Jezabelle Sherlock wrote:Jez very lightly ran her finger along the spines of what limited books were left on the shelves, looking at them curiously.
"The Knave... wasn't that the name of the dancer who was taking the stage as we were leaving, er, coming here?"
'A red head and a blonde are the first to engage my services for the evening. They are clad in latex. The must have gathered by my attire that I am one of their kind. They decide to share my services with each other. I am compliant to the request, as is my nature to be. The ginger enjoys roleplay, the blonde too, in a fashion. The blonde asks me to call her Melody, so I do. She calls me kitty and asks to pet. I allow this. I like being pet. I unzip my body suit to my navel to allow her to touch my chest, but she doesn't. She makes a joke about cats biting her hand when she tries to pet their bellies, but I suspect it's simply meant as a diversionary tactic she is trying in hopes I don't notice her nervousness. I tease her but ultimately allow her to use this excuse because she pets my curls instead. I enjoy that.'
At dinner that night, Caterpillar was crass with Alice about her inability to remain quiet in the shower. Hatter joined in. I am sure their intention was to shame her into being quieter. I said little, for I was uncertain of what to say. I had warned her that such theatrics would come back to bite us, but at the time she didn't seem to be reasoned with.
After what seems like an appropriate amount of time, I interject that Alice understands their point, and the pair of us will attempt to be quieter in the next time.
She sat down next to me, unaware of my presence, reading a book, 'Luna'. She is wearing mismatched sneakers, one pink, one blue. Some young men may not be savvy enough to put together what I do, but my seemingly endless libido has caused me to accidentally flirt with some particularly lovely boys before who needed to politely correct my mistakes.
I find a way to draw her attention, but end up startling her. That's normal, I startle. She blushes, and I find that adorable. She reads, and she's cute and she plays video games. I'm smitten, but I can tell she doesn't feel the same way. She's polite, but when I flirt she doesn't reciprocate.
Disappointing, but not surprising. That's how it's gone since I was cursed.
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