Come into my parlor

[true_noir]

Who: Chloe and "Alkaid"
What: Alkaid tries to track Chloe down and ultimately stumbles into her accidentally
Where: Center City
How: Prose
Why: Because Chloe's kind of a bitch
Warnings? Fighting, Angst, Revelations of Death, Dub-Con, Knife-play. Chloe.

Really, it had been just over a week. Chloe was a little surprised that Alkaid hadn't come charging to find her already. Of course, it never really dawned on her that the fighter might have been a little daunted by the sheer scale of the city. If she didn't actually use the device to set up a meeting, disappearing was easy to do on accident, and Chloe hadn't yet gotten her 'friend's' new address.

So, it was that after a week, Chloe started looking around for rumors of the red-head making a nuisance out of herself. After all, Alkaid was about as quiet as a freight train on most days. It couldn't be that hard to find her...

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[persistentdawn]

She shifted in place, feeling very small and helpless as the far more confident and erotic woman towered over her. Speaking venom that she was succumbing to each time she spoke. Her eyes glanced sharply to the side, before catching the beads that she had now withdrawn. And staring at them through confused, if not worried eyes.

The growl brought her attention back to Chloe. Eyes widening at the implication and lips trembling when she realized just what she was saying. "H-hey...what are you saying. Of course I don't..." She muttered in a low voice, each time feeling that toy near or against her lips when she moved them. Was this woman really going to...

[true_noir]

"Liar," she said, reaching up with one hand and releasing Alkaid's breasts to take hold of her by the head. She started to slide around so that her hips were positioned over the young woman's head, strap-on hovering right above her lips while she guided it down, worming up against that entrance and hunting for admission in. The other hand, though, was no less busy. She was oiling up the beads, leaning down to make sure none of that naughty little fabric was in her way...

before the first started to nudge its way gently at the back door. "Go on. Open wide. I think I've heard your pretty little voice for long enough."