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The Onsen...a prequel...
When Sari steps through the doors, the warmth feels very soothing and even starts to percolate tiny sweat beads on her skin. The white light is actually the diffusion of sunlight in the heavy steam that surrounds her.
Noor was finished with his shift today, he had the rest of the weekend to himself, and with any luck, Sari as well. He walked by the parlour and entered in the main door. "Hello? Miss Sari? Are you in?
In the Tunnel of Love…
Noor had been working in the control room for long hours recently. Making sure that the guests in the carnival were having the time of their lives. There were a few troublemakers, but nothing that a gentle warning or burly security guard couldn’t fix. The truth, however, was that Noor's thoughts wandered to Miss Sari. Their mutual attraction was finally vindicated a few days ago and there were many hours of sex that night. He dreamed of her often in the nights since then, but his thoughts during the day were riddled with the fact that she was his boss. He shouldn’t care what other employees thought about him and he'd be damned if he let them be mad at Miss Sari. Still...
The next day…
Rising from the depths of sleep, Noor is comforted by Sari's warm and still form nestled with her back next to him. The light from the high window spills into her room and sets off the lavender walls and rich purple bedsheets. Sunken into the downy mattress, Noor inhales deeply and revels in Sari's clean scent. Stiffening slightly, he knows better and slowly runs his free hand along Sari's curvaceous body and hips. Every so often, he reaches in front of her and slides his hand over her taut stomach and lower abdomen, trying to simultaneously rouse her interest and her sleep laden mind.
On their next encounter….
Madame leads Noor through her Parlour, to the door to her chambers. Realizing she hadn't readily brought anyone inside her private quarters before, she inhaled deeply and opened the door. The scent of gardenia and lily of the valley filled the air that wafted by as the door was opened. She looks to Noor and smiles, taking his hand and leading him inside. The carpet was very plush, the kind you sink into. Everywhere you looked, there were small flickering candles. No electrical lights could be found in her chambers and she liked it that way. The walls were a dusky blue that shifted between blue and lavender as the candlelight moved. Another door to the right led to her changing room. The furniture in her bedroom literally consisted of just that...a bed. A few larger pillows strewn about the floor, obviously meant for seating. The bed was opulent and huge. It could easily fit 4 people on it. It was decked out in a rich brocaded silk comforter, several pillows and what looked like silk sheets...everything you could see was some shade of purple. She guided Noor to the bed, "make yourself comfortable, I'm just going to change real quick." And with that, she went thru the door to her changing room & closet.
At the Carnival…on Halloween
The Carnival was very busy this evening. All the flyers and advertisement for the Halloween Spectacular at La Madame's Carnival were a huge success. The crowds were full to busting at the seams in crazy, creepy, and sexy costumes. The Dungeon and the Funhouse were the hit of the Carnival. Everyone saying they had a different experience when they went in, repeatedly. The Arcade Games were raking in the cash but dispensing plenty of prizes as well for sweethearts and friends.
A New Experience
Elenarra had woken up that morning to a mouthful of sand. As she attempted to open her eyes, she heard seagulls squawking above her. She quickly spit out the sand, crawling slowly towards the water lapping at her feet. She rinsed her mouth out with the briny water, then splashed some in her face quickly. Looking around, all she could see were broken bits of wood lying about her in the sand. The horizon was clear, the complete opposite of the previous evening.
Number One... It was raining outside. The kind of bone-chilling rain that reaches in and tickles your soul with it's icy fingers. She is cold, even though her body radiates warmth. He isn't home yet. She moves to the window, a streak of lightening illuminates the street below. Her lover has arrived. She rushes to let him in.