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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tory Adore" data-source="post: 858023" data-attributes="member: 11152">Talking to Jemal from her room with the door ajar so she can hear him, Vych starts to undress as she speaks. Her words sometimes halting a bit as she removes an article of clothing here and there,”You are too kind to me, and here I spill my everything to you and…and you still call me wonderful. Perhaps you are a knight from one of my mother’s stories sent to save me from myself tonight. I just wanted everything to be…perfect the first time she and I met. Willingly, I have gazed upon her beauty in Carrick’s sculpture every waking night for what…what seems like an eternity, wondering and listening to Carrick speak about her. Now I think I have seen her in her true form, but alas I am not certain it is she? How pathetic mine eyes are not to recognize her perfection even from a distance! I guess I want tonight go off well for Carrick, not so much for myself mind you. Not knowing who will be here makes the pressure all the harder for me to bear, but it is a small price to pay if it pleases him. This is the first event I have planned for Carrick here in the States. I wanted to meet Carrick’s guests as they came in tonight, but he insisted, as you heard tonight, that he wouldn’t let on who they would be. Now one guest MIGHT be my maker’s, maker, and she could already be downstairs. She doesn’t make me nervous. It’s the situation I am nervous about. I don’t even know if the guests know I don’t know who will be here. See my quandary?” Vych steps into the bathroom to quickly pull part of her hair back from her face into a gold clip. She straightens her lipstick, sprays a spot of light tropical musk on her neck, belly, and small of her back and moves to the bedroom to slip on her dress, shoes and jewelry. ”Oh I am _SO_ glad you are here with me Jemal, and I’m not alone right now. I would be much more of a mess I’m afraid if I was alone – I am a perfectionist at heart you see. It makes me a bit crazy at times, and I fear it will be my undoing some night. Forgive me please, and let this, another one of my weaknesses you have seen, be our secret.”She puts on her shoes and earrings, zips the back of her dress part of the way up, and then tries a few seconds to close the clasp on her little red ruby heart pendant.In a softly toned, almost helpless voice she says sounding a little frustrated, ”Would you mind helping me with this clasp on my necklace? I can’t get it to close properly. I would hate to lose it. It was my mother’s.”<img src="http://home.attbi.com/~rpgs/images/Vychingreen.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></blockquote>

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