-Morning-
"Stay safe, love." Melodia said this with a soft kiss to her wife, Alara, as she headed out for the day. With that, Melodia, cleaned the kitchen and moved to the bedroom to change. She had a client meeting in about six hours and so wanted to change. She looked in the closet and at her outfits; at how her life had seeped into Alara's world. The various outfits, costumes, and swimsuits of hers told a story all of their own accord. But nowhere was her impact more evident than the black leather riding crop lying on the ground. Had fallen off the hook she'd installed there and as she held it she giggled. Snapping it in the air she whispered, playfully, almost to herself, "Who's my naughty girl?" She blushed, in spite of herself and hung the crop back up. Melodia paused and wondered to herself how many she'd used that on and felt her expression soften to less than a smile as she realized:
She'd lost count.
With a gulp and a shake of her head she grabbed the outfit she'd wanted. something casual, her spring skirt, white and her black hempen camise top. She got dressed and slipped on her boots, the simple black pair and checked her jewelry. The blue slime earring she wore, a novelty she'd picked up from a vendor in Limsa once, always worked well and gave her a youthful appearance. Once settled and happy with her look she headed to Ul'dah and the outside the Quicksand, one of her favorite places to watch people.
Sitting on one of the benches she watched the passersby with interest. Their words, clothes and faces always of interest to her. some discussing a day's adventure planned, and others still of scheming inside the Quicksand proper. As a clothing hound she always took note of colors, fabrics and outfits of those passing by. Some looked amazing and others atrocious, but she would never fault someone for trying. Her mind drifted for a moment, wondering how Alara was faring. She was an adventurer and was out quite a bit, but Melodia still always worried for her safety.
"Hey there cutie."
The voice pulled her back to the moment and she glanced sideways to the blonde Miqo'te sitting beside her. The woman was barely dressed, save for a short skirt and swimsuit top. Melodia smiled at the woman and returned the greeting. "Hello yourself." The woman smiled at Melodia the two engaged in a pleasant discussion before Meldoia felt her urges, always near the surface, bubbling like lava in an active volcano. She heard the words leaving her lips, "Are you busy at the moment?" The woman shook her head and Melodia smirked. As she led the woman to the inn, she felt the conflict she always felt in her heart. She just met this woman and yet the need to take her was quite strong. She always felt this way, though she fought it each and every time she could.
This was not one of those times and the two women giggled as the door shut behind them, leaving them to their private engagement.
"Stay safe, love." Melodia said this with a soft kiss to her wife, Alara, as she headed out for the day. With that, Melodia, cleaned the kitchen and moved to the bedroom to change. She had a client meeting in about six hours and so wanted to change. She looked in the closet and at her outfits; at how her life had seeped into Alara's world. The various outfits, costumes, and swimsuits of hers told a story all of their own accord. But nowhere was her impact more evident than the black leather riding crop lying on the ground. Had fallen off the hook she'd installed there and as she held it she giggled. Snapping it in the air she whispered, playfully, almost to herself, "Who's my naughty girl?" She blushed, in spite of herself and hung the crop back up. Melodia paused and wondered to herself how many she'd used that on and felt her expression soften to less than a smile as she realized:
She'd lost count.
With a gulp and a shake of her head she grabbed the outfit she'd wanted. something casual, her spring skirt, white and her black hempen camise top. She got dressed and slipped on her boots, the simple black pair and checked her jewelry. The blue slime earring she wore, a novelty she'd picked up from a vendor in Limsa once, always worked well and gave her a youthful appearance. Once settled and happy with her look she headed to Ul'dah and the outside the Quicksand, one of her favorite places to watch people.
Sitting on one of the benches she watched the passersby with interest. Their words, clothes and faces always of interest to her. some discussing a day's adventure planned, and others still of scheming inside the Quicksand proper. As a clothing hound she always took note of colors, fabrics and outfits of those passing by. Some looked amazing and others atrocious, but she would never fault someone for trying. Her mind drifted for a moment, wondering how Alara was faring. She was an adventurer and was out quite a bit, but Melodia still always worried for her safety.
"Hey there cutie."
The voice pulled her back to the moment and she glanced sideways to the blonde Miqo'te sitting beside her. The woman was barely dressed, save for a short skirt and swimsuit top. Melodia smiled at the woman and returned the greeting. "Hello yourself." The woman smiled at Melodia the two engaged in a pleasant discussion before Meldoia felt her urges, always near the surface, bubbling like lava in an active volcano. She heard the words leaving her lips, "Are you busy at the moment?" The woman shook her head and Melodia smirked. As she led the woman to the inn, she felt the conflict she always felt in her heart. She just met this woman and yet the need to take her was quite strong. She always felt this way, though she fought it each and every time she could.
This was not one of those times and the two women giggled as the door shut behind them, leaving them to their private engagement.
