Thread: Unbound: An Adventurer's guide to the bedside manner of the species of Isika

Tapping her pen over and over agian on the dark wood of her antique writing desk Cellia Force was staring at the blank screen of her laptop. Her sky blue eyes were narrowed in thought, soft blonde hair fought the booby pins restraining it from falling into her face and quite a few had already won, brushing her forehead and cheeks playfully until she finally wiped them away in a frustrated manner. Lifting her face from the computer she stared out the window hoping to gain some sort of muse for her story, instead she got breifly blinded by the bright sun light before her eyes adjusted and she was able to see the trees gently waving to her as the wind bent them to its will, she saw kids playing in the street, and when she peered striaght across she saw the Dwarf that lived across the street buck naked, on his knees eating out what appeared to be some sort of Fea. Eyes wide Cellia suddenly had an idea, if she was in some sort of cartoon the would have been a lit light bulb above her head. Smirking, she typed quickly Unbound An Adventurer's guide to the bedside manner of the species of Isika . Only after she had typed the title of her book did her full but pleasantly pink lips pull downward. She had little knowledge of the pleasures of the flesh as her few and far between boyfriends were not very erotic and she had never even had an one night stand in all of her twenty five years. Not that she wasnt attractive, and if asked she would certainly say that she was reasonably beautiful, but her job as an accountant often caused her to work over time and left very little room to go out. It wasnt but three weeks earlier that she had up and quit her job after her old boss had let her greasy paws roam all over her one too many times. Cellia finally stood and walked over to her closet, pulling off her comfort clothes she grabbed a skin tight dark blue leather dress and her mile high black stilettos before taking her shower. The only way to write her book, she thought, was to get the experience to write it. After a hot shower and a generous amount of time doing her hair, make up, and making sure her skin was hair free she stood in front of the mirror and assessed herself. Shoulder length white hair was curled, her blue eyes popped do to the black eye shadow and mascara, lips her a deep red that caused her already pale completion to appear even lighter. The dress clung to her curvy form, making her average chest appear far larger and the hemline that barley covered her lady bits made her legs look longer as did the heels that added five inches to her mere 5'2ft height. Grabbing her keys and ID before she taked herself out of it, Cellia left her apartment and headed to one of the biggest and most well known clubs around The Underground. It catered to every race and even had private room if the couples who met on the sweaty dance floor couldnt wait to get home before indulging in each other. It wasnt long before Cellia was in the club happily out of the slightly chilly night air, her eyes wide with wonder at all that she saw. Anyone who cared to look her way would see the look of pure shock and mild innocence in her wide blue eyes. Sitting at the bar she ordered the special and sipped on it, trying her best to spot someone, anyone to make her first 'interview'.