Sev's Masked Ball.

"Masques are very good for an air of mystery, I agree," she turned to him acknowledging a fellow Southerner. "They also allow for the loosening of inhibitions and bit of debauchery." Laying a hand on him arm, "So tell me, are you just the master of ceremonies tonight or will you join the festivities?"

"Oh, I'm very game to partake of the forbidden pleasures of the flesh. And I must say that you seem very....compatible with my personal taste," I answer in a rather seductive manner.
 
Her eyes followed the two towards the door. Trying to mask the loneliness and the sudden feeling of being lightheaded she decided to try to find a place to sit. She makes her way over towards some chairs and almost collapses into one. She doesn't even notice how her skirt has ridden up and revealed almost everything. She is distracted by the sight of the tip of her tail lying between her feet. She quickly bends over and sets her glass down while palming the tip and then pretends to straighten her skirt a bit (as if it does any good) so that she can slid it under her tail to keep till she can figure out what to do with it.
 
"Oh, I'm very game to partake of the forbidden pleasures of the flesh. And I must say that you seem very....compatible with my personal taste," I answer in a rather seductive manner.

"Hmmm..." She takes a seat on a love seat near, crossing her legs. The slit in her dress reveals her nicely toned legs. She pats the seat next to her, "Join me. I'd love to hear why you think our tastes are so compatible."
 
"Hmmm..." She takes a seat on a love seat near, crossing her legs. The slit in her dress reveals her nicely toned legs. She pats the seat next to her, "Join me. I'd love to hear why you think our tastes are so compatible."

"Just a hunch, based on things like your fondness for the mystery and loss of inhibitions. I also meant that your style is compatible with my taste. And I love redheads. There could well be more things. I suspect that there are. You seem like an open-minded gal," I tell her as I sit with her.
 
"Just a hunch, based on things like your fondness for the mystery and loss of inhibitions. I also meant that your style is compatible with my taste. And I love redheads. There could well be more things. I suspect that there are. You seem like an open-minded gal," I tell her as I sit with her.

"I am open minded," she says with a smile. "Glad you love a redhead. I've heard over and over it's the blondes that have more fun, but in my experience, it's really the redheads who do." A hint of wickedness flashes through her green eyes. She offers her hand, "I failed to introduce myself. I'm Lexie."
 
"I am open minded," she says with a smile. "Glad you love a redhead. I've heard over and over it's the blondes that have more fun, but in my experience, it's really the redheads who do." A hint of wickedness flashes through her green eyes. She offers her hand, "I failed to introduce myself. I'm Lexie."

"It's okay. We had a lot going on. Nice to meet you, Lexie. Perhaps we should get much better acquainted. And I agree. Redheads are a lot of fun," I tell her.
 
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