Pleasantly imbibed but not overly so, Soph was far past thinking about what she was doing or why. Her mind settled happily on the fact that it felt good, and everyone deserves to feel good. So it was involuntary when she pitched forward in her seat, wanting to prolong the feeling of Rose’s lips caressing her ear with her soft whisper, or the graze of fingertips on skin. It was irresistible - if Soph hadn’t seen the woman pop open the wine and pour it out, she might’ve even thought it was spiked with sorcery. For what else could explain this impossible allure?

“Well I do enjoy having an audience,” she smirked, and turned to face Rose an inch from her face. Attention had a tendency to find her quickly in any room, and Sophia had a bit of an exhibitionist streak. Few things compare to the heady rush of adrenaline from accomplishing an impossible feat to thunderous applause. Even when the hollers down below rang vulgar, it still had the consequence of goading the brunette to her next move.

“But I hate to be so rude, coming in suddenly and detracting from your girl downstairs.” A conspiratorial smile crawled over her lips and stayed there, even as Rose planted another featherlight kiss over it. On impulse, Soph decided to show rather than tell her new friend what she thought about staying. The brunette’s head cocked to the side, undone hair falling to act as a modesty curtain against prying eyes from down below. Her lips gravitated down from the other’s to the pulse on her neck with an open mouthed kiss. Fingers on her hip curled, and her other hand tangled itself into blonde hair to gently guide their angle.

Eventually Sophia found the will to pull back. The silent part is still part of the song, after all. With a sigh the ballerina stood up and gave Rose a coy look. She rounded in front of the blonde with her back to the audience now – this look on her face was a treat Soph wanted to enjoy all to herself.

“I have no plans at all. Perhaps we might retreat with our drinks to somewhere more private? You’ve been so hospitable, I would love to repay you with a special performance.”

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thank you gin for the set<3

Rose chuckled at her showy statement, suppressing a groan at the overt offer, and nodded her agreement, accepting and indeed reciprocated the kiss, breathless and her breasts heaving in the tight restraint of her dress and heavy corsetting. The gentlemen below booed at the loss of their most recent source of entertainment. Rose gave a mock bow, and there were cheers below. She indicated to the barman to serve up a round 'on the house', albeit of the cheap lust potion laced stuff that was lowest on the menu. This was met with another round of excessive cheers, and as the patrons made sure they got their free drink, their attention turned from the lady patroness and her guest.

With a bite of her own lip, she turned, and holding the other woman's hand on her own hip, led the way into her office- like a sexy conga line.

She closed the office door behind them and stepping behind the ballerina, she pulled aside the brunettes hair and placed a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. A different tone to a moment before when their passion had been lustful and lewd, this was a different sort of passion. 'I believe I was promised a private show?' she purred into the other womans ear, her arm slipping around her waist, her nose nuzzling the others ear, Rose's heels making up what she lacked in physical height.

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Stef made this and it's beautiful!

Sophia took a big step back from Rose to appreciate the full impact that she appeared to deliver. This was her favorite part of performing. The applause and cheers were always nice, but to see the emotion she conjured - and to know she put those feelings there – rivaled any chemically-or-magically induced high that could ever exist.

And Rose looked quite lovely with bedroom eyes and blushing cheeks, Soph decided. The woman giggled at Rose’s dramatic bow and graciousness to the bar’s patrons, leaving no room for doubt that she is indeed queen of her domain at this particular club. It was easy to follow a queen into her office off the veranda, then, trailing behind intoxicating and unfamiliar perfume while feeling the elaborate stitches of her handsome red corset under her fingertips.

The room they’d been led into was much quieter. Where Rose’s lips pressed against her neck she might’ve felt Sophia’s pulse quicken. The brunette leaned her head back against the woman, eager to feel more of this touch, but she couldn’t be so selfish. This was a new friend - and she was a guest!


“Mm, yes. I’d like to thank you properly for the hospitality,” Sophia agreed, putting her arms over Rose’s to keep them in place as she gently pulled the woman further along into the room. They came up to a chaise lounge that they might soon put to use, but first –

“Might I help you get a bit more comfortable?” Sophia pivoted seamlessly on one foot to face Rose in her grasp, voicequiet and teasing as her hands splayed along the woman’s back to idle along the laces she found there. Though before Rose could respond Sophia closed the distance between their lips again, returning to their intimacy with keen urgency.

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thank you gin for the set<3

Rose accepted the kiss eagerly, lost in the softness of the other woman's lips. She leaned her forhead against Sophia's, before pressing her lips to her cheek their lashed brushing in a butterfly kiss, as she moved down the others jaw, holding sophia close. What was surprising her most about this encounter, not just that it was another woman, but the tight coiled feeling of intimacy, the gentleness that underpinned her desired for the other woman. There was a softness to her, that she had not experienced before and she was more than determined to enjoy it.

As Sophia worked the laces of Rose's dress into looseness, Rose trailed kisses along the bare skin near Sophia's shoulder where her dress met her pale flesh, her own slim fingers running across the thrilling, teasing neckline of her gown. As her own dress came loose and she could slide it down her body adn off her hips, leaving her in her corset and undergarments. She turned her attention to Sophia's gown, making short work of the dresses laces and bindings, leaving Rose and hercharming companion in a most tantalising state of undress.

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Stef made this and it's beautiful!

There was something dreamy and delicate about the feeling of Rose in her arms, as though neither she nor the experience were real. The quality of her dress, the softness of her skin, the smell of her hair. The way they moved as intuitively as longtime dance partners. Sophia might have thought this was all her own flight of fantasy, but her shivers from cool air on newly exposed skin stood as evidence. The moment was quite real, as was Soph’s desire to press on.

So she pressed forward, driving the pretty blonde backwards until they dropped to sit together on the nearest soft surface. Like dropping into enchanted waters – it didn’t much matter the heartache she felt before, or where they were, or even what happened next. It felt safe, and easy - to care only about how she felt at this moment.

“You... are so very distracting,” a playful admonishment as Sophia eventually disentangled herself from their sweet kisses and caresses, though not entirely. One hand still grazed Rose’s hip, while the other played with her golden hair.. “I had every intention of giving you a real performance, as soon as we located some music… I would hate for you to think I am not true to my word,” she teased.

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thank you gin for the set<3

Rose plucked at the combs that held Sophia's hair in her pretty up do, wanting to see the ballerina undone in this way before she was sure to make her undone in other ways. Their new position, feeling the long lean lines of her form stretched out along her own. Rose did not spend much time indulging herself during work hours - or ever really. She might have sold hedonism but she was, for the most part, a pragmatic business woman. This heady, intoxicating adventure with the mysterous ballerina who had stumbled out of the night and into her music hall, was unexpected, unanticipated, and exactly the manner of distraction that she needed.

'My dear Miss Voss I havn't even begun to show you how distracting I can be' Rose purred, kissing along the shell of her ear and nibbling the lobe. It was about to be a very entertaining evening.

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Stef made this and it's beautiful!

Sophia shook out her hair, letting it spill over her shoulders and cascade into Rose’s fair tresses as they dropped into each other’s arms. Every inch of skin erupted into gooseflesh when Rose whispered into her ear; the combination of her accent and the sultry things she said with it drew out a full-body shiver of pleasure. Her head fell back, coaxing Rose's lips to her neck while her hands roamed her breasts and sides.

“Is that so? Let’s see then,” Sophia challenged, eyes bright with mischief.

Through the haze of alcohol and desire, the women devolved into the most intoxicating sensuality Sophia had ever experienced. What happened before, the things that led her here, seemed an entire lifetime away. For now there was only this, the sweetness and softness of this mysterious woman’s embrace, and the comfort she gave on an evening where Sophia felt broken and unloved beyond repair.

Some time later they still lay together in each other’s arms, faces flush, feet entangled. Soph nuzzled against Rose’s neck, eyelids heavy with sleep.

“You’ve done me a world of good, Rose,” she confessed softly into her skin, planting soft kisses on her temple. “I hope that we can see each other again. You can count on me to happily return the favor.”

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thank you gin for the set<3