Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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- Jan 29, 2000
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"Well I'll be damned! You girls are... Naughty... Slipping me something like that! Come into my parlor so I can... Spank you both!" Humphrey was feeling it, whatever they had put in the grass cake was making him downright giddy. Wait... Grass? Oh, now he got it, and they'd even hinted at it before offering him some!
He lead them into the private, sound proofed parlor, where Donovan was watching from a secret room, through a magically enchanted painting of the mona lisa. Penny and Chloe had seen his signal and he knew they would be close at hand if he needed their help dealing with these two.
But his gut instinct already told him they were innocent. They clearly wanted his attention though, the poor ladies seemed starved for it. "So, tell me, why did you two want to come to this little soiree, what with the animosities between you and Chloe? I know you think she's... Guilty..." Humphrey asked as he unbuttoning his dress coat and slipped it off, tossing it on a chair.
He sat, leaning back on the fine billiards table set in the middle of the room, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his crisply pressed and pearly white dress shirt. He felt like something out of an Ian Flemming novel, smart, sexy and sophisticated.
Glancing over his shoulder as if noticing the pool table for the first time, he gave the two a quick peek. "Do you play? We could play for... Articles of clothing... Strip billiards?" He suggested, trying to break the sexual tension in the room. "You're already on up on me..." He pointed out, unclear it he meant the pot laced cake or the fact that he had already tossed his blazer off.
He lead them into the private, sound proofed parlor, where Donovan was watching from a secret room, through a magically enchanted painting of the mona lisa. Penny and Chloe had seen his signal and he knew they would be close at hand if he needed their help dealing with these two.
But his gut instinct already told him they were innocent. They clearly wanted his attention though, the poor ladies seemed starved for it. "So, tell me, why did you two want to come to this little soiree, what with the animosities between you and Chloe? I know you think she's... Guilty..." Humphrey asked as he unbuttoning his dress coat and slipped it off, tossing it on a chair.
He sat, leaning back on the fine billiards table set in the middle of the room, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top three buttons of his crisply pressed and pearly white dress shirt. He felt like something out of an Ian Flemming novel, smart, sexy and sophisticated.
Glancing over his shoulder as if noticing the pool table for the first time, he gave the two a quick peek. "Do you play? We could play for... Articles of clothing... Strip billiards?" He suggested, trying to break the sexual tension in the room. "You're already on up on me..." He pointed out, unclear it he meant the pot laced cake or the fact that he had already tossed his blazer off.