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>>1270941
> he can stop time
And he likes stealing articles of clothing. You're lucky all he took was your hat!

How did she not know this? Didn't he use his enigma in the fight against the lunatic mercenaries in that town with the Wolf problem?

>>1271084

Think of how it would look form outside. Only reason Purps knows is because he showed us.

>>1270941
>> [PRIDE] His training's coming along well
Is this starborn?

>>1271101

I will kill you.

>>1271116
Dude.
Thats harsh

>>1271123
>>1271101
>>1271084

Quiet as hell tonight. 15 minutes then I'll roll between these two.

>>1271176
Eh, I'll switch to pride if you wanna write the next one.

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>>1271123
>>1271101
>>1271084

"Well his training is going well." You idly comment picking at your teeth. "I doubt you'll find him to be quite honest." You drone.

"Vhat? Vith my speed ve'll be having him back before you know!" She says stamping her feet in the dirt before an evil smile comes across her face. "But ve could double our bet? Eh? Forget about the lapdances and take a penalty if I vin!"

"Tell me why I would risk turning your own hubris from earlier on you, by risking my current victory?" You counter sidestepping a particularly difficult and obtrusive stone. Hona looks like she's scheming.

"Because I'll give you twenty four hours with me as your bitch if you vin this time!" She offers, with her big blue eye watering in an attempt to be cute. Combined with the pout it is frighteningly effective. "You know you want tooooo..." She trills in a sing song tone.

> No

> [PRIDE] You're on

> [WORRY] Tell me your penalty first

> Write-In

>>1271284
>> [WORRY] Tell me your penalty first

>>1271284
>[PRIDE] You're on
But we gotta set a time limit. Stopping time is basically no cost for him, as long as he doesn't purposely get caught our she doesn't hold his favorite tea set hostage he can totally keep away.

>>1271302
>>1271288

Seems like it's only you two. So fight it out.

>>1271346
Fiiiine, I'll switch to worry. It would be like her to use a tea set for coercion anyway.

>>1271284
> [WORRY] Tell me your penalty first

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>>1271288

Going pre-switch vote

"If we're betting tell me your stake first." You say cautiously, stopping to face you friend who is now.... swaying? with her hands behind her back like some kind of imp.

"Vell, If you vant to ruin it." She huffs and crosses her arms, "I vanted you to dress in frilly dress and sing at Tinton Theatre." She somehow still sounds cheery and high pitched when disapointed, "Vould have made lots of money."

You're not quite sure what you expected, but fancy dress karaoke probably wasn't it. "We don't even know if they have a Tinton theatre." You point out.

"Shut up." Is her swift rebuttal.

> [PRIDE] You're on

> [CRUELTY] Beg for it

> Nope

> Write-In

>>1271472
>> Nope

>>1271472
> your on.
Bitch for a day vs making some random peoples ears bleed? Heck yeah!

Not switching my vote this time, fuck you.

>>1271472

> [PRIDE] You're on.

>>1271472

> [PRIDE] You're on
The boy cant find out about this deal couse im sure he would lose just to see us like that

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>>1271596

"You're on. One hour." You offer your hand to shake.

Hona grabs it with both hands and pumps it up and down like you've just gave her the deal of a lifetime.

It's honestly endearing just how passionate your comrade gets about, well everything. It's a stark contrast to yourself. Outside of this little group you can only really think of two things that can rouse your degraded passions. The atrocities of Darna's worshippers and the murder of your family. Even that second one is more a dull sense of duty than outright rage and fury. Thankfully you never experienced that as a flashback like the revelation of Hona's father; or else you might have marched to the cpaital with banners and brass.

"Purps? You okay?" Hona asks sweetly as you realise she's stopped shaking your hand and you're kind of just staring at her. "IS there something on my face?" She jokes scratching her eyepatch cheekily.

"N-no go on." You say watching her from behind as she prepares to dash up into the trees.

> [PRIDE] Attack her

> [CRUELTY] Stall her

> [CONTENTMENT] Let it play out

> Spend the time reading the book Zelam sent with you

> Write-In

>>1271608
>> [CONTENTMENT] Let it play out

>>1271608

> Spend the time reading the book Zelam sent with you

>>1271621
>>1271634
I'm fine with combining these

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>>1271634

She's gone before you even have a cigarette fished out of your bag, dashing into the trees like a living gust of wind. Luc is going to have to be at his sneakiest to avoid the one eyed gaze of your friend, simply by way of the amount of ground she can cover and the ease form which she can close in on him - the kid's got a tough morning workout on his hands.

He seems to be progressing quickly, after all it was only a few days ago you were humiliating him. Now since he's started integrating his enigma in combat and realised he's a crack shot - you'd hate to go up against him in a real fight.

Lighting up your cigarette, you breathe in the beautiful mix of tobacco and fresh air as the little lamp at the edge of your lips begins to smoke lightly. This weaving forrest path is a lot more picturesque when it isn't flying past as you race through the boughs like a woman posessed. Really you're amazined you managed to keep up with Honamurei during all that.

Deciding to use the hour of peace and quiet to it's utmost; the tome Zelam packed away for your use is the next belonging fished out of your pack. After a surprising amount of protestations from the book, you manage to twist and tug enough for it to come loose. Reading whilst walking on the stony path is at first an irritant, but ten minutes later you've got the handle of it.

The crest of House Lupus dominated the front cover but inside is anything but a formal accounting of... well not quite you but your life. It is frank, honest and completely ordinary. The thing that startles you most of all? The genuine love and adoration Laurelai Lupus had for her lifestyle. Singing in Tinton theatre - which apparently exists; was the only time she left the estate. But the houseguests she hosted, the captain seemed to be a confidante of hers - she had even allowed Susan the gunsmith to reside there when his workshop burned down.

And the children. Oh Minerva! how could one woman cope with having four kids minimum a birth.

Well... with a blush you realise it was because you really adored recieving the cock from your husband Arthur. In frightening detail your past self has recorded their love life to the annals of history. Now while a woman might talk about having a romantic intimate evening with their partner with a few close friends - being the "noble and defined" Lady Lupus, you apparently found it wise to write vivid erotica about your husband and you.

Speaking of Arthur, he was surprisingly loyal to The Republic. Sitting as a merchant counciller before his grand innovation in warfare logistics helped make the Cadalonian Campaign possible from more than a a theoretical standpoint. Your past self described in him in an a frankly adoring light. From his habit of drinking in a conversation forlengthy amounts of time before settling issues with assertive intelligence, to his singled minded desire for the Republic to unify the continent. You loved him.

[VOTES BELOW]

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Time has passed. Also you need to stop smoking so many cigarettes when you read, seriously; this is the third since you started reading.

The pine needles have fallen off the trees here and coat the path in a green blanket, perhaps from your passing yesterday?

No matter; apparently reading a year's worth of diary time is quite a while. Under this tree cover you're not quite sure how long you've been delving into the past through the slightly yellowed pages, but time is almost up or has been up for a while.

> Go find them

> Read some more

> Climb a tree and light up the sky (Minerva's Lantern or Divine Zen)

> write-In

>>1271731

> Climb a tree and light up the sky (Minerva's Lantern or Divine Zen)
Minervas lantern

>>1271731
>Climb a tree and light up the sky (Minerva's Lantern or Divine Zen)
Toss up between this (why, is this a beacon for them or ???) and go find them because Darna might have got to them.

>>1271753

Beacon for them yes.

>>1271731
>> Go find them

>>1271791
>>1271753
>>1271749

Roll1d20 to not burn the forest down.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1271808
dammit guys

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1271808
I hope we are not too early and she catches him right by us.

>>1271838

Well what's happening with them is definently interesting.

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>>1271808

>>1271849
And everyone around us sore thr big light been into the air

>>1271849
whoops, burnt the sky.

>>1271873
Night is now day

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>>1271885

You find the largest of the many proud pines surrounding you and dump your pack at the roots of it. Making sure to "forget" to attempt the euclidean feat of managing to replace the tome in there before you simply change your stroll along the cobblestone path to a stroll up the pinewood trunk.

At the top you see nothing but deep, deep green, it's actually very calming to look over the canopy from your position at the needlepoint of the tree.

You are at the very precipice of Tinton Woods because you are awesome; You are the godsdamn [PURPLE FIREFLY]

With that burst of smugnness you let out the cry of your technique; MINERVA's LANTERN

Purple Fire erupts outwards and upward. Somehow your control is enough that not one single pine needle is scorched; instead what happens is that the very sky itsel seems to glow lavender as fire continues to stream out of you like a hydrant.

The sucess only makes you more amazed which spawns more purple fire. Your emotion going into a feedback loop as you prepare to see your student having kicked your friend's ass again.

Annnny minute now.

Oh Purps. How did you contact me? Minerva says sleepily? Do Goddesses sleep?

> Oh Hi. Um. How are you?

> [PRIDE] Because I am awesome at using lantern

> [CURIOSITY] Were you sleeping?

> [RELIEF] Thought I'd never hear from you again Minerva!

> Write-In

>>1271922
>> [RELIEF] Thought I'd never hear from you again Minerva!

>>1271922
>[CURIOSITY] Were you sleeping?

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1271922

> [PRIDE] Because I am awesome at using lantern

>>1271992
>>1271939
>>1271932
3 way tie.

Oh myyyyyy.

>>1271922
>> [RELIEF] Thought I'd never hear from you again Minerva!

>>1271995
Only you get this

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>>1271932
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>>1272009

I thought I'd never hear from you again Minerva![/b]

You think in a tone almost Honamurei worthy.

What have you been doing?

You ask while still pulsating a giant purple "Here I am sign"

Divine things. The usual.

She replies.

The Arch Lector has yet again decided that I disaprove of cooked fish and I'm trying to get the other Lectors to have a quiet word with him before he preaches that falsehood.

She sounds really tired of this.

So why not just give him a vision?

I did but the zealous fool chose to interpret me taking on the form of his dearest as a trickster trying to tain him from the true path. I swear he is the most intelligent fool I have known on any plane.

So what is your stance on fish then?

You cheekily send to her.

I am a Godess of Fire, The Sun and Dance. What do you think my stance on using fire to make things safe is.

She mentally deadpans.

What misadventures have you undertaken. Aside from what you told me in prayer I don't know anything.

> Can't you read my mind like last time

> [PRIDE] Boastful

> [WORRY] Talk about Murillo

> [FEAR] Talk about your past yous

> Write-In

>>1272024
>[FEAR] Talk about your past yous
I dunno, then did we last talk to her. In the temple right, because after we layed the dragon smackdown we visited someone elses magical realm.

>>1272024
>> [FEAR] Talk about your past yous

>>1272024

> [WORRY] Talk about Murillo

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>>1272053

Well with everything that's going on. With me being so old, all the past "Mes." I'm kind of afraid Minerva.

You admit standing atop a tree in a pllar of fire.

Why would you ever be afraid?

Your Godess of the sun and fire asked the nigh immortal woman with several litres of blood on her hands... in this lifetime alone.

Well we found out I was the psychopath Violet, the housewife Laurelai. Those two had their enemies, but how many lives lay in between those extremes, how many grudges and feuds are waiting on me?

Nobody knows that Purps. I doubt even if you had all those memories would you know of the scheming and grudges of other mortals. Oftentimes one doesn't see there greatest foe coming.

The Godess is trying to assuade your fears but nothing is hitting home.

On top of that; what if what happens with Zelam happens again? I can't just walk into people's lives who love or care for me not able to remember or give a shit about them?

You have clenched your fists now, you didn't realize how deep this went.

What should you do then? Become a hermit? Maim your face? Perhaps you will leave this plane and hunt the elves?

You think you're Godess is pissed at you. This suspicion is confirmed when your fire winks out suddenly.

You are a person who wishes to affect change. A mortal among mortals picked by me; you have a holy writ to better yourself and Munis. So stop being afraid of what you are - I have seen your soul and judged it good. So go find Luc and your other friends and do what you desire.

You make to respond to the tirade of hate, but when you think out to where Minerva was in your head, you instead find an emptiness.

The purple fire returns to you... but you can't help but feel you not being the type for moping is the sort of reason Minerva picked you.

At the top of the forrest you sigh and cross your arms.

> Search for them

> Set up for lunch at foot of this tree

> Write-In

>>1272133


> Search for them

>>1272133
> Search for them

>>1272133
>Search for them
Well that was interesting. Has she told us to just do whatever we want as long as it doesn't involved being a pussy?

Perhaps you will leave this plane and hunt the elves?
That ... doesn't sound so bad!

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>>1272172
>>1272143

Taking a moment, you indulge in some deep breaths before deciding to walk down the trunk instead of dropping down.

"A holy writ to better myself and Munis" You mutter. That's an unusual thing for a Godess to say. But whatever, you'll just be the best you that you can be.

Which begins with tracking down your friends. Because time has totally expired by now.

> There are some explosion craters to the North

> That tree NE has bullets embedded in it.

> Overturned tree to the East

> Write-In

>>1272173

More important thing is what well we make bride i mean birdy do once she becomes our bitch for a day?

Turning in for the night. Next Update Afternoon GMT so might see next update late at night Yank time.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1272206


> That tree NE has bullets embedded in it

>>1272213

wasn't even supposed to be a roll but fuck it I guess you guys find them.

>>1272211

Night my sweet star

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>>1272215

Thanks
But who won?

>>1272219
> There are some explosion craters to the North
Luc blowing shit up.
> That tree NE has bullets embedded in it.
Luc shooting shit.
> Overturned tree to the East
Hona's brakes failed.

I'm thinking Luc won.

>>1272206
>> Overturned tree to the East

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>>1272208

With a sigh and grumble, you set off to the East, heading for the overturned tree that Honamurei either smashed herself against or cut down with her sword. Honestly if it wasn't for this you would be following uc's crater trail or bullet holes and that seems rather flimsy a trail compared to this giant signal of where they were if not are.

Your enigma and agility mean that Tinton woods is pretty much your ideal environment; the pines rapidly giving way to more solid and sturdy oak trees bearing huge boughs ideal for you standing on or under and bouncing off to another tree at speed. You seem to flow through the forrest absentmindedly, leaving your mind clear to focus on piecing together the events of the chase.

Hona was hot on his heels, so he exploded ground at his feet and probably timestopped away judging by the massive gap that opened up. The chase picked up again for a while, the hunter probably fuming and mulling over the miraculous escape.

You come across a small stream and note it as the locaiton of the next clash, bullets are embedded in the trunks of the trees you are standing in and bullet casings are floating on the stream. Apparently Hona got into a firefight with him, odd. She must have been trying to bait out whatever let him get away from her - so the furrow in the ground of her charging at her fastest speed, makes sense if she was sure he couldn't get away.

He did.

Continuing you notice Honamurei's ever increasing trail of frustrated destruction veers back towards the path sharply, he must have got behind her the clever little bastard. But after two minutes you find both your friends in an amusing standoff. A whirlwind of black fabric and reflective steel whips around the clearing at a pace which Luc cannot follow but you can just about track. The young boy's fingers are ready to click and his face is covered in his own blood from repeated nosebleeds. He has probably passed his limit of timestoppings and pushed himself further, judging by the exhaustion and pain creeping into his focused expression.

Honamurei however, is bouncing off the ground, trunks, branches, in ever decreasing circles moving closer and closer to the young boy who is attempting to concentrate and make his move. Judging by the trenches underneath HOna as she moves, the [NIMBLE SONGBIRD] has been at this a while.

Interesting.

> Hona has a plan

> Hona can't keep this up

> Luc's at his limit

> Write-In

>>1273900
>> Luc's at his limit

Lesson learned: Early afternoon GMT is a bad time to run.

>>1274196
Dont worry star. Im always here for you except when im not.

>>1274216
I'm around today anyways so I can write an update whenever people get in.

>>1273900
> Hona can't keep this up
I'm only here to make a tie.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1274294
>>1274216
>>1273965

1 Luc Limit

2 Hona Can't keep this up

>>1274510
Phew, lucky time is up then!

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>>1273965

As you watch Hona goes in for another pass, her sword licking out far faster than Luc can react; indeed it's probably such a level you would struggle to stop. Luc's eyes shut as he tries to jam time to a stop, but instead his nose positively sprays blood down his front even before the sword gives him a nick on the hip.

Luc falls to a knee as Honamurei claims her hat in the same pass and flamboyently places it atop her head. With a triumphent little hum she walks over and scoops him up under her arm with no resistance. It's then she looks up and sees you, the face of triumphant glee quickly falls into disbelieving shock.

"No Vay! I just got him!" She shouts up to your perch on a tree branch.

> [RELIEF] (Lie) Yeah you win

> [PRIDE] But he held you off just long enough

> [CURIOSITY] Have you worked it out yet?

> Write-In

>>1274630
>[PRIDE] But he held you off just long enough
Did you totally fucking miss the sky catching on purple fire?!

>>1274630
>> [PRIDE] But he held you off just long enough

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>>1274647

"But he held you off, juuuust long enough." You say with arms crossed. "Good job Luc." You compliment.

He must have slurred something in his semi conscious state, becuase Honamurei bops him on the head with her hilt in a fit of frustration. "Vell I still think it vas on time." She protests.

"Well if you were paying attention you'd know I lit up the whole sky when time was up." You start jumping back to the road, with Hona carrying Luc behind you.

"Vhat? You're lying!" She claims defiantly as you both land and you claim your pack next to the pineneedle covered path. Picking up the bag you put it on your shoulder and begin walking to Tinton.

"Well let me guess how it went. You felt like you had him but everytime he was just gone?" You tease in your uncanny mockery of a sing song tone.

"Vhat but ho- DID YOU CHEAT ME PURPS!" She suddenly screams, sotmping up a little cloud of pine needles.

> [PRIDE] Haven't you worked it out yet?

> I didn't

> [CRUELTY] If I did, I would have kicked your ass again

> Write-In

>>1274866
>> [CRUELTY] If I did, I would have kicked your ass again

>>1274866
>[CRUELTY] If I did, I would have kicked your ass again
We should throw Luc over our shoulder and carry him back. He would like that.

>>1274866
>> I didn't
just didnt metion what he could do:P

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You adopt a small mocking smile as you both begin to approach the path to the town, the large fields of open grounds that hold the small farmlands that feed Tinton. It's a beautiful midmorning, just about the time the bakeries will begin putting out their lunchtime bread.

"If I did cheat you, I would've just kicked your ass. Again." You state simply.

You are quite unprepared for the child that is hauled at your head faster than any young man has rights to be travelling. After an indeterminate amount of time you blink back awake,you have uncomfortable cobblestone road beneath your back and you are looking up at Hona staring down at you with a mix of concern and amusement.

Once she's 100% you've regained consciousness, she asks; "So uh vhat should we do first vhen we get into town?" clearly attempting to avoid the elephant in the room.

> [DETERMINATION] I'm going to Punch Lucky in his face

> [SHAME] We still could do with some money.

> [CRUELTY] Well I have bets to claim

> [CURIOSITY] Did you just knock me out with Luc?

> Write-In

>>1275005
>[CURIOSITY] Did you just knock me out with Luc?
Is he alright?

>>1275005
>> [CRUELTY] Well I have bets to claim

>>1275005
>> [CRUELTY] Well I have bets to claim

Heading to bed, will continue after college, beers and food tomorrow night.

>>1275035
night

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>>1275012

By the way earlier HOna made the bet for 24 hours. Should have been 28 hours but the common phrase slipped inr ather than the correct one.


"Well I have some bets to claim." You admit, enjoying watching her squirm. "I should probably get started on that."

"Vell-Vell-of course!" She says as defiantly as possible, it's amazing how young she can look.

"Well let's see, since you just threw Luc at me I think he's going to decide what you do first." Placing a finger on your chin you try to look as confused as possible, humming and hawwing while your friend sputters. A meticulous level of embarressment you manage to maintain even as you enter Tinton's dark wood gates.

A quick left turn sets you enroute to Lucky's Caravanassery.

> [LUST] Hona go buy something slutty

> [WORRY] Luc, you okay?

> [FRUSTRATION] I'm gonna go deal with Lucky

> Write-In

>>1276257

> [LUST] Hona go buy something slutty
If your going to be my bitch your going to look like it.
Also clean my stuff

>>1276257
>> [WORRY] Luc, you okay?
Should probably deal with the blood covered boy first

>>1276257
> [WORRY] Luc, you okay?

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"Hey Luc." You ask holding the boy's head up. "You okay?"

His eyes are clenched shut and he's pale, but he is conscious now. !Need quiet." He weakly protests, curling up against you as you take him away from Honamurei. "Wow, overusing that enigma is no joke." You say in hushed tones to his murmured ascent.

"Poor kid. Should have just given me my fucking hat!"Hona hisses.

He whines into your arms and you start heading across the lot back to your wagon when Lucky comes limping out of the office attached.

The moustached man is in poor shape, from here you can see a black eye and his hat is torn. But he's steadily limping towards you with a shaky smile on his face.

> Put Luc to bed

> See what he wants

> Punch him then go to the wagon

> Send Hona to do one of the above

> Write-In

>>1276332
>> Put Luc to bed

>>1276332
> Put Luc to bed
sleep snug

>>1276332

> Put Luc to bed

>>1276506
>>1276422
>>1276391

Writing in a second. something came up.

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>>1276391

Moving onwards with a firm stride you try to move as smoothly as possible in order not to jostle your pupil. "It's okay." You coo when a particularly jarring jolt of pain radiates through him. The WORRY you feel for him is natural and protective, enough that instead of hopping onto and into the wagon, you lean against it, stand on tip toes until you're sitting on it instead. Spinning on your ass is the smoothest method of entering, so despite the percieved lewdness that's the method you take.

"Hona his door." You softly say, you friend stealthily advancing and opening the door his bedchambers.

You begin to put him down, after entering the cabin's smallest room. It takes you standing on one foot and ficking back the sheets with your other one to nimbly make room for the child in bed. e retreats into his wool fortress eagerly, leaving you with a wistful smile on your face at forgotten memories of a past life.

"C-can you turn out the light Purps?" He squeaks from somewhere in the brown cocoon.

"Sure." You answer quietly, noticing Hona rapidly retreating from her position peeking around the doorframe. "Good work today Luc. Sleep tight." Is your last words before you gently close the door and leave him to recover.

"Now what to do with you?" You ponder aloud to Hona who puffs out her cheeks.

> [LUST] I'll take that lapdance now

> [PRIDE] You're going to herald my many victories in the town square

> [CONTENTMENT] Wanna grab lunch?

> [JEALOUSY] You're going to sing in a frilly dress. Turnabout is fairplay.

> Write-In

Sorry for the weird update timings, family being annoying tonight.

Any questions or feedback about this chapter?

>>1276729
>[LUST] I'll take that lapdance now
Fuck it, we can go to town later. Maybe go for dinner with her in a frilly dress and she can give us some after dinner entertainment by singing our praises.

>>1276729

> [JEALOUSY] You're going to sing in a frilly dress. Turnabout is fairplay.
Me us some money with that body

>>1276773
>>1276754

Even better make her dress skimpy and sing/dance for us

>>1276729
>> [LUST] I'll take that lapdance now

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>>1276773
>>1276754

The silence is heavy as you gulp to yourself, with a slight smirk and a nibble on your bottom lip you break it; "Well then." You say patting down your dress and taking a seat on the long couch. "Now that the child is in bed, I think I'll take that lapdance now." You purr, letting your arms spread across the back of the dress.

Your usually vocal friend opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Instead her pale skin begins to creep ever so closer to crimson territory. One of her fingers starts to make little circles on her thigh. The other picks at a button on her coat.

"V-V-Ve have no music!" She stutters as if she's solved the one method you have of getting her to do this.

"Hona... are you saying you won't dance for me just because there's no music?" You pout in a surprsingly sultry tone. "Well if it's necesarry. I guess I could sing for you...." The bait is thrown out and Honamurei looks tempted.

Wow she really wants to hear you sing doesn't she?

> [MAXIMUM LEWD] I'll sing.... if it's a stripshow

> [MEDIUM LEWD] You can leave the sword... but wear something more comfortable for the dance. I'll find the music.

> [LEWD LIGHT] I'll get you some music while you, calm down

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>>1276848
> [MAXIMUM LEWD] I'll sing.... if it's a stripshow

>>1276848
>[MAXIMUM LEWD] I'll sing.... if it's a stripshow
Best to set the tone early on in her service. Although I'm worried what her payback is going to be...

>>1276848

> [MAXIMUM LEWD] I'll sing.... if it's a stripshow
All the way
>>1276854

But yes shes going to get us back heaps.
Cant wait
Well she can tey

>>1276862

Mybe keep the boots, gun and sword on.......
Gives us something to take off

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>>1276878
>>1276862
>>1276854
>>1276850

I guess you can throw her a bone... after all you're going to enjoy this? Wait. You're going to enjoy this? Just the humiliation aspect right? Totally.

With burning cheeks you grin like a Smirker Devil - "I'll sing for you.." You begin glad to see her rise to the bait, "IF" the pause for effect has her both physically and metaphorically hanging on your every word. "You make it a strip show."

"Fine." She says immediately. Honestly you're pretty glad you're sitting down or else you'd probably have fell on your ass.

"Just.... give me a few minutes." She says under her breath.

Stepping out of your perverse side for a moment you lock gazes, "Hona. It's just me." You remind her with what you hope is a soothing smile.

"I know." She says.

"Keep the sword and hat though." You say biting on your hand slightly.

"Yes Ma'am." Hona salutes.


Paused for lewdbin writing

>>1276905

Oh yes.
Also is lucky going to walk in on us?
Wasnt he limping over?

>>1276927

Spoilers: He will not enter someone else's property.

>>1276905
Its getting hot in here

>>1276939

Thats lucky for us

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http://pastebin.com/yQfrtsTs

Incase pastebin killed the song link: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0nMbeXgsZN6

Please don't read the voting options until you've read the pastebin.


> Kiss Her

> "Kiss me"

> Stop

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>>1277024
man that was a good song pick
and nice stuff always good.
mybe you should wright Erica??

man if only this could get a made into n anime.

Kiss Her
your my solder
now undress me
with just your mouth/teeth and toung

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>>1277045

Thanks.

The lady singing is the person who turned me into a verbose little shit into a decent human being.

She has only one lung and is a great singer, teacher, friend and has that badass grandma vibe. "Linda Jaxson Band" if you liked and would like to look up more.

>>1277065
>>1277065
you know here?
damm yer il check her out.
decent human being. but beening for 4 chan?
just playing:)

>>1277065

Meh I think I turned out alright. Maybe a little more /d/ than normal.

>>1277024
>Kiss Her
Ill support >>1277045
Even though that anon has an offensive writing "style".

>>1277030
Also that pastebin was a good read, thanks.