[Sliding into the role of an Apprentice only made sense to the siren. At best, it was training that she’d never had the chance to receive. At worst, it was a warm place to lay her head without laying her life on the line in turn. Even after signing, when her eyes swept over the contract and found nothing in particular hinting at her potential education, she could not bring herself to regret it.]
[She followed the map throughout the castle, trying and failing miserably to find her room. After getting turned around for the third time, Angel finally approached the nearest familiar face, clearing her throat as she did.]
Excuse me? Do you think you could help me make sense of this?
Day Two- General
[Angel had gone outside the next day, determined to explore in what she hoped would be relative peace. Not so much, it seemed, considering the festivities kicking off.]
[To say she was surprised by the nature of things (polishing doorknobs notwithstanding) would be a massive understatement. The sheer amount of both women and men, milling about in less than respectable states of attire, was enough to send a significant amount of heat to both her head and -- ]
[Well, a little further south.]
[The girl was careful to avoid the people, giving them a wide berth for fear of -- of what she couldn’t say. Unfortunately, one of these attempts sent her stumbling back into the weird looking worm-thing. Maybe she would have been embarrassed, if not for the abrupt wave of elation that swept through her.]
Day Two- Doughy encouragement.
[It wasn't hard to tell just how much more... liberated people were around these parts. Angel thought it odd, but she wasn't sure if it was just her, or if it was her sequestered upbringing talking. Whatever the reason, she'd felt somewhat... uneased since arriving in this odd place.]
[But maybe not for much longer.]
[She look a simple one, after inquiring as to the exact definition of "vanilla" and "missionary." It wasn't that sex was undesirable to her, just a little... odd. Anything to help her relax and ease into this strange new role she was playing.]
[At first, she thought the heat pooling in her gut was some sort of poison -- just fitting in a fantasy land such as this one. But judging by the knowing quirk of a brow on behalf of the woman, this was an intended effect, and not meant to be an unpleasant one.]
[Slipping away from the woman, Angel leaned against a wall, head in her hands as she tried to collect her thoughts and make sense of the odd ache between her thighs.]
no subject
[Sliding into the role of an Apprentice only made sense to the siren. At best, it was training that she’d never had the chance to receive. At worst, it was a warm place to lay her head without laying her life on the line in turn. Even after signing, when her eyes swept over the contract and found nothing in particular hinting at her potential education, she could not bring herself to regret it.]
[She followed the map throughout the castle, trying and failing miserably to find her room. After getting turned around for the third time, Angel finally approached the nearest familiar face, clearing her throat as she did.]
Excuse me? Do you think you could help me make sense of this?
Day Two- General
[Angel had gone outside the next day, determined to explore in what she hoped would be relative peace. Not so much, it seemed, considering the festivities kicking off.]
[To say she was surprised by the nature of things (polishing doorknobs notwithstanding) would be a massive understatement. The sheer amount of both women and men, milling about in less than respectable states of attire, was enough to send a significant amount of heat to both her head and -- ]
[Well, a little further south.]
[The girl was careful to avoid the people, giving them a wide berth for fear of -- of what she couldn’t say. Unfortunately, one of these attempts sent her stumbling back into the weird looking worm-thing. Maybe she would have been embarrassed, if not for the abrupt wave of elation that swept through her.]
Day Two- Doughy encouragement.
[It wasn't hard to tell just how much more... liberated people were around these parts. Angel thought it odd, but she wasn't sure if it was just her, or if it was her sequestered upbringing talking. Whatever the reason, she'd felt somewhat... uneased since arriving in this odd place.]
[But maybe not for much longer.]
[She look a simple one, after inquiring as to the exact definition of "vanilla" and "missionary." It wasn't that sex was undesirable to her, just a little... odd. Anything to help her relax and ease into this strange new role she was playing.]
[At first, she thought the heat pooling in her gut was some sort of poison -- just fitting in a fantasy land such as this one. But judging by the knowing quirk of a brow on behalf of the woman, this was an intended effect, and not meant to be an unpleasant one.]
[Slipping away from the woman, Angel leaned against a wall, head in her hands as she tried to collect her thoughts and make sense of the odd ache between her thighs.]