OOC: Okay I'm looking for a reasonably detailed, dominant guy who can be controlling and persuasive and isn't afraid to get a little rough. There will be slight resistance on my part. And not straight to sex
Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Height: 5"2
Looks: Long dark brown almost black hair that curls about half way down my back, and large brown eyes, slim, petite figure, 32c, slight tan.
Wearing: A flowing pink dress that comes just above the knees with a sweetheart neckline, with a black bow tying around pulling my waist in, and some matching pink heels.
I'm the daughter of a well known politition, because of this I grew up with a very sheltered life-style, young, pretty and innocent. Always being the good girl, I turned eighteen last week, and I grew tired of that life-style, wanting to experience new things, to live a little. Tonight I snuck out, deciding to go out, I stumble across a bar, one which I wouldn't ever go in.
IC: I look up at the building, hesitating slightly as I try and decide whether to go in or not, sure I want to experience new things, but I don't want to get myself killed. My eyes glance over at the group of scary looking men outside. Swallowing deeply, I brush the feeling away, walking up to the strong door, grabbing hold of the metal handle and pulling it open.
I glance around the dark room, people huddled everywhere, the room so full of smoke, I can barley make anything out, but from what I could, I know that I should not be here. Slowly I make my way over to the bar, leaning up against it as I wait for someone to serve me, I feel someone watching me and can't help the sudden sense of unease that runs through my body, turning my eyes lock with yours, and imediatly I blush, the blood rushing up to my cheeks. You look like the kind of guy my daddy warned me to stay away from.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, quickly I turn away from you.
"Erm rum and coke" I say the first thing that pops into my head.
Name: Hannah
Nickname: Annie
Height: 5"2
Looks: Long dark brown almost black hair that curls about half way down my back, and large brown eyes, slim, petite figure, 32c, slight tan.
Wearing: A flowing pink dress that comes just above the knees with a sweetheart neckline, with a black bow tying around pulling my waist in, and some matching pink heels.
I'm the daughter of a well known politition, because of this I grew up with a very sheltered life-style, young, pretty and innocent. Always being the good girl, I turned eighteen last week, and I grew tired of that life-style, wanting to experience new things, to live a little. Tonight I snuck out, deciding to go out, I stumble across a bar, one which I wouldn't ever go in.
IC: I look up at the building, hesitating slightly as I try and decide whether to go in or not, sure I want to experience new things, but I don't want to get myself killed. My eyes glance over at the group of scary looking men outside. Swallowing deeply, I brush the feeling away, walking up to the strong door, grabbing hold of the metal handle and pulling it open.
I glance around the dark room, people huddled everywhere, the room so full of smoke, I can barley make anything out, but from what I could, I know that I should not be here. Slowly I make my way over to the bar, leaning up against it as I wait for someone to serve me, I feel someone watching me and can't help the sudden sense of unease that runs through my body, turning my eyes lock with yours, and imediatly I blush, the blood rushing up to my cheeks. You look like the kind of guy my daddy warned me to stay away from.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, quickly I turn away from you.
"Erm rum and coke" I say the first thing that pops into my head.
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