[Mini Event] Masquerade

Much to Rexanna’s surprise, there was a slight lack of trouble as Lucas wrapped his arm around her, she moved closer to him, pressing up against him as her eyes drifted from Edy and Alorhea, to Bastien, then finally back on Lucas. She was certainly out of her element, but Frey had told her to experience more – to indulge more, and yet here she was. Perhaps this would fix her voice, perhaps it wouldn’t, but she couldn’t deny that it would be quite the story later. She stood a bit closer to the group, now sitting on her knees and pressing closer to Lucas while one of her hands drifted toward Edy to give a playful scratch of her nails along the woman’s side while Bastien distracted her. A smirk played on her lips as her head lifted and Lucas’ lips found her neck. Her other hand lifted to tangle in his hair as a slight, yet perhaps very pleased sound slipped through her lips at the feel of his teeth grazing against her throat. But then something all too familiar happened. The room darkened but in a pleasing way, as well as her body. The coil of nervousness that had been so tight within her had been ripped free, and the scent that enveloped the room caused her smile to grow even brighter. She had a feeling her god was here – and if they were, perhaps it would make it all easier for her in the long run. But what she had perhaps noticed more was the change in Lucas as she knelt by him, swiftly running her leg over him to straddle him. And with her other hand that had delicately graced and scraped along Edy’s side, she had removed to fully remove the rest of her dress. RexannA rebellion sits well on you; like a red coat, or the gilt gold burnish of youth.

coding