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[sealegs]

And this is why I don't like places that spend too much good coin on dazzle and flair. You've your tall buildings and tall champagne glasses and tall heels-- but not a damned brothel in sight?

It's a disappointment for us all. Can you imagine how repressed the men must be here? Oh, you poor things. There's a term for that, you know. And a cure if you know where to look.

[Isabela did, however, find the nearest trashy bar. So she's there and using her wiles to get free drinks because her coin doesn't get her anything at all.]

Say-- what is this thing anyhow?

[She addresses the bartender, tapping at the screen she's seen a few others burying their noses into.]

Thought if I talked at it long enough, it would, I don't know. Do a trick- vibrate. Anything but sit there and blink at me.

[A swig of her tankard of beer, and she accidentally slams it down on the device, shutting off the feed.]

[ooc | I don't know why I posted this now when I'm about to go to the gym. BRB.]

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[wetworking]

[Isabella's reflexes would have to warn her, because Hazuki reaches out, fingers grasping-

For her hair. Briefly runs her fingers through it, (thick- she likes the feel of it in her hands), before fingers move to shoulder, tighten, and tug.

Because Hazuki doesn't waste time, nor motion, and even as a hand behind her is locking the door, she's moving in for a kiss.]

[sealegs]

[Isabela makes a noise of pleasure, so very pleased with how this situation turned out as she attempts to see just how strong this woman is, see if she can back her up against that door-]

[wetworking]

[Which she can, and she will. Beneath her sharp business attire, Hazuki is all lithe muscle, all training, and she knows exactly what she wants- and the role she likes is the aggressor.

One who does begin to try and corner Isabela, back her in to that door and have her mouth as well, a low growl of a noise in her throat.]

[sealegs]

[Isabela likes to be on top herself, but she also goes with the flow, adapts easily as long as her arms aren't bound and she can still fight if necessary. Having dealt with a few assassins, she knows better than to completely trust her partner in bed.

But she doesn't give up any power in that kiss, taking just as much as she's giving.]

[wetworking]

[This is almost new for Hazuki. She has a "type", after all. The sweet, naive, soft ones. They're easier prey, easier to bed and cuter, she thinks-

But she is also far too logical to be picky when it comes down to it.

And one thing Isabela had in common was their... assets. Which Hazuki's hand has begun to get acquainted with.]

[sealegs]

[And Isabela's been dying to get her hands on Hazuki's ass -- the pantsuit did her no justice whatsoever! Oh-

Such a fierceness - she can tell this woman's going to be a tiger in bed. And it's been way too long since Isabela was this aroused by a complete stranger.]

[wetworking]

[No, indeed, Hazuki didn't dress to flatter her figure- she was nowhere near as endowed as Isabela, but she had a modest bosom- her most redeeming feature, however, was her lithe, taut body- peak physical fitness, and grace to accompany it.]

Not bad so far.

[The most expressive thing Hazuki's done yet- she smirks in to the crush of lips.]

[sealegs]

Mm-

[She pulls away just a hair, just that little bit. She can't keep her hands to herself, doesn't want to-]

Shall we take this somewhere more-- comfortable?

[Not that she didn't enjoy a little wallsex, but--]

[wetworking]

[Hazuki stops almost immediately, able to, it seems, turn her arousal off an on at will. Something like that.

Her smirk remains, though.]

- We could.

[She breaks away, and proceeds down the hall toward a bedroom- along the way, suit jacket is discarded, and she's unbuttoning her blouse as she walks.]

[sealegs]

[Isabela...doesn't have much to remove. Except her daggers, of course, which she kindly deposits by the doorway. She kicks off her long boots, revealing shapely, powerful legs.]

[wetworking]

[Not something Hazuki minds.

She simply lays down the wooden sword she carries at her bedside, (Why a wooden sword and not a real one? She's not explaining.), and removes the rest of her shirt, only then moving to her pants.

Bindings instead of a bra, and black boyshorts. Feminine as can be, this one.]

[sealegs]

[Thankfully, Isabela likes them both ways. Keeping eye contact, she slowly undoes the ties holding her corset-like top together.]

[wetworking]

[Hazuki is crawling on to her bed, but her eyes haven't left Isabela. She's curvy, she likes that in a woman, and licks her lips a bit at the sight of those corset laces being undone.

It's a shame about the boots, though. Her legs are shapely- a consolation.]

[sealegs]

[And soon it unravels, falls to the ground as she kicks the fabric aside. She's only got a tiny pair of smalls on, black and -- yes, the very same strip of fabric that can be seen in the side slit of her top. What has she to hide? Nothing.

She places on knee on the mattress, predatory in her gaze and stance, moving up and pretty much wanting to rip that bra off of Hazuki.]

[wetworking]

[Intriguing- it's been a while since she's been with someone who could match her in aggression.

Hazuki will let her.

If only because she's busy biting after Isabela's lip.]