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She's twenty-three, and this is Audrey's first visit to the Rose Bowers. A two week stay, complimentary through her government job on Arcbright. She's alone.
She's heard stories of the Rose Bowers, of the unrestrained hedonism that's its stock in trade, and its matchmaking, which is reputed to be excellent.
She comes in with trepidation in her heart. Her suitcase rattles as it bumps over the threshold.
Audrey is very obliging and a fast learner. She's also pretty good at not getting overexcited.
Audrey comes before her, though. Between her inexperience and her anxiety she just doesn't have much stamina.
Hannah hugs Audrey as she feels her twitch and pulse inside her. The cute moans are a good indicator as well.
"Did somebody come?~" She teases.
"It's alright, you'll learn to take it slower. Or there are some people who are into that kind of thing."
"Not helping, honestly."
She peels herself off of Hannah, takes the cleaning wand off the bedside table, zaps herself, and goes and gets another aftercare potion. This one tastes like grapes.
"These things could get kind of annoying after a while," she says.
"There's some limits built in like that, yeah. It's not that bad in practice. Can I get that cleaning wand?"
"Dinner is traditional for first dates, and we're coming up to that time. I think. Time is kind of weird in the Rose Bowers, it's like a casino."
"We could do a formal dinner if you can be convinced to wear something other than your signature style."
"I think you could convince me." Kiss. The sinflower is definitely still running, but it's not urgent at all.
"Alright." Hannah gets out of bed, and convinces the console to give her a backless black dress in the traditional "easy-off" style. She puts it on, then remembers her bikini bottom and puts it back on underneath.
"Not like I need it," she says, "but I'd rather not leave my panties in your room no offense."
"None, uh, taken. Let me just get the brooch for my own dress -"
She struggles with it for a minute before clasping on her same deep-red dress from before. "There."
Hannah leads the way to the conservatory. Most of the space is taken up by white-tableclothed tables now; some of the planters have even been cleared to make room. A low murmur of conversation and table sounds fills the room, and there's a line for the buffet.
"Looks like it's a rush time," says Hannah. "Probably actual dinner. I'll grab a spot in line, you go look for a table. Steak with mashed potatoes okay for you?"
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