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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.
"Mm, no."
She gathers the blanket in close to her.
"Tell me more nice things."
Hannah smiles into her shoulder. "You're brave, and cute, and you wriggle nicely and you have a very cute cock, and I've already made my position on your moans clear. I want to have sex with you again sometime. I think you could stand to teach your other self some things, I remember her from a few days back and she's so repressed. You too, but less than her. I like your hair color, is it natural?"
"Um, yes. Yes it's natural."
She ducks her head into the covers, and says, very quietly: "And thank you."
Hannah pets Audrey for a little while longer. Gosh, is she ever fragile. Is she going overboard with this? Should she be putting up with less?
... Audrey probably needs this. And she's alright with being her introduction. Especially since she's so cute.
"Um," she asks Audrey. "Are you okay enough to repay the favour?"
Hannah snakes out of bed and places the blankets closer around Audrey.
"This was fun. I'll see you again once you feel a bit better?"
Hannah puts her bottoms back on and heads out into the hotel. She grabs her potion off the console as she goes and knocks it back.
And Audrey is left alone with her thoughts.
She just cuddles up in the bed for a little while, wondering if she's doing any better now or if Hannah was just humoring her and feeling vaguely guilty for not being able to return the favor.
She tries to sleep, but she can't.
Finally, with a noise of complaint, she gets out of bed.
She picks up the remote and goes over to the console, still nude. She gets a cleaning wand and zaps away her mess. That's better. The rest of the catalogue is rather overwhelming, though.
She picks up the program and leafs through it.
On the facing page from Club Coze there's an ad for a high-class buffet-style dinner all day. Steak, duck, lamb and various party favors are advertised. There's a dress code; no nudity, no skimpy clothes, no exhibitionist's exhibits.
... Seems worth trying!
She goes to the console and starts fiddling to see if she can summon up customizable clothes.
The console has a robust interface for exactly this form of customization! What would she like?
How about a ruby-red dress neatly affixed by a single brooch at the shoulder? And a shawl, that's like a blanket but upper-class. It can be black. How's that?
The system uncomplainingly produces a heavy fur shawl - technically a stole - for her, and a long ruby-red dress that takes a little fiddling to pin securely but will undoubtedly come off in a flash should she wish.
She pins the dress on, flounces, smiles, and heads off to the formal-ish dinner.
The formal dinner is an elegant occasion, filled with people in tasteful dresses and suits standing in small groups around a large conservatory. Planters of flowers break up the space, along with a grand piano, which someone is currently playing fairly well. The buffet is kept under stasis-lights, held in the moment the steak was carved from the roast. Brooches like Audrey's are rather in fashion.
Audrey goes and helps herself to a large slab of steak. There doesn't seem to be anywhere to sit, so she perches on the edge of a planter with her plate and starts cutting pieces for herself. It's slightly rare, but very delicious. It seems to have been pre-spiced somehow, which just adds to the umami of the meat.
"Mmmmmmmmmm."
A black-furred kitsune woman wearing a Fire Opal minter at her throat comes over. Her clothing sports the common style of a single closing brooch.
"You do realize that if you just sit anywhere, a chair will appear for you, right?"
She sits in the air across from Audrey, and a chair appears beneath her just as she would otherwise fall.
"You can call me Kumi. I'm a professional masochist and escort. Do what you love, don't they always say?"
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