[ME] Masquerade

So he’s here to be “inspired?” By what? Masked people in various states of fancy dress or undress? The lights? The “historical event” of the first meeting? Lily eyes the wolf-masked man with something akin to skeptical disdain - no, no, it was definitely skeptical disdain. He talks of generalities and yet this is a very specific event. With a very specific draw. At least be up front about it. And lose the ego, dude. After a few breaths, Lily lets out a rather drawling “Riiiiiiight,” and directs her attention towards the back room, as perhaps the lights dim a little bit and the sounds begin to change. Though Frey’s magic wasn’t working out here, it wouldn’t be too far fetched for an observant person to notice… changes from that general area. “Well. If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen…” the redhead languidly relinquishes her cup and glides towards the back room, following her ‘inspiration,’ if you will. Soft moans and the distinct smell of sex greet her before her eyes can adjust to the sultry dimness of the room, which is quickly followed by an inexplicable need to shed her clothes, which Lily is all too happy to do.   Slowly, the pale creature watches the jumble of people and slides one strap down, then the other. She reaches back and feels for the buttons on her dress, slipping the tny discs out of their holes. Inch by inch, the green dress falls to reveal her milky, soft breasts - then her navel - then a set of short drapes that definitely match the fiery curtains. Still an outsider, Lily hesitates to take a step towards them, though her fingers trail down, down, down,  to find that she is (to no surprise) aroused by the scene in front of her. lily as if you were on fire from within the moon lives in the lining of your skin