Arachne’s Ladies’ Retreat at Leviathan’s Bath House
Date: 2025-08-28 20:14
(Arachne’s Ladies’ Retreat at Leviathan’s Bath House)
[Thu Aug 28 2025]
A Pristine Marble Changing Chamber/span>/spanThe women’s changing room extends along the eastern wall of the bathhouse,
its white marble floors polished to a subtle sheen that reflects the soft
lighting from frosted glass sconces. Individual changing stalls line one
wall, each fitted with a heavy linen curtain in pale cream, while the
opposite wall houses a row of mahogany lockers with brass fixtures that have
developed a gentle patina over time. Between the stalls and lockers,
upholstered benches in dove gray leather provide seating, their surfaces
showing the slight wear of regular use. The air carries warmth and humidity
from the adjacent hot springs, along with the faint mineral scent that
permeates the entire facility. Cedar shelving units hold stacks of thick
white towels and terrycloth robes, while small marble-topped vanities with
oval mirrors occupy the spaces between every third locker. The ceiling rises
to twelve feet, its plaster surface painted the same pristine white as the
walls, with a series of small vents that maintain air circulation without
creating drafts. Near the entrance to the hot springs, a shallow footbath
filled with warm water allows bathers to rinse their feet before entering the
pools./span>/spanIt is about 55F(12C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Madison/span>/span“Yeah. Duty calls…” Sofia groans, especially as she hears another couple of notifications in her ear. She gives an apologetic look to someone. “I’ll be back as soon as these rescues go down, it’s a meat grinder.”
Nemi looks wide eyed at the secret door.
Nemi says “I love this place already.“
“Yeah. Duty calls…” Sofia groans, especially as she hears another couple of notifications in her ear. She gives an apologetic look to those assembled. “I’ll be back as soon as these rescues go down, it’s a meat grinder.”
Remaining in her bikini, Seraphina picks up a towel, and heads toward the west, again fussing with her pony to ensure all her hair is gathered properly.
Amber slips into a changing stall, coming back out again wrapped in a towel. She doesn’t really look all here, shuffling out after the others.
There isn’t much that Aishia opts to shed, only finding a spot to put a foot down on — one after the other — to quickly loosen some string, and then unwind that which comfortably clothes her lower legs and feet. Nevertheless, a towel is fished up, tossed over a shoulder, and then she proceeds further inwards. To find a spot on the shallow’s edges, somewhere to sit herself down on the dry, or at least drier, parts of the area.
Seraphina sets her ivory towel down at the side of the pool to keep it for when she needs it. She remains in her bikini, despite the very definition of a classic bathhouse. She is more than happy to take one of the lovely drinks on display. “This is simply fantastic, Arachne!” she enthuses to the woman, drawn in awe as she takes in the atmosphere.
Sarah sneaks on in after the others, peeking at unfamiliar faces and offering little wiggles of a wave if she’s spotted. She sidles on up to Amber instead, brightly offering, “Hey bestie!” before she beams at Lillian, too, “And it’s nice to meet you!” she adds. Then she takes in the area, and the drinks.
Lillian steps in after Amber and then immediately drifts over to the drinks to nab one. “Mmm… this one looks cute good.” And she grabs the hibiscus cocktail. She turns to Sarah with a drink to her lips, eyebrows raising. “Hm? Oh! Are you Sarah? I’m Lillian. Hi.”
Nemi nods and smiles thankfully to Arachne. She nods softly, but shakes her head when the drinks are pointing out. “Thank you for the offer but- I must decline, the only promise I can keep I do plan on such, no alcoholic drinks for me.” She says softly, a bit shyly as she obviously does her best to express no offense to the fairchild-montrose. “The smokables I will have to see about enjoying when the time comes.” She says with a soft smile.
Alice trudges in after having finally gotten changed, already looking distracted, annoyed, bothered, the opposite of how someone should look at a ladies’ night. “Sorry,” she murmurs.
Arachne swirls her gin about within its pretty little glass, cheeks dimpling just the faintest with the bloom of an almost bashful smile at Seraphina’s praise. “You’re just so darling, Seraphina. I’m really happy you could join. I kept the planning light since the whole point was to have everyone come and have a good time, but I do have games and everything planned. I wanted to get everyone their refreshments, meet each other, and then we’ll start the games.” She nods with easy understanding toward Nemi, confessing, “I had meant for the mocktails to be brought out, but there was a mix-up with the menu order I placed with the bathhouse beforehand.”
Amber offers Sarah an open arm for a one-armed hug, should it be accepted, “Hey you. Long time no see.” She eyes the drinks with a faint pout, “Probably get in trouble if I drank here…”
Casey heads back over to the change rooms to grab a towel and throw it over her shoulder before returning to where the women are congregating. She shows no recognition for anyone here which reflects as some awkwardness in the way she moves to the bar but picks a spot not beside anyone.
Arachne scans the crowd over, her gaze immediately catching on Sarah and Casey, the most unfamiliar in her eyes. “Hi. Thank you for coming out. I don’t think we’ve met before,” she realizes. “You both are so pretty. I’m Arachne. Arachne Fairchild-Montrose.
Nemi nods softly. “It is quite nice seeing so many I’ve seen about town in one place for a night of relaxation. This is indeed quite a thoughtful event.” She admits with a soft chuckle. She gives others a soft wave as they enter.
“I passed by the phone, and I was very tempted to pick it up to see what sort of eighties throwback game we were going to play,” Seraphina tells Arachne. “But I did need this evening. It has been a month!” Seraphina lingers at the bar, her own drink in hand, and then gently swirled so that the gold dust melts down into the liquid and swirls in a most pleasing way.
Lillian grins at Amber. “I’d let you have a drink if you wanted to enjoy some, too.”
“It sounds like there is a bit of a disaster going on with the mist.” Casey chimes in to be somewhat included in the bar conversation. She looks relieved then when Evalina arrives and she gives her a genuine smile, “I guess it didn’t go well huh?”
“I am!” Sarah enthuses to Lillian, “It’s so good to see you in person!” she decides on the spot. She is carrying a towel, for…purposes of fitting in? Cause she’s sure not wearing it. She does not see any issue with embracing Amber anyway, squeezing her tight for a moment, “And you!” she adds with a laugh as she scoops a drink and scurries off to lean on a counter.
Evalina looks rather uncomfortable for some reason, blood running from a fresh gash on her back, a red tinge to her face as she walks up towards Casey, then hugging her from behind. “Well, that was a disaster.”
Not one to normally smoke, anything truly, except in certain occasions, such as tonight, Seraphina glides along the counter to where the smokes are, and she selected one for herself. She rolls it around between her fingers, “What is this?” she asks, nodding to Casey. “It sounds like a terrible night to be out on the streets. I am not sure how many were taken, but it seems like a good amount of people got caught unaware.”
“I heard you got hurt?” Casey ask Evalina, showing concern even when the woman has the strength to hug her from behind like nothing is really wrong. “You know, if I got some armor and a little practice I could probably just come along.”
Alice looks around a moment, eyes narrowed, but finally, she sets her phone on the counter, face-down, and starts to relax, shutting her eyes fully and just sinking a little lower into the water. “Alright,” she mutters, mostly to herself. “They figured it out without me.”
Evalina nods towards Casey, resting against her back for a moment, then giving her a tilt of her head. “With some practice, probably.” She agrees softly, then finally noticing Alice and giving her a little wave. “Good to see you.”
Amber is quite solidly in a towel, by contrast, settling in by the counter post-hug. To Lillian, “I meant trouble in the ‘probably a health code violation’ way.”
Alice opens one eye to peer over at Evalina as she’s addressed, offering a smile in response as a drink finds its way into her hands. “Hey, Miss Evalina. I can’t believe no one’s done this until now. A ladies’ night was sorely needed, if you ask me.”
Attendants work to dispense drinks amongst the ladies arranged between the two granite counters at Arachne’s behest. Her voice rises clear over the soft din of conversation, wondering, “Is there anyone without a drink?”
“I didn’t think you cared much about what health inspectors thought,” Lillian lightly teases Amber before taking another sip of her drink.
Traipsing along the pool’s edge, Aishia makes for a spot where the granite counter looks clear of props and refreshments. She turns her back to it, puts her palms on the damp stone, and up she hoists herself to promptly claim a spot on it. A look to her side and, why look at that; There’s a drink already, and it’s presented more than prettily enough this woman’s ill prepared to resist its charms. One’s reached for, and as out comes an almost instinctive ‘cheers’ in a foreign tongue, one that’s quickly corrected by a communal toast gesture all around.
“.. it feels a touch cross to drink to one’s health, when… the mist’s being so..” Let’s just not finish that thought, silencing herself by sucking in sharply. Head shook, a last concerned look at the changing room is cast, but then her focus shifts to the drink in hand. And the pearl she sees at the bottom of her drink. Now that’s some solid incentive to finish the drink in due time, no?
Seraphina brings the pipe to her lips and seeks to inhale the floral otherworldly smoke into her lungs. She sinks down, eyes fluttering with the hold of her breath. She slowly opens her eyes as she exhales a plume of pretty smoke. “Much needed, yes.” She holds her glass up to make a small toast toward the hostess.
Casey holds up two fingers towards the nearest attendant to order drinks which come by for herself and Evalina. The two seem to be a unit with how Evalina holds onto the femme. “I don’t think I know a single person here.”
Tamar slips in after some wavering in the entrance area, a towel wrapped tightly around her. She finds a spot at the near the edge of the pool to sit, dipping her feet in the water.
“Well, I care when it makes my boss look bad,” Amber shrugs helplessly to Lillian, visibly tense as she leans against the counter still. She has no drink, but she doesn’t speak up to Arachne’s question either.
Evalina squeezes Casey just a little more – some overly indulgent PDA, the monster, as she responds to Alice with a friendly smile. “Eva. Just call me Eva.” She offers her, “And totally agreed.” She sighs, then gestures, “Casey, Alice here is the Warden of the Order. She is very sweet.” She tells her, then gesturing to Seraphina. “Sera here is also a good person to know, she owns the Inkwell, which is lovely…” She then looks at the granite counter. “…Over there… The important looking one is Arachne. The pale one is Amber. Her girlfriend is Lillian…” She trails off, then shrugs. “I am sure you’ll meet them all.”
“It makes me uneasy that one of my own is lost in the mists right now as well,” Arachne confides to Aishia with a shadow of worry darkening her eyes, the corners of her mouth pulled upward in a tight commiserating smile. “So rather than drinking to our good health, perhaps it can be to the mists dissipating and a successful rescue of everyone who has been abducted by the night’s end,” she proposes, raising her glass high as though in reverent prayer before taking a sip of it.
Tamar doesn’t escape her notice, lingering at the fringes. She leans over, tapping a passing attendant to send one of the pretty cocktails her way.
“Ladies! Could you gather ’round?”
“I’m Seraphina. Sera is fine, though.” Seraphina introduces herself to Casey. “There are only certain occasions in which I demand Seraphina.” She grins, as if she could demand anything.
At the wish, Seraphina lofts her glass higher, sips, then wades toward the counter.
“To that..” Aishia shares, a nod of agreement offered aside to Arachne, paired with a wan, but warm-enough smile – and up that glass of her comes again. “.. I will happily drink.” And, as promised, so she does. Up the glass comes, angle adjusted, and down pours the first few samples of this mystery cocktail.
Alice slips over from her spot to get closer to Arachne, wading through the water and letting some of the worry and annoyance drift off her. To Casey, she dips her head in a quick, smiley greeting, wiggling her fingers in a wave, too. “Ah, yeah. Alice is fine, don’t have to be Warden tonight. Kinda,” she adds as an afterthought. She gets ready with her drink as Arachne readies for a toast, lifting her glass with a weak, tired smile before taking a drink. “To the mist dissipating,” she manages just before downing the alcohol.
Tamar blinks when the attendant comes her way with the offered drink. “Thank you,” the girl murmurs, taking it and just holding it for the moment. She seems a little hesitant about it, but as other people all start sipping after the toast, she brings it to her lips and takes a small sip of her own.
Sarah wiggles her fingers happily to Evalina and Tamar both as she spies them. A lot of her attention seems to be on watching Amber and Lillian with a slight tilt of her head. “Oooh, yeah, to no more mist! Uh, here, anyway!” she repeats, sort of, and takes her drink, which is followed by an, “Ooooh…that’s pretty good…”
Casey smiles, leaning back against Evalina as she sips her drink and listens to the introductions till they are completed. She gives a smile and nod to Seraphina then says, “Maybe I do remember you helping me in your shop at some point? Or I’m losing my mind.” she raises her flute in a cheers to the women who introduced themselves at Evalina’s prompting then she re-introduces herself, “Casey. I’m a singer and independent.”
Nemi nods softly, raising her smoking glass to the cheers. “To the mist dissipating.” She says in confidence as she chuckles softly. “A better toast indeed…”
Casey belatedly joins everyone at the counter, sticking close to Evalina with her free hand slipping about the red-heads waist while her other hand holds her flute of whatever fancy drink is inside.
Evalina had followed along to the gathering, Casey in tow, gently squeezing her against herself before taking a sip from her drink. “…Terrible honestly, all these kidnappings…”
“Welcome to the Ladies’ Retreat!” Arachne gushes toward the gathered ladies around her, her language and demeanor relaxed, melted against the bar counter, and one could mistake her for just another twenty-something. “We’ve shed our layers and left our worries back in the changing room. Think not of politics or any enemies among us, as we’re all amazing babes seeking to just unwind and have a good time for some much needed R&R!”
She takes a pointed drink of her misted gin, then grabs a glass pipe from a silver tray floating around. An attendant sparks it up for her, and she imbibes delicately and demurely with a modest puff.
“If this is your first time to my events, let me quickly explain how things go. The bath house is large enough for everyone to split off and hang out quietly among themselves. I didn’t plan separate activities like I normally would, so if you’re just here to relax and kick it with a few people you want to talk to, do that! If you want to join me in some of the games I have planned for ice breakers, do that! No fuss or drama is my only rule.”
“I have faith in the people who are out there, looking.” Seraphina says to Evalina, licking her lips of the sweetness that has pebbled upon her lips.
Evalina whispers to Alice, Seraphina and Casey conspiratorially, “Surely we can do a little drama right? Just a little bit?” Her eyes flit around mischievously, then grinning towards Arachne, “I am quite excited about the games. I bet they will be fun.”
Casey gives Evalina a hip bump and whispers to her a bit too loudly to be a true whisper. “There could’ve been men here, as long as they were like. Gagged, and in speedos. Meant to serve us drinks.” she giggles at this image she’s conjured up in her head and delivered into Evalina’s brain. She gives a bob of her head in agreement with Evalina and says, “I’m up for games.”
“Woo R&R,” Amber offers, too quietly to be a real cheer, after Arachne. After a moment, she adds, “I am here for games. Sorry we didn’t get around to me helping plan those.” She seems content to lean against the counter, though glances are spared Lillian and Sarah every so often to make sure they’re having fun.
Seraphina nods to Arachne, “I like that. No fuss, no drama.” She taps her nose at Evalina, “Only if it means that you are going to perform a monologue.”
“I also have four boxes of very extravagant and gorgeous gifts that only four beautiful women can receive tonight,” Arachne reveals after an attendant, lifting a luminous ring box to show off with a playful bounce of her brows toward Evalina. “A little drama never hurt anybody, but not all drama is good drama. I’m going to head over to the shallows where the phone is, so I’ll see you girls over there who are ready for some games!”
Nemi nods softly, giving a soft chuckle. “Games will be fun to play and experience, even if I do not win one, having fun and trying is enough for me non the less.”
Lillian finishes off one of her drinks and joins Amber’s cheer. “Games. Woo!”
Casey’s brow lifts as she watches the woman disrobe just before heading to the water, she glances to Evalina and wonders, “Was the bikini even necessary?”
Alice mouths ‘sorry’ to the others around her, answering a phone call.
“I still have that – at this point very well practiced – poem baring myself from the poetry night.” Evalina suggests to someone with a wink, then giving Casey a small squeeze of her shoulders. “Let’s go to the shallows and play?”
“I still have that – at this point very well practiced – poem baring myself from the poetry night.” Evalina suggests with a wink, then giving Casey a small squeeze of her shoulders. “Let’s go to the shallows and play?”
Nemi follows close as she hums softly, letting out a tiny puff of smoke that gets nicely shaped into a little hoop before it dissipates.
Tamar lowers her glass to cradle between her hands in her lap, head tilting to one side as she listens to Arachne and watches her take a puff of the pipe. When people start to move off she pulls her legs out of the water and heads over to the shallows.
Seraphina follows Arachne into the shallows, keeping her glass held up over her head to keep water from diluting it. She nods to Tamar, “Hello, Tamar,” is greeted, now that it is far less crowded and it is easier to talk.
Alice lets out a long, long sigh, before she catches a laugh from Evalina’s insistent, grinning. “Yeah, my life is actual for real yuri.”
Nemi chuckles softly.
Casey slips off her sandals and nods to Evalina, prepared to follow along with the redhead. “If nothing else babe, I am enjoying the views.” she wears a playful smile at this. She remains in the bikini she wore inside still, confident in that but likely not confident in going in anything less amongst so many strangers.
“Games?” Sarah wonders of Amber, “What kind of games?” she has to question at that, “Liiiike, diving games or something?” she wonders further still, instead of just, going over to see, like a sane person. She grins over at Alice and Evalina, “Everyone’s life should have real yuri in it.” she solemnly intones.
Tamar moves into the shallows, the towel getting wet and starting to cling to her in revealing ways. She glances at Seraphina, offering a faint, fleeting smile, “Hello Seraphina. All is well?”
“Suppose I’ll go play some games…” Alice wonders, drifting off.
Lillian laughs and drifts over in the direction of games. “Weelllll I’m going to find out.”
“Let’s find out,” Amber offers to her peoples, wading off.
Annabelle just about eats it as she steps out from the changing room, still tired enough to dunk her bag into the water, hissing from a cut on her arm. “..Tss-tss. Hai guys. I slept in.”
“All is very well, tonight.” Seraphina says in a soft, dreamy and relaxed Southern draw. Her pupils are dilated, and that smile just doesn’t want to fade. A sip taken, she asks, “So what is the game?
Evalina chuckles to Sarah, “You support /girlkissing/?” She says in mock-shock, “I can’t believe you. I’d never do a thing like that.” For evidence, leaning closely against Casey.
Arachne raises her hand up to welcome Annabelle with a flutter of her fingers. “Hey Anna! Head over to the poolside bar and get yourself a drink or something to smoke and set the mood, then you can either come and join us or lounge wherever you like. I’m about to lead these gorgeous babes through the first game.”
Sarah snickers softly at Evalina, “I support waaaayyyy more than kissing.” she informs as she sheds her illustrious healer panties to slip into the water, sticking sort of nearer to Amber and Lillian than anyone else at the moment.
“Hello Anna,” Tamar offers over Annabelle’s way, trying her best not to look to awkward and just relax and enjoy things.
Casey is careful to hold her flute out of the water, sipping at it once she’s settled into the warm pool alongside Evalina. As she notices just about everyone strip down once in the pool, the femme bows to peer pressure and reaches behind herself to untie her bikini top and remove it. She playfully drapes the garment on Evalina’s head and says, “I’m starting to enjoy myself.”
Annabelle looks at the path she must travel to follow this order, and for such rewards? If there be bounty in what she fetches there is no young glimmer in her eyes for the prize sought.
“‘Kay.” She says nasally, and, holding her back up like a flag or a saved child, she wades off.
Arachne wades out into the middle of the pool, a hand drawn out coax a vintage pink rotary telephone out behind her. “The first icebreaker game up for tonight is called… Spa Roulette!” she announces to the babes. “Each of you have to come up and answer the call of the diva on the other line. Whatever she commands, you do. No picking your girlfriends or besties. Try to mingle, okay?”
“And don’t worry. There isn’t anything scandalous or dangerous!”
Annabelle returns with a cigarello, classy and holding it backwards with a full fist.
Evalina giggles softly at Casey, drinking from her own flute as she wears the bikini top with pride, “I would take mine off too, but uh.” Beat. A shrug follows and she’s looking at Arachne curiously. “Mmm… I wonder what it’s going to request of us…” She murmurs, then waving to Sophie, “Hi Soph!”
Alice watches Arachne wade, nursing a barely-touched drink in one hand and desperately trying to ignore her phone with the other. She furrows her brow, listening to the instructions, but then she nods. “It’s like Kings,” she says, “Except it’s not random. Right? That sounds fun.”
Nemi nods softly, giving a soft chuckle when nothing scandalous was said after the person on the other side of the phone was called a Diva as she smiles.
Sophie waves to someone, “Hey hey.”
Sophie waves to Evalina, “Hey hey.”
Tamar glances down at the drink in her hands, contemplating something then listening to what Arachne has to say. She brings it to her lips again, this time taking a longer drink before smiling faintly at Annabelle.
Amber starts to slip off the towel with the others, but Casey’s couple comments has her wrapping it tighter instead. Even as it becomes soaked from the shallow waters reaching the bottom hem. She listens to Arachne’s instruction next, giving a curious look at the phone, “Do most people in this room know this is what phones used to look like? Sounds fun. Truth or dare without the hard part.”
“Hey I know this one.” Casey says with some joy mixed in her tone as she notices Sophie and gives a wave of her hand above the water line. “Been a hot minute.”
“I was waiting on you to make this into a weird educational moment about things of antiquity. Have you considered elevating your career to be a technological historian,” Arachne teases Amber aside when she overhears her courtier’s factoid about her phone, then pushes it forward in the water in front of her. “Don’t be shy, ladies! Which one of you are going first?”
[OOC: Use telephone.]
“Soph!” Seraphina greets Sophie. “You never responded about Saturday.” There is a pout, but her eyes are already on others to see whomst shall go first. She waits for a good few before she starts to slip throught the pool toward the phone. She pauses, and asks, “Are you starting of off, Arachne?”
Arachne uses a champaign squirt gun: A jet of celebratory chaos arcs through the air and hits its mark with fizzy precision.
Sophie waves at Casey, “Long time no see.” She then glances over at Seraphina, “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it, but I hope you have a blast. Truly.”
Arachne/span>/spanLillian gives Amber a light bump of the shoulder. Her towel is still around her body. “You aren’t old enough to have used a rotary phone either.”
“Mm… I’ll go. Could use a distraction,” Alice says, wading through the water to reach for the phone.
“EEEEeeeeeEEE!” Seraphina squeals as she gets squirted with an unknown substance, until she gives her lips a little taste. And then the sound is “OOOOOoooOOO.” She gets over to the phone. “I’ll go.”
Tamar chews on the corner of her lip, taking another drink and then is about to raise her hand when others get there before her.
Alice uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice titters with delight: “Sit beside someone new darling and tell them what their aura tastes like.”
Sarah helpfully cozies up to Amber’s other side as she reports, “I used to have one! It was a goofy one.” she informs Amber and Lillian, and, well probably almost everyone else, since she almost fully lacks an inside voice, “It said something…uh…gyarshy?”
“Someone new,” Alice/span>/span“I’m very good at saying things nobody wanted to know or hear. Though not the best in town,” Amber answers back to Arachne with a little wince, “Sorry.” To Lillian, “I did. They weren’t common but weren’t completely out either. Mostly when visiting older relatives.” She glances to the phone as Alice listens, waiting for the results. As she does, she gives a lean to Lillian and then Sarah.
Seraphina uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice croons dramatically: “Kiss someone’s hand or their cheek like they’re a royal lover you’ve been dying to scandalize.”
Lillian watches Alice with a light, curious smile. “I’m Lillian. I still haven’t been nearly as social as I’d like since moving in.”
“I am the behaviest.” Annabelle/span>/spanEastwood in the eyes but Victorian in her faux hurt at be anything but. She puffs on the unlit cigarello, making an odd, gagging noise.
Tamar glances between Annabelle and someone, still a bit confused about these water-spouting toys but certainly starting to relax a bit as the alcohol kicks in. Her faint smiles lingering for longer.
Evalina gives a rather sudden yelp, freezing for a moment, then scraping her throat. She watches Alice curiously, eyes flitting to Seraphina as she uses the phone, “…I’ll go next if nobody else is dying to?” She suggests as Seraphina does her thing.
Tamar glances between Annabelle and Arachne, still a bit confused about these water-spouting toys but certainly starting to relax a bit as the alcohol kicks in. Her faint smiles lingering for longer.
Nemi takes a breath in, heading over to the receiver to go after Seraphina. She has to be brave, today is the day she can be brave.
Nemi uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice titters with delight: “Sit beside someone new darling and tell them what their aura tastes like.”
Arachne says “If it sounds like it’s told you to do something someone else’s already doing, you can go again!/span>/spanTamar asks Annabelle, looking at the cigarello she is play puffing on.
Nemi nods softly, picking up the phone once more.
Nemi uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice howls with laughter: “Strut that towel like couture darling, we want a runway walk no one will forget.”
Seraphina listens to the voice on the other line. “Scandalous!” she says with a soft laugh. Her gaze drifts along the faces of the ladies within the shallows. “But whom …” Of course, the diva on the other end says no more. But when Nemi approaches, guess whom becomes her target. “You..” she points to Nemi, crooking a finger to beckon the woman close. It could be only to see the other blush.
“Go give it a ring. I wont be jealous.” Casey/span>/spanArachne uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice squeals in delight: “Do your best impression of someone in this room, extra points if it‘s scandalous.”
Nemi blushes at the phone, face utterly red, a deep blush, and then she turns to Seraphina as she raises an eyebrow and walks over, a bit curious as her face is still a red blush.
“Lillian,” Alice/span>/span“Oh I don’t smoke.” Annabelle concedes to Tamar, flopping a hand back and forth. “It’s really sexy but I don’t need stuff in my perfect lungs. They’re really nice to me, helping me breath, I don’t wanna fill them with smoke.
Evalina stands up, then approaches the telephone herself, doing her best not to be noticed too much as she approaches it. She chuckles, looking at it. “Jeesh, last I’ve seen one of these was with Helen…” She murmurs, then finally bringing it to her ear, “Yes Darling?”
Evalina uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice rasps like gossip over champagne: “Announce the naughtiest compliment you’ve ever received, then pass it off as your own.”
Evalina flushes a bright red, “…Uhm.”
Lillian raises an eyebrow as her smile becomes a wide, cockeyed grin. “No one has told me as much, but I’d certainly believe it. Cherries fit me enough, I think.”
Sarah hums softly as she watches the mingling, and then decides to wade on over to try it out herself, inspecting the phone curiously before picking it up whenever someone else isn’t. She snickers at Evalina for a long few seconds before she takes the possible distraction to make her go.
Sarah uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice roars with scandal: “Darling, pick the one who looks most dangerous and call them your secret crush for the next round.”
Casey laughs out loud at Evalina and commentates, “Oh this is going to be very good. I can imagine it’s pretty dirty.” she doesn’t help Evalina or do her any favors by setting the bar so high
Not one to be left out of the fun games, Arachne/span>/spanHalf Seraphina’s work is already done for her, just Nemi’s own request from the diva. She reaches for the woman’s cheeks to draw her in for a kiss on the other’s cheek, leaving her lip imprint there, deep berry, plush, and quite visibly female. She lingers her lips at her cheek and whispers into the woman’s ear before she pulls away. She finishes it all up with a wink.
Tamar ahs softly at Annabelle, nodding her head a little. Her eyes scan the room and the other women, a faint smirk touching on her lips when Evalina starts blushing.
“Huh?” Alice wonders, hearing her name called in so sweetly a manner. She turns, looking for who it was – and then her eyes rest on Arachne, and she raises an eyebrow, watching the approach warily, like a gazelle who’s wondering if that strange lump in the grass is a lioness or simply some odd grass. “Oh, jeez, am I about to get dunked underwater or something?”
Amber eyes Lillian and Alice a bit, but she looks to Sarah as she takes her turn. But then it’s like she can feel Arachne’s gaze, and her attention goes there next. She seems to be a little overwhelmed, trying to keep up on all that goes on.
“Aww…I sorta wanted the strutty one…” Sarah complains, mildly, scratching at her cheek, “What’s ‘for the next round’ mean anyways?” she wonders. Then she’s clucking her tongue, surveying the gathering in search of the most dangerous game-assistant, tapping at a cheek.
Nemi stammers softly. Response, not formed in any way as her normally pale skin remains a nice faint rose hue’d tint from the kiss thanks to Seraphina. She has no idea what to say but she just shakily nods softly. The compliment really having embarrassed her for sure as she coughs, thinking of what to do as she looks to her towel.
Annabelle uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice howls with laughter: “Strut that towel like couture darling, we want a runway walk no one will forget.”
Arachne claps her hands together under her chin, gray eyes gone wide and sparkling like she’s stepped straight out of a manga panel. She sways from side to side, voice pitched high and breathy as she gushes to Alice, “A-Alice-cha…! E-ever since you gave me that yuri volume, my kokoro has been going doki doki every night!” She pantomimes clutching an invisible book to her naked, meager chest before dramatically offering it out with both hands, knees bent in exaggerated bashfulness, a tide of wet curls spilling forward.. “Please, read this one with me under the cherry blossoms after class! I want to hold hands on the train and… a-and share pocky too!” Her cheeks flush pink in feigned innocence before she squeals, twisting side to side like a giddy schoolgirl. “Ara, ara, arraa…” she sighs, bringing a hand delicately to her cheek to calm herslf. “What ever shall I do? I’ve worked myself up. This is so embarrassing.”
Nemi nods softly, taking a breath in as she heads towards the deeper pools for something before turning and chuckling softly with someone’ impression of someone in the room as she wears a soft grin as her soft chuckles continue.,
Nemi nods softly, taking a breath in as she heads towards the deeper pools for something before turning and chuckling softly with Arachne’s impression of someone in the room as she wears a soft grin as her soft chuckles continue.,
“I did, you just missed it!” Annabelle/span>/spanLillian almost immediately has to cover her mouth as the laughter starts to pour out. “That’s just mean.”
Evalina was not expecting a question like that, her face rather rapidly turning a bright, bright red. She squirms in her place, trying to figure out what to do about it. She straightens herself, scraping her throat several times. “Well.” She averts her eyes, shivering a little before she finally manages to peer over the others. “…This is quite…” A sigh escapes her, she gathers herself, then, still red-faced, she announces. She points at no one in particular, striking a pose as if doing a sleaze pick-up line before she shares, “Your mouth looks fantastic with ruined lipstick!” She exclaims, then – she dives, right into the shallows. Potentially, never to be found again.
Tamar giggles at Annabelle but then her attention is taken by Arachne’s performance. “I suppose I should try, too?” she murmurs Annabelle’s way, glancing at the phone a little like it were a serpent. Eventually she makes her way over, picking it up warily.
Amber kind of just gapes at Arachne’s display. She is dead, in this moment, in both senses of the word. Rendered speechless, staggering back in the water as if by an invisible blow.
Alice opens her mouth as Arachne starts to speak, but words, breath, and ability to maintain functioning are ripped from her, along with her soul and her willingness to be visible. She turns red, then redder, then YET redder, her entire face a tomato as she tries to take a step back under the hideous onslaught the Court monarch throws at her. It’s her kokoro that’s going doki doki, that’s for damn sure. She reaches up to clutch at her towel, barely able to make eye contact, before she starts to sink into the water, like Godzilla after he’s done destroying Tokyo. She can say little. She can only blush, look away, and murmur, “A-actually, I was thinking of inviting you to the aquarium…”
Sophie makes a little ‘huh’ sound, “I need to remember that one.”
Tamar uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice cackles: “Blush or bold, say something to the one across from you that either makes them blush or makes the rest of us faint.”
Casey raises her glass to Evalina and does the posh sort of clap where one taps the wrist holding her drink so that she doesn’t spill it and doesn’t really make any noise. “Bravo.” she wears an amused expression at Evalina’s expense.
Annabelle nonetheless looks over to Alice with great anticipation for how to respond to this fortuitous confession.
Nemi nods softly. Turning to Seraphina. “I’ll be right back- I’ve an Idea for my task.”
Sarah shrugs and wades her way back on over to plop down beside Amber. Just in time to spy Arachne’s imitation. Her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush bright in second-hand embarrassment, “Wooooowwwww…” she emits softly, then Alice adds on and she can only repeat, “Woooooowwwww.”. She blinks over at Evalina, next, or where she used to be…? “I’m like, eighty percent sure I said waaaaaayyy grosser stuff to you before.” she teases, “You’re holding out on us!”. And only then does she bump Amber, “You gonna go?” she wonders, “Mine was sorta confusing.”
Seraphina sinks down into the water, leaning up against the wall as she settles on a step. She sips her drink, turning to Sophie. “Shame that you can’t make it. I had been looking forward to it. If there is a better day…?”
Tamar listens to the voice on the other side of the phone, frowning and then looking up at the others wading about in the pool.
Evalina surfaces far-too-long after, next to Casey, then furrowing her brow at Sarah from there. “…I /presume/ the Diva wanted compliments you can say in public, not sexy talk!” She protests, “…If I’d give one of those I am fairly sure Arachne would end up regretting this game…” Her eyes flit to Arachne, “…That talk goes a bit far. Doesn’t really count as a compliment either, I think….”
Lillian giggles some more. “I guess I have to move up our plans for the aquarium to our next date…” she teases Amber.
Sarah tilts her head, tapping at her cheek a few times before she shrugs at Evalina, “Mmmm…no yeah that’s probably fair.” she concedes.
Sophie gives Seraphina a little smile, “Don’t change it on my account. I’m just busy on Saturday.”
Nemi slowly comes in from the deeper pools, having been in the deeper waters with her towel on for a moment, as she partially comes up from the water she exhales a lot of smoke. Seemingly having inhaled as much as she could from her pipe, it creates a sort of mist, her runway the pools, her towel now hugging her curves a bit better due to the- Lack of not being dry anymore, she comes up strutting effortlessly, hips softly swaying as she re-approaches the group and comes up onto the side of the pools taking a step step up back onto the tiled safe haven from water that only helps to express the confident she had built up for this before softly shifting one of her feet forwards with a hand on her thigh in a mock performer pose. Though it reality it was’nt that bad.
Arachne gasps theatrically, fingertips pressing to her lips as if Alice’s shy little murmur just shattered her heart in the sweetest way. Then her dangerous grin slips back into place, curling sly at the edges while she leans forward to coo, “Ara ara… my, my, Alice-chan, the aquarium? You tempt me with fishies and first dates now?” She pantomimes fanning herself like a blushing heroine, before lowering her lashes, voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “Careful, darling… if you confess like that again, I might just say yes.”
And just like that, the monarch melts back into her usual casual vibe, turning to propel herself through the waters, snatching up another squirt gun to try and fire at Amber while she’s unaware.
“Whisper all your explicit, x-rated compliments away from my demure ears, Evalina Rothwell,” she calls toward Evalina, bobbing through the waters before sniping Sophie on her way back to the telephone. “Any more t–”
Nemi steals the show and all eyes, especially the hostess’s, are certainly on her.
Annabelle waves back helpfully to Tamar from her place at the edge, still stepping in slow motion under the water even in place.
Arachne uses a champaign squirt gun: It sprays with sparkling drama, and champagne shoots towards the intended target.
Arachne uses a champaign squirt gun: A jet of celebratory chaos arcs through the air and hits its mark with fizzy precision.
Alice practically burns, and one might swear the water around her is steaming, the redness of her face making it all too obvious just how she feels about all that. She won’t look at anyone, either, just burbling beneath the waters for a few moments. Critical hit.
Tamar moves through the water back to Annabelle’s side, her expression somewhat blank but also vaguely panicky as she tries to think of something to say. Her gaze lingers for a bit on Evalina before dropping down to the water.
Evalina says “Arachlice? Alachne? How do we call this pairing…/span>/spanAmber is too obliterated by the scene to respond to Lillian or Sarah just yet, dramatically freezing mid-stagger in her own anime-esque pose. Moments away from a fall. And then Arachne fires, and Amber takes the shot with dramatic intensity before slowly letting herself fall into the water. Towel ruined. She floats there a little while, eyes closed in a dramatic half-floating death pose.
Annabelle isn’t proud of it, but the coldness in her eyes says it needs to be done. In the moment of her Warden’s weakness she levels a lime green watergun to the top of her head and performs a tactical coup. With a 14*sspppptthhh*, cold water strikes the top of Alice’s head.
Annabelle uses a translucent lime-green water pistol: 58A ribbon of water jets forward, striking the intended target!
Nemi only struts further as she rejoins the group at the payphone, keeping the slight sway of her hips, yet her face, well she is embarrassed the say the least as her red blush continues.
Sarah is distracted from ribbing Amber and giggling at Alice and Arachne by the strutting of Nemi’s stuff, her lips going to an “oh” shape as she stares, and maybe not -entirely- respectfully, “The strutty one is the good one.” she reconfirms for herself with a slight nod.
Arachne brings her slender fingers to her perfectly glossed lips, whistling shrill and loud for Nemi’s entrance. “Yes, Ivorstead! Yes!” she screams, bringing her hands together in girlish applause that complements her almost bubbly, bright laughter. Then, she spies Sophie, pointing her out, “You haven’t done a phone call, Soph! Come over?”
Sophie gives Arachne a wave and a smile, “It’s okay, I’m just happy to be here.”
Arachne uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice croons seductively: “Choose someone and serenade them with one steamy line from your favorite love song.”
Alice gasps when cold water strikes the top of her head, wetting her hair and jerking her out of her confession-induced reverie. She snaps up, looking from Arachne to Annabelle, then grins, mischief in her eyes. She approaches Annabelle.
“Go Sophie!” Sarah/b>/span/bSeraphina urges Sophie. “Oh, just one, won’t you?” She gestures to the phone, then Sophie, and waggles her brows, eyes dilated, and her smile warm.
Arachne reaches aside to pluck the receiver off its line, letting the seductive croon of the vivacious Drag Queen goddess give her first command. “Sophie! Sophie! Answer the phone! Answer the phone!” she’s an absolute girl’s girl, refusing to let Sarah be awkward tryin to lead a chant. Once her instruction’s done, she’s on the move again, inbound for Seraphina. “Seeeeraaaa,” she calls in that velvet-sweet songbird trill of hers. “Let me borrow you for just a moment, okay?”
Annabelle attempts to fire another blast at Alice, but alas an impotent squirt is all that comes out. It is in need of reloading, and without the leggy legs to run, she splashes out at Alice more traditionally with a barely concealed, if pronounced a little on the nose, “Eep!”
Sophie glances at Lillian and Seraphina, “B–but I..” She groans and gives in, pushing off from her spot to use the phone.
Sophie uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice rasps like gossip over champagne: “Announce the naughtiest compliment you’ve ever received, then pass it off as your own.”
Sophie blushes and looks around the room, “Sadly, the phone has to lose this one as I’ve never been given one of those.” She hastily takes a seat as her cheeks burn.
Seraphina stands from her seated position, squeezing out a little water from her hair, and drifts along in the shallows toward Arachne. “Is it going to be …” And then she starts to croon at someone instead: “Sera! Serrrra! Storms are brewing in your eyes…” She lofts her brows up in expectancy.
Alice lifts a hand to try and block the splash that comes her way – of course, that just gets her arm wet. She returns fire, though, splashing Annabelle right back with a slap of a hand on water, laughing as she does. “See how you like it!”
Seraphina stands from her seated position, squeezing out a little water from her hair, and drifts along in the shallows toward Arachne. “Is it going to be …” And then she starts to croon at Arachne instead: “Sera! Serrrra! Storms are brewing in your eyes…” She lofts her brows up in expectancy.
“You have an amazing ass that I want to bury my face in.” Casey/span>/span“Or, Or…” Seraphina says, thoughtfully. “Anything by the Weeknd, because he’s just so … romantic.”
Sophie pauses her return and looks at Arachne, returning to the phone as she avoids even arguing. Although a glance is given to Casey as she winks, “Well, that would definitely..be one but it’s confusing. I don’t see why anyone would want to do that.”
Sophie uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice gasps theatrically: “Oh angel, pay someone a compliment so filthy it should be censored.”
Annabelle uses both arms to block the waves of her could-be sepulcher. It’d only be poetic to meet an end here, and she wards off fate with a sacrifice as she flops back into the water and uses her mute momentum to scurry around Tamar. “W-wait! Tamar has something totellyou, Alice!”
Sarah tilts her head to one side slightly at Casey’s remarks, and maybe her gaze is a bit more considering on Sophie for a few seconds. She shrugs, and nods, silently before she watches the phone intently for Sophie’s second try.
Tamar blinks wide-eyed at Annabelle when she gets thrown under the bus and hauled into this conflict. The girl swallows, looking at Alice and grazing her teeth against her lower lip. “The first time I saw you, across the battle fields…” she says, gathering up some courage. “I think you are very beautiful, and your hair reminds me of sunsets.” It is certainly not on the level of Arachne’s confession, but considering that is more than she says to some people ever, it is a big thing for the awkward Vigilant.
Evalina slowly crawls back up next to Casey, still in her towel, leaning closely against her once more, giving her a /look/. “Excuse me, if anyone is burying themselves in Sophie that way, I have first dibs thank you very much.” Is said in a complaining voice, though naught but mirth is in her eyes as she tries to steal back a place in her arms.
Casey sips from her flute as she wraps an arm back around Evalina when she comes back to her. She smirks at the comment the says, “First come, first serve no?” she gives a little squeeze of Evalina, relaxing with her drink. She’s yet to make a move for the telephone and gives no indication that she intends to do anything but watch the others.
Alice stops dead in her tracks. She’d truly been about to splash Tamar to get to Annabelle, willing to sacrifice anything for her dark goals. She was caught in the throes of darkness, enraged by the gentle splashing she’d received and eager to return it in spades… but Tamar’s surprisingly genuine compliment strikes her dead in the heart. She stumbles… and then she realizes she’d been so close to the edge, and metaphorically, she backs away, pulled back to the light. She reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her face, looking askance. “Oh, um.. I mean.. you’re really pretty, too, like.. don’t sell yourself short..”
Arachne drifts in close toward Seraphina, lips parting as she steps in close enough that water ripples between them. Her voice turns husky velvet, pitched just loud enough for the others to hear the filth she’s forced to sing, “Mmm, Sera… Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you’re…” She lets the last word hang, bitten off with a wicked little smile of scandal as she drifts back, a hand lifted to blow a kiss toward Seraphina before she retreats to a corner, likely to compose herself from the shame of such unladylike behavior, two rounds in a row.
Sarah hums softly as she prods at Amber’s side a few times, then clucks her tongue, eyes narrowing in on the dastardly phone. She wades in for round two with the thing herself, even as she keeps an eye on someone, to see if she spontaneously combusts from embarrassment, goes through with the thing, or possibly both.
Sarah hums softly as she prods at Amber’s side a few times, then clucks her tongue, eyes narrowing in on the dastardly phone. She wades in for round two with the thing herself, even as she keeps an eye on Sophie, to see if she spontaneously combusts from embarrassment, goes through with the thing, or possibly both.
Sarah uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice purrs low: “Confess the wildest place you’ve ever daydreamed about kissing someone.”
Sophie runs a hand through her hair and sighs, she’s over-thought all of this and the game has far moved on, but she’s no chicken. “Fuck it.” She gives Evalina a little smirk as she makes her way over, “Now this, is not an offense to Casey but..” She leans in close so her lips nearly graze her ear. In a low, sultry voice, hot enough to scorch she mumbles, “You make sin look like a charity case, and if mouths were made for prayers, I’d use mine between your thighs and count every sound from your lips as a form of worship.”
Nemi lets out a soft impressed whistle when she hears everything that comes from Sophie.
Tamar tries her best to keep her eyes up on Alice, but it is something that she struggles with and inevitably they drop back down to the water. “They say that it is best to fight fire with fire…” the girl murmurs, one hand leaving her glass to trail fingertips in the water. “But.. water works also.” There is a little smirk and her hand tilts, splashing Alice with a wave of pool water powered by supernatural strength to try and drench her.
Sarah tilts her head at the phone, the releases a small sigh, “The wildest place I’ve ever daydreamed of kissing someone is in their boyfriend’s bed.” she answers in almost a monotone, casting a pouty look at the device. Though Sophie’s answer to -her- dare is certainly more interesting, “Ooooohhhh.” she emits, “I gotta start coming to you for lines.”
Amber/span>/spanSophie sits down and gives a wink to Sarah, “Anytime.”
Alice widens her eyes, but she’s simply not fast enough to dodge the super-wave. She is, in a word, drenched, water hitting her and very nearly knocking her over, soaking her head to toe as she cries out, “What! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!” before she finally gives out, hitting the deck and plunging underwater as she falls. The Warden: defeated.
Casey does not appear to take any offence to Sophie coming up to Evalina to speak those words. If anything she is amused, not jealous.
Evalina gives Casey a firm shake of her head. “I discovered Sophie first. So by the law of the land, she belongs to me.” She playfully claims with a waggle of eyebrows, then sighing. She looks Sophie over curiously, then as she speaks, she turns a bright red again, her thighs pressed together by the end, her lips slightly parted. “T-thank you?” A shiver runs through her. “I think I am definitely reaching the heavens today…”
Sophie snaps her gaze to Evalina, “I -belong- to no one and after today I’m pretty set on that.”
Seraphina tries to look scandalized by Arachne’s song lyrics. She tries. “Oh my!!” she says, covering her mouth with a free hand. But then she just bursts into a bright laugh and fans herself. “You can serenade me any time, Arachne.” The last is said, her name specifically, sultrily. “That was just so beautiful!” She drifts back to her seat, on a blown kiss back to the spidery woman.
Sarah wade-waddles her butt back over to Amber and Lillian, dropping back down by her newly un-drowned friend, “You gonna do one?” she wonders of Amber with a tilt of her head, “They’re sorta fun, even if it hates me and doesn’t give me the zesty ones.” she speaks her betrayal to the world.
Annabelle’s cackle turns genuine, though perhaps villainy does ever descend from the the heart, accidentally inhaling a little water and rising to sputter into her arm. Some anxiety wrestles out from her as she watches Alice’s cadaver sink. “..This’s fun.” She coos with some congestion.
Evalina tilts her head at Sophie, “…I always presumed you were straight honestly…” She murmurs, then glancing aside to Casey. “But hey, a PI outright came to me and told me you are. So assumptions…”
A scandalized gasp resounds from Arachne’s direction when she overhears Sarah’s confession. “Not the boyfriend’s bed,” she echoes, a hand brought to her mouth. “How scandalous, ma’am.” Her gaze drifts away from the pools toward Aishia, watching her lounge briefly before fluttering her fingers in light wave toward her. But, Seraphina just earns a helpless sigh. Remorse, it seems, is a well-earned affliction for the monarch tonight. “I’m genuinely sure this telephone is cursed. There cannot be any way that it keeps giving salacious little commands. I might have to overrule it…”
Arachne uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice cackles: “Blush or bold, say something to the one across from you that either makes them blush or makes the rest of us faint.”
Tamar takes another drink, looking triumphant now as Alice sinks into the water. Turning to Annabelle she asks, “I have vanquished your enemy. Now do I get to carry you home?” Her bronze-edged eyes study Annabelle’s face, curious, teasing but also something serious in them as there always is.
“So salacious!” Seraphina/span>/spanAlice resurfaces from the water, rising like Godzilla returning to destroy Tokyo once more. She approaches the phone with nefarious intent, still dripping water, and picks it up to hold it to her head, looking for another victim.
Alice uses an a pastel pink rotary telephone trimmed in gold: A vivacious, flamboyant voice wails melodramatically: “Proclaim the steamiest pickup line you can invent and direct it at the last person you‘d actually date.”
Evalina blinks at Alice, “…Oh no.”
Nemi nods softly as she takes a breath in. “I might do another one…. maybe.”
Sophie shakes her head at Evalina, “Not straight. Entirely.”
Nemi says “I doubt anyone’s arrow is straight after tonight./span>/spanSeraphina wonders aloud.
“Do you want to take over my dare?” Arachne extends in invitation toward Sarah, only to turn her head to stare at Evalina with widened eyes. “Oh Lord,” she whispers, signing a cross over her chest in prayer for the woman before calling over to Seraphina, “It was procured by one of my courtiers, so who’s to say.”
Alice looks around the room, blanching as she considers her answer very carefully.
“That is just what the men think the evening will end like,” Seraphina tells Nemi, chuckling softly.
Evalina stares at Arachne, deadpan. “You know, this telephone – are you sure whomever acquired it. Doesn’t like. Have some grudge against you?” She wonders of the woman, “I mean…”
Annabelle exclaims, in youthful Victorian excitement, “Why, ma’am, you mistake me for a parcel to be delivered!” She huffs, kicking a leg out dramatically and fishing for her answer with a twirl of her cigarillolow. “Then I suppose I must entrust myself to your keeping.” She determines, and with one waterpistol-armed hand going other way and smoke stick the other, extends her arms on either side.
“My arrows a ‘U'” Sarah snickers then blinks at Arachne, “I have no excuse.” she confesses of her previous answer, “I’m like eighty five percent sure I would have done it better, and she deserved the best.” she informs, brazenly. The offer, however has her perking up, and rubbing her hands together evilly, “Ooooh, finally! Let’s see…” she murmurs to herself, surveying the opposite end of the pool for a target.
Alice draws in a deep breath, then approaches Nemi, apologies already in her eyes. Still, she must complete the dare. She centers herself, then looks dead into Nemi’s eyes and, in a shockingly sultry voice for the normally sexless Warden, she says, “You look cold, want to use me as a blanket?” And then she pretty much dies immediately after, face already reddening.
“I do need a blanket,” Seraphina says, on the topic.
Nemi reads the look on Alice’s face, seemingly not taking it to heart, but given her very not dry towel the compliment hits home and almost kills her on the spot with how her face goes from a finally not blushing anymore pale, to cherry red ontop of melting ice cream thats barely standing.
Arachne’s mouth curves into a wry smile at Evalina, spreading her hands out with a helpless roll of her shoulders. “You know how fae-blooded can be,” she murmurs, resigned to her fickle fate and oft-cursed luck with a delicate sigh. She drifts away from the telephone, toward the middle of the interconnected pools.
“Finish up your tasks ladies, then I’ll be giving the first of the gifts before I start the next game.”
Sarah is a creature of soft, delicate, rambunctious malice, and seeing Alice already red-faced, her target is locked in. She wades right on over to the Warden, reaches out, places a hand on Alice’s shoulder, meets her gaze, bites her own lower lip and peers up at Alice through her bangs with a look of distilled desire, as only an angelborn can produce, and then she utters… “Hey baby…you’re hot with a capital SEX and I’m a little chilly…can I wear you for earmuffs?”
Annabelle seems to tilt back emphatically as Tamar knocks back the drink. She’d stumble, but it’s quite literally impossible for her.
The Victorian huff from Annabelle just about making a whooshing sound right past Tamar’s head, but regardless she seems to get the gist of it. She brings the glass in her hand to her lips, downing the rest of it then leaving it at the edge of the pool. Striding closer through the water, the angelborn scoops one arm under Annabelle’s knees, the other behind the back of her shoulders as she lifts her up, bridle-style.
Alice snaps her eyes over to Sarah, widening as they go. “Wh-” she can’t even get the whole word out. She’s suckerpunched. Obliterated. Knocked out in a single blow. She just stares at the girl, mouth ajar, reddening even further. Eventually, she manages, “This has got to stop.”
Sophie looks around, “Where are people getting these drinks from?”
Arachne points Sophie west.
Nemi coughs softly. “God that was actually a good one- And It’s fine Alice, I know you don’t mean anything against m- God where do people come up with these pickup lines?! They are all so good!”
Nemi says suddenly after hearing Sarah.
Evalina says “Bullying Alice looks fun…“
Amber leans back onto her palms, listening and watching with a more relaxed frame than she started the night with.
Sarah relinquishes Alice’s shoulder with a bright, loud laugh, all the sultriness vanishing instantly into cackling, raucous amusement, “You’re a really fun target!” she defends. Then points at Evalina, as if to say, ‘see!?’.
An intimate giggle hits Annabelle in the lungs as she’s wrestled from the shores. She kicks out her legs in a galloping pattern, sadly losing her propriety with a drop of that smoke-thang.
Evalina raises a hand, “Hey Alice, if you fully break and give into depravity, mind if I join in on it?” She asks with all the casual smiles of a girl asking about a shopping trip, then giving Casey an apologetic look. “Don’t worry, I am mostly kidding,” Her eyes flit to Alice again after, “…She is cute though.”
Arachne rings a a pretty pink bell to summon the attention of the ladies once it seems everyone’s done.
“Spa Roulette went way longer than I thought it would, but it looks like everyone enjoyed causing a little scandal and being scandalized,” she laughs brightly, eyes signaling Evalina out briefly as she slips through the waters, extending out a hand for a pet10ite46 52g51if52t 87b23o87x50 48w47i03th sea-09h10ued46 52r51ib52b87o23n/span/b from an awaiting attendant. “Now, are you ready to learn who’s won the first gift of the night?”
Amber sits up some so she can applaud the idea of the first gift awarded. “Woo!”
Annabelle looks over, arms draped on Indigo hair, face pulled like a magnet away. “OhhhHhhh. I wanna know.”
Nemi nods as she claps and applauds softly.
Alice looks to the bell when it’s rung, apparently well-trained and obedient. “Oh, we were competing?” she wonders.
Nemi says “I’d love to know! Certainly worth a congratulations with such glorious friendly competition.“
Tamar giggles at Annabelle, carrying her easily even as the other girl kicks her legs. “Where would you like…” she starts to say then smiles, looking over at Arachne.
Seraphina turns her attention toward Arachne, bringing the glass to her lips. “Yes, absolutely!”
“Could someone give me a drum roll please?” Arachne requests of the gathered ladies, building suspense dramatically.
Amber splashes the water lightly, back-and-forth rapidly in a aquatic drumroll.
Sophie begins a drumroll.
Sarah looks about for something to drum-roll on, and, finding nothing, as she’s in the middle of a pool, glances down at herself, shrugs, and starts to give it a bit of a variation on the gorilla treatment, bosom-drumming obediently.
Seraphina pats her hands atop of the water, causing ripples along its surface.
Evalina smiles, then presses a kiss on Casey’s cheek, hugging her closely as she watches Arachne with curiosity. “…I didn’t bring drums.”
Nemi chuckles softly as she joins in on the water drum-roll with a soft smile.
Lillian joins in on the splash-drumming.
“Alright, alright!” Arachne laughs brightly as people joins in the water drum-rolls, quickly bringing her hand up to motion everyone to quiet. “Because there were so many amazing girls cutting loose and enjoying themselves, it’s really hard to choose. My first gift goes to … Evalina Rothwell!” she announces, passing the gift box over before procuring 53a luminou88s ring bo52x w52roug47ht from pure silver/i. “And the next goes to…!!!”
Nemi nods softly, continuing the water drumroll as she chuckles softly.
Evalina blinks twice, clearly more than a little surprised by that herself, then beaming, standing up to accept it, holding it close to her chest as she gives a small bow. “Thank you!” She manages, a slight flush to her face as, clutching it, she sits back into the water, on her knees, eyes flitting about.
Annabelle’s feed wobble in a motion that might be interim for a clap, left-right-left-right.
“I don’t know your name, but you’ve more than earned it,” Arachne lifts the luminous ring box over toward Sarah. “Here you go, babes. It’s raw, but we can have it refined for you into any piece you like later.”
“Congratulations!” Seraphina says to Evalina and Sarah as the gifts are handed out, clapping for the women,
Alice claps for Evalina and then for Sarah, giving a little wink to the latter. “Good job, Sarah,” she says, maybe saying the name a little louder than is strictly necessary.
Clapping, and also curiously scootching Seraphina over toward the two women to be a little nosy.
Amber lifts her arms to applaud over her head for the gift-getters.
Sarah is a deer in headlights as Arachne turns to her, “Hu-buh-wha-me?” she very eloquently gets out, her cheeks reddening at -this- of all things. “Um, I’m Sarah.” she offers, “Thank you so much!” she adds, seeming torn briefly between pouncing Arachne with a hug and slinking off somewhere to blush and bask a little. She chooses the latter after a second or two, peeking curiously at the box as she wades along.
Lillian uses the water to clap now, too.
Casey leans in to try to peak in the box Evalina received but it’s closed on her before she gets a chance. This piques her interest even more and she nudges Evalina with her hip under the water. Giving a pointed look
“Open the boxes so everyone can see what you got,” Arachne encourages Evalina and Sarah, but the gifts don’t stop. A coral blue and white Versace canvas tote bag is now brought out at her subtle gesture, waving for Seraphina. “Come here, Sera!”
Nemi oh’s softly as she looks to…. a third gift? Very nice.
Nemi smiles softly. “Seems like the gifts so far are quite wonderful, and certainly going to be able to suit the new owners aesthetically.”
“Me!?” Seraphina asks, sounding genuinely surprised. She stands to slink through the shallow water toward Arachne, flicking her hair off of her shoulder where the pony is stuck to her skin. “Oh! It is beautiful.” Her hands are soaking wet and she should be careful with such a treasure, but she takes it. Without asking, the raven-haired woman opens her arms up to scoop the petite fae into a hug. “Thank you, and thank you for holding this. I know that I have had a good time.”
Arachne endures being accosted a second time by Seraphina after someone, a delicate sigh heaved. Her fingers flick, bringing a shimmering stone of etherglow between her fingers. “I have a few more gifts to give out, so that more of your gorgeous girls are able to go home with something special,” she announces, extending out an arm toward Tamar to pass along the uncut, glowing stone into her care.
Arachne endures being accosted a second time by Seraphina after Sarah, a delicate sigh heaved. Her fingers flick, bringing a shimmering stone of etherglow between her fingers. “I have a few more gifts to give out, so that more of your gorgeous girls are able to go home with something special,” she announces, extending out an arm toward Tamar to pass along the uncut, glowing stone into her care.
Sophie softly touches her head, closing her eyes softly as she winces.
Nemi looks over to Sophie softly as she walks over, placing a hand on her shoulder as she asks quietly.
Amber lowers her arms for more reasonable clapping than the over-the-head she did earlier. “Lemme see? Grats!” Amber offers to Sarah, “You are so outgoing. You deserve it.”
“These are really pretty!” Evalina murmurs as she opens the box, showcasing the contents, looking rather impressed herself before her eyes flit to Arachne. “These are beautiful too! I’ll have to make a new outfit to match them properly,” She tells with a cheerful grin. “Thank you – and likewise, thank you for holding this.” She exclaims gratefully as her own hair flows and curls behind her with an unnatural life to it. Her eyes flit to Tamar’s gift then and she gives an approving nod. “Those are always beautiful.” She murmurs before looking at Sophie with some concern, “You okay, Sophie?{”
Nemi nods softly.
“W-wait that’s really cute!” Annabelle exclaims in Tamar’s arms, passing the gemstone over to Tamar by proxy as her hands aren’t involved inholding herself up.
Sophie opens her eyes and gives Evalina a little nod, “Just a little woozy.” She gives Nemi a little nudge, leaning on her with a soft exhale.
“Here- you can jus’ lemme go.” Annabelle offers Tamar to solve this problem of accepting a gift, deciding she doesn’t want to tuck it into the woman’s towel.
Nemi nods softly, standing there as she works as a willing leaning pool with a soft smile, seemingly happy to help at least.
Sarah beams at Amber, “Yeah! Lookit.” she demands, despite having been asked, “It’s so pretty!” she enthuses, eyes going round as she studies the stone, “I’ve never seen one like it!” she adds.
Nemi has her attention turn to Arachne as she smiles softly, looking over the gem with clear curiosity.
Tamar murmurs quietly with Annabelle, glancing up at Arachne when she approaches. Slowly she stares at the gemstone that someone accepts for her for a few long moments then blinks back up at Arachne. “Thank you, Arachne,” she says softly. She lowers Annabelle back down to the water and takes the gemstone, turning it over in her hands with mild awe. “We should give it to Alice,” she tells Annabelle. “She deserves it more than I.”
Tamar murmurs quietly with Annabelle, glancing up at Arachne when she approaches. Slowly she stares at the gemstone that Annabelle accepts for her for a few long moments then blinks back up at Arachne. “Thank you, Arachne,” she says softly. She lowers Annabelle back down to the water and takes the gemstone, turning it over in her hands with mild awe. “We should give it to Alice,” she tells Annabelle. “She deserves it more than I.”
Nemi hums curiously, wondering what she holds as she looks over the stone curiously, studying it as she smiles softly.
Alice blinks, having been staring into the middle distance for a moment, mind focused elsewhere. She turns her gaze to Tamar, then tries to catch Annabelle’s gaze, shaking her head emphatically and repeatedly. No no no.
Carefully, Seraphina sets the tote at the side of the pool, by the towel that she had folded nearby, earlier. She returns, mentioning to Tamar, “I think you you should keep it, Tamar. It is lovely. You could put it into a necklace or a ring.”
Annabelle waves off the idea, at first perhaps callous, but supplied with a, “I’ll get Alice something later. If Alice wears this with her, like, distorted gemstone I might, like…” She crosses her eyes emphatically in vision death then asserts her gaze back on the stone. “You can sleep on what you want it to look like. It think it’ll match your hair.”
“You shouldn’t regift something I’ve given to you personally,” Arachne attempts to softly dissuade Tamar from robbing herself of the moment. “It can be shaped into anything that you like,” she encourages, then drifts the distance toward Lillian. “Here, darling. I wasn’t able to procure many more gifts on such short notice, but consider this a gift for you and Amber both.”
“Oh, nice!” Amber offers to Sarah, leaning in to look, “One of the mystic gems looks like? They give you a cool effect kinda like some epic gear does in games. Can get it adjusted to fit you better, within limits. That’s really sweet. I’ve never seen one close up before.” As she talks, she passes a drink over to Lillian. Where did she get it? Who knows. But then her attention is distracted by Lillian’s gift. “Kind of you, boss.”
Nemi smiles softly to Arachne. “Thank you Ma’am, I’ll treasure it dearly and keep it safe… I’m not that great with jewelry let alone handling gems…. any advice regarding it and possibly using it in such?” She asks, giving Sophie a soft hug as she looks over to check on her condition.
Tamar curls her fingers around the gemstone, her expression conflicted for a moment as she glances over to Alice then Seraphina and Annabelle and Arachne. There is a small nod of her head and a quiet, “Sorry. I did not know it is rude here,” apologetically towards Arachne. She bites her lip then, a glimmer of glee bubbling up in her as she holds her fist close against her chest.
Lillian blinks with surprise as Arachne hands over the stone. “Oh? What!?” She looks down at it blinking and then back up at Arachne with a grin. “Thank you, Arachne. This is really sweet. I’ll work on putting it to use ASAP.” She looks over at Amber with a devilish grin.
Casey gives Evalina a warm smile while telling her softly, “I don’t mind. I’m sorry I’m not really good in crowds like this. I sort of zone out.”
“All the heat of the hot springs have left me dizzy, so I’d like to end things here on a positive note, now that I’ve given out all the gifts. You’re all welcome to stay, and enjoy the amenities,” Arachne says.
Sarah’s already wide eyes look like they might be in real danger of popping right out of her skull as Amber speaks, “It’s -that- special!?” she tries to stealthily hiss, but, as previously discussed, she is quite loud, on average. She stares into the middle distance for a moment, peeks at Arachne, peeks at the gemstone, and veeerrrryyy carefully boxes it back up.
Sophie gives Arachne a wave, “Thank you so much!”