TEST DRIVE MEME #18

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Arrival

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, and they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and have an ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. The staff may be pushy, or they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen, where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, there's a demonic bartender who seems to know how to mix any drink you can imagine (and a few you can't). Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit. There's also a new addition of a karaoke machine.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.


Stand Your Ground

Rise and shine, dear guests! The weather outside is as frightful as it's ever been, oddly cold. Colder than it was even at this time last year, but it seems to match the mood of the staff. Another sinner uprising, another looming threat of outsiders wanting to wreck Hell, and the staff is understandably exhausted and down in the dumps. Still, they seem to be at least trying to spread the Halloween cheer with more decorations! Gaudy decorations are in every square inch of the hotel, along with some unique looking jack-o-lanterns that seem to watch you wherever you go!

There are even some absolutely cute little turnip ones from the old timer demons who insist it's the only way for it to be done!

Lucifer and Lilith are both curiously missing in action at this time. If asked, the staff will helpfully explain that there were poltergeists and then one of the sinners lost it and tried to take over Hell, again. They'll also complain at length about how absolutely ridiculous it is that anyone thinks they're capable of ruling this place over Lucifer himself. Feel free to try to escape the incoming rant! But either way, the big guy in Hell is apparently putting up more barriers to prevent things like this from happening in the future!

And to handle an outside threat called The Veiled Order apparently, but don't you worry about them! They're simply not important at the moment and absolutely not not planning a bit attack soon. Nope.

New arrivals (and old!) should enjoy the rather expansive breakfast the demons have made in the dining hall. There will be plenty of breakfast foods ranging from bacon to pancakes to donuts and anything in between to encourage indulgence. There's no need to hold back now, right? You're already dead! So eat up all that unhealthy food and maybe add something a little bit stronger to your coffee than just plain cream! No one is judging around here, especially when there's a few bottles of top shelf alcohol available next to the coffee station.

And if one thing isn't frowned upon in Hell, it's gluttony. No one will judge if you want a taste of human flesh or cute kitten out of curiosity or anything.

Staff will encourage guests to take it easy. Things have been rough lately, and they're only bound to get rougher!


Reach Up High

Prompt I: Jesus Wept

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture, extreme gore.

Somewhere from within the hotel is an ominous rumble behind a closed door. This time, it isn't from any wayward mages or ill-timed bombing attempts, but the unlocking of a previously forbidden room. There are eerie screams from within, followed by menacing laughter as the door swings open of its own accord. The room within is painted in nothing but darkness and a thick fog.

For those who would dare approach, they will be able to make out the outlines of chains hanging in wait from the ceiling, but most other details are obscured. There may be a brief flash of figures in the shadows, the stench of blood. This feels like a bad idea, but sinners are drawn forward anyway. There's something of a promise inside this room... something new and exciting, greater than anyone is capable of imagining!

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, don't you?

Before common sense can win out, guests will find themselves pulled into the room and hear the gut-wrenching slam of the heavy door behind them. Once inside, guests will be able to make out the torn apart bodies on the ground, halved or nothing but splatters of guts and bone. Despite all logic, some will still be writhing and moaning still. Whether in pleasure or pain, it's difficult to tell

Look closer still and sinners may notice one has managed to scrawl with their bloody handprint:

There are no limits.

It may feel as if reading those words puts things into motion. Suddenly, one of the poor sinners will find the chains lashing out, hooks sinking in deep as they find their purchase on their bodies and pull. They will find themselves pulled into an almost gruesome mockery of a crucifixion pose. Arms drawn up, legs held in place. Clothes may be torn or shredded as their unmarked bodies are marred with the hooks. Flesh and muscle stretch under the strain. Fortunately, it doesn't go further.

Not yet.

"My dear guests, we haven't explored the depths to which pain can show our true selves in a while, have we? And with all the energy flowing around our little community, I had more than enough time to prepare this surprise for all of you. This is a room that had been locked off for a while now, and my children trapped within have found themselves rather bored lately," Lucifer's voice rings out within both ears of the sinners, eerily reassuring despite the hellscape in front of them.

"I want to show you the lengths Hell used to go to, the pain and pleasure mix of true torment. It's in suffering that we find our true selves. I do firmly believe that. We find out who we're meant to be, what we're meant to be, giving and receiving pain. Help one another and you will be set free!"

The fog dissipates enough to reveal a table nearby full of all sorts of horrifying instruments. Paddles, whips, some of them barbed in nauseating ways. There's wax to melt, knives. Needles to pierce flesh with. There are instruments that deliver enough electric current into the recipient to hurt and leave them writhing, gags for when their cries become too much.

"Next to your instruments, you will find a list of sins and wrongdoings your lovely captive has done in their lives, both here and back home. Read it and punish accordingly. Remember, there is freedom in humiliation as well as pain. Force them to see who they truly are inside. There's also redemption to be found in the punishment. You are delivering God's divine justice! You are God's hand! He will be so pleased..."

In the shadows, there are those same figures standing in wait, ready to manipulate the hooks.

"You will have no more than four attempts to carry out your punishment. Failure or refusal to do so will result in another hook driving into our poor bound soul here. After your four attempts, I am sorry to say they will be torn apart by my friends in the shadows with you, and you will have murder added to the list of sins tainting you. It would be such a needless shame to fail at this, wouldn't it? And who knows, perhaps you'll find you adore this path..."

There's a short laugh from Lucifer, as if he just made a brilliant joke. "Succeed in your punishment and you will both be released with one more sin removed from your list. Don't worry about any injuries... there are bandages and other aids available just outside. Now, my darlings, go have fun."

[As this is a Hellraiser based prompt, feel free to assume anything with a sadomasochistic bent to it can be found within the room. Attacking the demons controlling the chains will not stop them. They seem to be invulnerable to attacks and are only there to observe and add additional hooks when they deem fit. When a punishment is deemed worthy enough to release the hooked partner is left up to player discretion, but a character is only allowed to fail a punishment four times before they have to witness a horribly gory scene.]


Prompt II: Let's Play a Game

WARNINGS: mutilation, blood, torture.

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. These are words from my Father's own book, preaching the ever so present importance of putting one's own worth below that of his fellow man. So very poetic, yes? And heroic. Only the truly good would be so selfless. Fortunately, I'm not asking you to kill yourselves here. Not exactly, at least." Lucifer's voice rings out within the sinner's heads, warm and coaxing as it ever is.

"No, I am only asking that you practice the art of self-sacrifice with your fellow penitents. We're going to play a little bit of a game. You're all familiar with escape rooms, yes? Well, it's like that... don't worry, you'll figure it out soon enough."

Spare a Pint Awakening in a room with a single box in the center of it, sinners find themselves wearing a tight collar with a clock ticking down. They have fifteen minutes to place their hands inside the box. They'll soon learn that it's full of sharp objects ready to cut. Upon further inspection, they'll find two glass bottles attached below.

They must spare a few pints of blood each, it turns out.

Once time is up, if they haven't suceeded, spikes will pop out from the collar and embed in their necks. This will result in both participants nearly bleeding out before demons tend to them. Any scarring will be permanent.

Free the Angel Suspended in the air, one sinner will find themselves outfitted with the most devilish device. Brackets have been connected to their ribcage, dug in deep as their bare skin stands out to expose the horrors. There are only fifteen minutes before the trap trips and rips open their chest. To save them, the other sinner must remove a key from a bowl of acid before the timer reaches zero and unlock a mechanism on the device. If they fail to do so, not only will the poor soul bound experience excruciating pain, kept alive through some unnatural means, but the other will suddenly feel as if their insides are twisting in on themselves.

Sinners will be patched up afterwards, but the bound will have a scar that remains on their chest as a reminder to both parties.

Lucifer will explain the rules of each game to the guests very thoroughly and offer whatever reassurances he can. As promised, all sinners will be healed properly after completing their tasks, whether they succeed or not. Even those who find their insides unfortunately on the outside.

If guests turn on one another, they will additionally be punished with a sin from their list branded upon their skin somewhere and fail any sort of redemption offered this round.


Follow Me Down

Prompt I: Monster Mash

WARNINGS: sex, drugs, alcohol, dub-con.

Hell is having a party and absolutely nothing can stop it. It seems like it may possibly be a days long event too, if the way things are going is anything to judge. There are tacky Halloween decorations spilling from the hotel out into the streets, trailing towards the club and other locations. Demons are partying everywhere, there's lively music. It's like a rather twisted Hell take on a block party. Beer and other refreshments flow freely, there's food and candy, and fires lit around the area for warmth (or s'mores, or whatever demons may want to cook over a fire!).

In the hotel lobby, there have been racks upon racks of costumes set up for people to choose from. These include all the usual things ranging from fictional characters, sexy versions of everything, lingerie, masquerade masks, and outfits for entirely anonymous adventures. If character won't don a costume willingly or are unfamiliar with Halloween, the demons have zero qualms forcing it in whatever ways work. Multiple costume changes throughout the partying, however, is allowed.

For party activities, there are live demonic bands playing at various points in Penance (and they welcome those who want to join in!), various party games such as bobbing for apples (although 'apple' here is used loosely. At times, they may be substituted with feet or human hearts or whatever is around), pin the wings on the angel, rounds of 7 Minutes in Heaven and spin the bottle, as well as pumpkin carving contests. There's also a stage set up if guests desire to show off their costumes (or take them off).

As usual, there's plenty of food and drink, including all the questionable ones like human flesh or blood. There may be a roasted Squonk or two available. There's also every drug available that someone could want, including Frenzy that's free of charge.

There's a round of trick or treating going on throughout Penance as well. Go to the club or bar, or any other establishment and you'll find demons ready to hand out their treats or tricks. It may be drugged candy, regular candy, small trinkets, or other useful objects. Tricks may be decidedly less fun, ranging from a swat with a cane, a cut with a knife (non-life threatening this time around!), or just cruel comments that seem to hit too far close to home while the demons around enjoy a hearty chuckle. Don't worry, it's all for fun!

In the bar, there's the jukebox playing some spooky new music, as well as karaoke. Bar games such as darts, pool, poker, etc. are also all available. It may include succubi trying to start a rousing round of strip poker, but that's just the risk you run in Hell!


Prompt II: Dig Your Fingers Into Flesh

WARNINGS: sex, bdsm, pet play, human furniture, dubcon, noncon, drug use.

Club Penance seems to continuing the new gimmick! Themed nights. This night's theme is: Leather and Lace, Bring on the Mace. Guests who enter the adult oriented side of the club will notice the incubi and succubi who serve in it are clad in skimpy lace numbers or seductive leather. They may be seen sporting clamps or other toys, leather masks, etc. They will eagerly encourage all who enter to join in the fun and games.

On their trays, they offer drinks and drugs of all sorts. Shows are being put on on the stage as usual, the offer of sex demos with guest participation are still on the table.

As usual, these demons play under respectable rules, safe words and all. They will also gladly exit the stage and let guests entirely run the show. They're on their best behavior tonight, even if the natural aphrodisiacs they give off seem to be amped up

Guests who refused to dress up may also find their clothes randomly changing into something more appropriate or being forcibly changed by a demon who may be a bit too into the theme! Ah, well, no need to worry too much. There will be costumes and lingerie to slip on to go home in. There's absolutely nothing wrong with a walk of shame back to the hotel in nothing but a thong, they'll assure. It's just another night in Hell.

For those who are really adventurous, there are also special concoctions that the club offers. These include:

Frenzy ○ The drug will be given to anyone anyone who asks for it. It can be snorted, injected, taken in pill form, or smoked given user preference.

Despite the questionable name, guests who partake really will feel the best they've possibly ever felt. They won't need sleep or to rest, but they won't necessarily feel the strain on their bodies either. They'll be full of energy and their mood will be amazing with no hint of nightmares or dreams anywhere.

The demons won't let anyone come down either, not once they've started and not until they're told a guest doesn't want any more.

Even then, they may still try to convince them otherwise. It's a party for as long as you can go, or until you completely burn out, it seems.

But with all good things come bad. It seems a side-effect of the drug is an actual frenzy as well. A frenzy for sex or violence or anything a character might want that they deny themselves on the regular. They'll feel this growing hunger, this ravenous need to have and to claim everything they think is theirs.

Some may even fade away into an almost animalistic sort of state.

The more the guest takes, the more they'll experience this sensation. Fighting it won't help either. Though they did sort of bring that one on themselves, didn't they?

Other symptoms of coming down won't be too different to those of other drugs. Fatigue, depression. Guests will begin to feel the effects of staying up for so long without rest or stopping to take care of themselves. They may also feel a certain longing for more, but it can be fought off with enough strength of will.

The drug isn't free either. The succubi expect to be paid in energy or through actual work in the club.

Bond ○ A potion that will bond guests together the minute one speaks to the other. The encouragement is that this should be done consensually, but the demons won't necessarily be checking. Once bonded, guests will feel what the one who took the potion feels. This includes pain and pleasure both with effects lasting a full night. Give someone the most intense pleasure of their lives or torture them until they beg for mercy!

For a really intense experience, both participants can consume the potion with mutual effects.

A special section of the club has been set back up to follow the theme! Within the area, there are pillory stocks and other restraints set up with demons and random club goers alike restrained and naked. Some of these will be stand-alone, some of these will be attached to beds, etc. A list of sins will be written on a blackboard sat near the sinner and a plethora of toys will be available. The selection will range from knives, candles, ice, impact toys, clamps, gags, etc. There will also be plugs, beads, dildos, and anything else one could want if they desire to add a little pleasure to the pain.

On the blackboards will contain a list of sins for characters and will typically be over the top and sex-based in nature, ranging from claims of promiscuity to selfishness in bed to specific taboo sex acts they enjoy. It can also include a few non-sexual ones, depending on the mood of the demon who wrote it. It may include other misdeeds done while in Penance. Expect it all to be humiliating or uncomfortable in some way or another.

For those who aren't into that, there's also a lovely display of human (or demon!) furniture to enjoy. Some of it may be familiar faces who are forced to maintain this position for however long others deem fit. Come sit on a face or two, or see if you can make someone fail at being a human statue. There may be a little pet play go on, a little denial play.

We won't talk about what it takes to be let into the rest room tonight...

For the dance oriented portion of the club, the theme is a little more lax. Instead of outright fetish wear, patrons may be offered revealing clubwear instead. Things that will look mesmerizing in the lights of the club ranging from neon colors to clothes that seem to flash on the dance floor. The music will be thrumming in the air, pumping down to your very bones as you dance the night away, and all patrons will feel good. It will feel as if they could actually dance all night if they so wanted, even without the aid of any drugs.

It will be an all night rave with all the party drugs and drinks one could want! Live music plays all night. The band also loves to receive requests, so knock yourself out! They seem to strangely know any song they're asked to play.

Knock yourself out, give up any care in the world and have fun. You're already in Hell, so don't you deserve to feel good for a while?


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[captaincanary]

"It was fun," Sara admits. And cute. Probably one of the cutest things her team had done with time travel to date. Most of what they did was screw things up.

There's a slight frown, for a second, at the idea Natasha had never really celebrated Halloween, but she lets it go, easily, at the Russian explanation. Sure. She'll let that slide.

"Best friends kids dressing up sounds like fun to get to see. And you're not busy right now, right?" Yes, there's a slight thread of temptation there. Party now, Natasha, Sara hints at. All the partying.

[deaddrop]

As luck would have it, Natasha came here tonight for temptation. Or at least for a distraction, and this seems like it fits the bill. "No," she agrees, almost laughing. Almost. "No, I have very few demands on my time these days."

She spins smoothly on one toe, her heel barely touching the ground, until she faces Sara again with ankles crossed.

"Not sure this counts as a Halloween costume, though."

[captaincanary]

"Then let me help you enjoy this one," she offers.

"Maybe not. But you look good in it. That's the part that matters here," Sara says, a little teasing note in her voice.

"Could be worse, too. Last month we had a naked theme night." A little pause as Sara takes in the skill Natasha uses on that spin.

"We could probably find you a real one, though." She's going to keep the suggestion of ballerina to herself. For now.

[deaddrop]

"Could be dangerous," Natasha comments, her brows quirking up. "Costumes around here can get tricky. Naked is probably safer."

Even saying that, she's not in a hurry to start stripping though. Not in front of such a big crowd. Not when it means showing off all her scars. Sometimes a little lace for camouflage goes a long way.

"What would you enjoy?"

[captaincanary]

When it comes to scars, Sara's got a few of those herself. With how little she was wearing, she might have noticed the larger ones on her stomach and back.

Sara had felt self-conscious, originally, but it was Hell. She found out quickly a lot of people were scarred up, and no one had to know Sara had gained all of hers prior to her arrival.

"Being naked," Sara answers easily, her eyes dipping for a second. "Or a cute little demon costumes." A beat, then she has to ask, "So what do you mean about costumes being tricky?"

[deaddrop]

"I dressed up as a vampire last year," Natasha says, her expression drifting. "Things got a little too real. Though... everyone recovered."

There had been a little blood loss. Maybe more than a little.

"Cute little demon costumes, huh? Is that something you get up to? I might like to see that."

[captaincanary]

Sara gives Natasha another look over and thinks, vampire, yeah, fitting.

"You would make a very attractive vampire. Shame about it getting too real. But, you know, going half-way, that's not so bad." So Sara says. Back out in reality she doesn't mind a little blood-letting. She just thinks having someone's teeth at on her might feel rather good. Subconsciously, she even rubs her neck at the thought.

Then there's a brief, throaty chuckle from her. "Oh? Well, if I find a costume later, I could show you."

[deaddrop]

Natasha follows the movement, her lips pressing together at the thought. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed it at the time, or that the biting itself had been a problem.

She's not quite drunk enough to explain she didn't quite trust how much she'd enjoyed that.

"If not, I suppose naked is still an option." Natasha reaches for Sara, brushing her hair back from her cheek. "Later."

[captaincanary]

Sara watches Natasha's lips, eyes half-lidded for a moment, before she smiles slyly. She understands, though. Enjoying something, perhaps too much, finding those darker parts of yourself. She knew it all too well. Out here, though, she could act like a carefree party girl and let everyone think this was all she was.

It was one of the reasons she drawn to bar tending, drawn to the club.

"I don't know," Sara starts in a teasing tone, "if we were naked now I think it might give the wrong impression." Regardless of her words, her tone implies she wants to get the wrong idea. Or have wrong ideas.

When Natasha reaches, she gets closer, hips swaying with the beat.

[deaddrop]

"Honestly, around here? I hardly think anyone would notice."

Just now, that fact is appealing. Perhaps it's an overstatement. Even in the club, two attractive women dancing naked might turn a few heads. It's what brings people at least some of these people.

Still, they could be anonymous, and Natasha doesn't want to be seen tonight. She does want to dance, the music carrying her closer to Sara with every beat.

[captaincanary]

It works for Sara, dancing in a sea of faceless, nameless people under the lights, in the darkened atmosphere. No one will see her here - they're all too busy dancing in their own little worlds.

Right now, hers consists of nothing but the music and Natasha. She gets a little closer herself, until there's no way she could get any closer.

"They probably won't. But I like this, right now, just as it is."

[deaddrop]

The heat of alcohol and bodies and the thumping of the music carry Natasha for time, and for a moment even after Sara speaks she doesn't feel the need to say anything more. There's nothing she could say that would communicate more clear that this is what she wants and where she wants to be than the rolling of her hips, the toss of hair and the sway of her body.

Her eyes grow heavier, lips parting slightly.

"Me too," she says finally, leaning closer, her head tilting to one side before she buries her face in Sara's shoulder.

[captaincanary]

Sara is the fairly straight forward type. If she's angry, she shows it and acts on it, though she's learned to hold back killing people if there are bigger stakes to consider. She also knows how to stow her sadness if it gets in the way of a mission. She's the type who would rather discuss her issues, but with her closest friends.

Even then, she can pick up on a few things, she was, after all, trained to be observant. Natasha is different. Reading cues is necessary, and asking questions that go beyond the surface is probably pointless. That's more than okay with Sara. She can work with that.

She smiles a little to find Natasha leaning on her, so close.

"You need a break? Get some water?" Sara asks, one arm lifting to put an arm around Natasha.

[deaddrop]

"Water," Natasha repeats the word, amusement in her tone. She could probably use some water. She's been drinking, and they've been dancing.

Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips.

"Water hasn't been on my mind," she says. When she looks up, her expression is shuttered, not betraying emotion. At odds with her next words. "I was actually thinking I wouldn't mind it if you kissed me."

[captaincanary]

While she truly wants to get some water, Sara finds her mind going other places while she watches Natasha's tongue, the red flesh flicker over plump lips.

"That's interesting. I've been thinking I would really like to," Sara leans in, close to Natasha's face as she nearly mouths, "kiss you," which is probably lost in the sound of the music playing, just as her mouth closes against Natasha's.

[deaddrop]

It's the answer Natasha hoped for. The words become unimportant instantly, lost in the soft contact of Sara's mouth against her own. Natasha melts into it, her dancing slowing to a sway as her lips part and her eyes droop.

[captaincanary]

They are definitely no longer dancing properly to the beat, the music fading into the background like white noise. Sara's lips move against Natasha's, and open, her tongue lightly poking through.

One hand runs through Natasha's hair.

[deaddrop]

This is a very different kind of dance, to say the least. The music still thumps around them, moving through their bodies even if they don't move to it.

Natasha deepens the kiss slowly, tongue flicking against Sara's, touching it, coaxing.

[captaincanary]

Sara's tongue touches right back. Her body still slightly moves, and her hands start to travel down Natasha's, curious if Natasha will let her touch.

Apparently I lost this one! Sorry.

[deaddrop]

She doesn't just let Sara touch her. Natasha sighs, the sound lost under the music but felt, warm breath and a smile pausing the kiss before returning to it with enthusiasm.

It does seem like permission.

I was wondering

[captaincanary]

Sara's going to roll with that, and attempts to slip her tongue in as the kiss resumes, hands roaming over curves. Sure, making bad decisions with a stranger? Normal. Even in an open place wasn't too unusual, but in front of the night club like this?

It gave Sara a thrill, the thought people were watching them, they thought they could go further and no one would really care. Hell, they might encourage it.

[deaddrop]

The fact that no one cares is certainly part of the appeal. Even if they're noticed, they're only one couple among many others on the floor, many bodies. She'd like to be a anonymous for a while. To enjoy herself.

To get lost.

A kiss is a good place to start that. Dancing. Groping. She can enjoy it for a while.

[captaincanary]

Lost is definitely where Sara is, the feel of Natasha's curves. Some random woman she met at the club, and all that matters is she feels good, smells good and is a very good kisser.

When Sara pulls away, one hand rests on one of Natasha's hips, she has to ask, "How far do you want to go?" Because Sara is thinking about going much further.

[deaddrop]

"I think that depends on whether or not we're going to stay out here in public..." Which is, in it's way, an invitation to go somewhere more private.

[captaincanary]

"I was thinking we could get a room. I have one I really like," Sara offers, as she brushes a lock of her own hair behind an ear.