Hotaru
Zeus has crafted you from clay and gold
"Only if you stay on your best behavior," she teases, envisioning stealing away his shorts (and boxers) to leave him in only his pants in the cold of Halo's snowy drifts. She doesn't at all care that she is whisking him away in a flurry of movements and actions, wanting them both to get a mere taste of each other's company to only heighten the anticipation. It works - at least for herself - because as he approaches in attire more reminiscent of when she'd first met him in Torchline, she feels that heat start up in her veins all over again.
His eyes are equally greedy as they take her in, and Hotaru even goes so far as to spin in place to cheekily show off, perfectly confident in her appearance. "Why thank you. As do you, though I have fond memories of you with this little piece gone," she purrs, boldly slipping her fingertip into his waistband to pull at it - and conveniently pull him closer as if to kiss him, only to take the pile in his arms and turn around instead, placing them into the slot next to her own clothes.
"Come, let me show you the mud bath." Taking his hand in hers, she guides him over the smooth tile to the mud bath, which is conveniently utterly empty in a stroke of scheduling bias she'd liberally exercised as the owner. "It has a stone base that is heated with fire to keep the entire bath warm, and the mud is mixed with volcanic ash from Apopo for skin benefits. There is also built-in stone benches and stairs." A true labor of love courtesy mostly of herself and Deimos. Leading the way in down the stairs, the slightly-warm mud clings immediately to her skin until it's nearly up to her breasts by the time she reaches the bottom - though it will be around George's hips given their height difference. Sitting and submerging herself to her shoulders, she turns to lift one leg onto the bench to view him better, something genuinely hopeful hiding in her eyes as she asks, "What do you think?" Halovians may be impressed with anything meant for repose and comfort, but Torchline has far higher standards for things like spas and skincare.
His eyes are equally greedy as they take her in, and Hotaru even goes so far as to spin in place to cheekily show off, perfectly confident in her appearance. "Why thank you. As do you, though I have fond memories of you with this little piece gone," she purrs, boldly slipping her fingertip into his waistband to pull at it - and conveniently pull him closer as if to kiss him, only to take the pile in his arms and turn around instead, placing them into the slot next to her own clothes.
"Come, let me show you the mud bath." Taking his hand in hers, she guides him over the smooth tile to the mud bath, which is conveniently utterly empty in a stroke of scheduling bias she'd liberally exercised as the owner. "It has a stone base that is heated with fire to keep the entire bath warm, and the mud is mixed with volcanic ash from Apopo for skin benefits. There is also built-in stone benches and stairs." A true labor of love courtesy mostly of herself and Deimos. Leading the way in down the stairs, the slightly-warm mud clings immediately to her skin until it's nearly up to her breasts by the time she reaches the bottom - though it will be around George's hips given their height difference. Sitting and submerging herself to her shoulders, she turns to lift one leg onto the bench to view him better, something genuinely hopeful hiding in her eyes as she asks, "What do you think?" Halovians may be impressed with anything meant for repose and comfort, but Torchline has far higher standards for things like spas and skincare.
Such a lovely, pretty hand to hold - if you had the time
