]
NOTES – 2/4 Safari Balls Remaining[break][break]

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She gazed up at Julien with half-lidded, long-lashed eyes. His outstretched hand was no mere invitation: it was an offering, in supplication to a goddess he'd deemed worthy of his worship.[break][break]
She took it, and when their skin touched, a genuine thrill coursed through her. Once on her feet, she reached both hands up to cup his face, silken fingertips running over the strong lines of his jaw. She guided his face downwards, instantly understanding his intention.[break][break]
The kiss was electric, and she melted into it with genuine ardor. So often, she was the expected initiator of intimacy, equal parts temptress and submissive plaything, but this was different. This was one of those rare moments when she felt sincerely coveted - his desire for her born out of approval and respect rather than mere carnality.[break][break]
He wants to know you. The real you.[break][break]
"Julien," she murmured against his lips, savoring his name as if it were a fine wine. "There's a fabulous jacuzzi in this hotel room, one I would be loath to squander. Come," she parted from him, though not before trailing feather-light kisses down his neck. "I wish to make use it."[break][break]
Then she turned and glided away, confident that he would follow.

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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There were three types of men who hired escorts. The overwhelming majority were assholes; the very fact that they needed to pay for sex was telling, and when she ended up alone with them, they would take their pleasure with greedy hands and a selfish disregard for her wellbeing: entirely expected, but no less distasteful. Then there were the socially inept, shy men - equally incapable of wooing women on their own, but harmless and short-lived when it came time to have their way with her.[break][break]
Rarest of them all, were the men who were perfectly charming - perhaps even genuinely chivalrous - but who lacked companionship for some contextual reason: far from home being one of them.[break][break]
Julien was lonely, and Mei found herself suddenly enamored with the raw vulnerability on display before her: the depth of his sincerity.[break][break]
"Technically? I am," Mei replied softly. "I was born in Kanto, but I don't miss it." She shrugged, allowing the brief flash of memories to color her expression with a sudden complexity. Dirty streets, seedy brothels, Rocket-run establishments full of caged luxuries, the GOSSAMER training facility, her first assassination...[break][break]
"Hoenn is my home now. I am lucky to have had the opportunity to make a new life for myself here."[break][break]
She smiled, meaning it. She was lucky. So many had fallen to Rocket's harsh scrutiny, but not Mei. She had survived, and now she would not only continue to do so - she would thrive.[break][break]
"Call me Mei," she added, meaning that too.

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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Mei tried to remember if she'd ever had ratatouille before. Surely she had, though it did not necessarily stand out in her mind. She felt suddenly resolved to try it - perhaps Yumi would enjoy having it one night for dinner. Mei was the primary cook of their little household - when they didn't order delivery or eat out - so she was generally in charge of the weekly menu and groceries.[break][break]
Perhaps it was the slight buzz of the bourbon, or perhaps it was simply the fact that she was enjoying the rather intimate conversation, but all of a sudden, she did not like there being so much distance between them. She imagined running the tips of her fingers down the sharp angle of his jaw - not because it was expected, but because she wanted to.[break][break]
"And do you often miss home?" She asked, voice low and sultry, seafoam eyes sincerely curious as she gazed at him. Her drink was finished, so she set the empty glass on the small, ornate table between them with a soft clink.

TAGS – Julien Demassieux[break]
NOTES – MISSION | DRESS

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PASSING![break]
NOTES – 3/4 Safari Balls Remaining[break][break]

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