Tokiwong
First Post
Charlotte
Charlotte opens the door and finds herself face to face with a large bouquet of roses, and behind it a handsome face of a dark skinned foreigner with long hair. He wears shades, and has on a dress shirt with nice slacks, and shoes. A European flavor, to his style, and a grin on his face, he hands the roses to Charlotte, “Evening Charlotte,” he says in a baritone of a voice, with light inflection of an accent in his speech.
“Just call me Victor or the evening. The roses are for you, and I would love to have the pleasure to escort you this evening to the dance,” he smiles.
Kelly
Sakura Red sat in her room, a posh large room for guests. She was listening to some classical music, as she sat on a couch. A Bodyguard standing near the bar, pouring himself some drinks, he gives Kelly a brig glance but goes back to what he was doing. She glanced to Kelly as she entered, and brushed her vibrant red hair from her face.
For a baseline she was gorgeous although she had just turned eighteen she was already a sex symbol all around the world. She had a powerful voice, and the kind of sex appeal that seemed innocent at first, but had a very dirty side to it. She wore her hair long, and it was dyed red, and her outfit consisted of a mini skirt that barely covered anything with a high slit on both sides, and what had to be thong underneath. She wore knee-high boots, and had a tattoo of a red stylized dragon on her left shoulder. She wore a small top, with a strap over the right shoulder. It was see through, and beneath it she wore a red bikini top underneath. Her body was toned, and perfect, at least to most men. And one of the reasons she had been in Maxim four times in the last year.
Sakura Red stood, and dismissed her bodyguard, “We still have about forty minutes to kill, how do you like my outfit? Custom made out of Milan, this should cause a rise out of the guys. So how is it being an elite now?”
Charlotte opens the door and finds herself face to face with a large bouquet of roses, and behind it a handsome face of a dark skinned foreigner with long hair. He wears shades, and has on a dress shirt with nice slacks, and shoes. A European flavor, to his style, and a grin on his face, he hands the roses to Charlotte, “Evening Charlotte,” he says in a baritone of a voice, with light inflection of an accent in his speech.
“Just call me Victor or the evening. The roses are for you, and I would love to have the pleasure to escort you this evening to the dance,” he smiles.
Kelly
Sakura Red sat in her room, a posh large room for guests. She was listening to some classical music, as she sat on a couch. A Bodyguard standing near the bar, pouring himself some drinks, he gives Kelly a brig glance but goes back to what he was doing. She glanced to Kelly as she entered, and brushed her vibrant red hair from her face.
For a baseline she was gorgeous although she had just turned eighteen she was already a sex symbol all around the world. She had a powerful voice, and the kind of sex appeal that seemed innocent at first, but had a very dirty side to it. She wore her hair long, and it was dyed red, and her outfit consisted of a mini skirt that barely covered anything with a high slit on both sides, and what had to be thong underneath. She wore knee-high boots, and had a tattoo of a red stylized dragon on her left shoulder. She wore a small top, with a strap over the right shoulder. It was see through, and beneath it she wore a red bikini top underneath. Her body was toned, and perfect, at least to most men. And one of the reasons she had been in Maxim four times in the last year.
Sakura Red stood, and dismissed her bodyguard, “We still have about forty minutes to kill, how do you like my outfit? Custom made out of Milan, this should cause a rise out of the guys. So how is it being an elite now?”