Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

Even though they settled on simply referring her as her full and proper name, that wasnt to say that it was a contract that couldnt be amended in the future, if Aurelia was actually so inclined. It seemed to get much from the girl when it comes to doing things outside of the society norm politeness, so she wasnt sure if it was going to be something that would come up in the future. However, when it came to Aurelia, Mariko has some plans in the work to give her a particular nickname. She wasnt too sure at the moment, shortening names didnt seem original enough and expected. If anything, she considered fixating on perhaps her red hair or her behaviour. Maybe Scarlet or Shy Girl. Seeing as she took a strange note whenever her usualness was highlighted, Mariko had a feeling that it wasnt going to be a liberty that she would be partaking any time soon. They would have to know each other for a certain time first. Then again, Aurelia saw her potentially more than she saw some friends for a whole season. Given that they werent exactly in the right venue to do more than talk and Aurelia seemed focused more on business than pleasure. It was part of why Marikos teasing was relentless on the girl, trying to coax her to become otherwise. Then again, maybe their time together was supposed to be a pleasure of sorts? She did peculiar things for fun and that weren't sex related. Strange, you look like a coffee girl to me. She said vaguely on the matter about coffee. There was nothing teasing or suggestive about it. Even her mild temperament, she thought that Aurelia would be a girl who favoured a drink that was bitter, but likely drank no more than a single cup a day. That little assumption about her made her realize that she didnt know much about Aurelia really. Her time at the den was mostly to satisfy her fixation on Mariko and that pleasure was never quite returned, outside of small answers. Candy wrappers , she said was her hobby? It made her wonder why she didnt consider collecting candy instead. That sounded more interesting...if someone had to find something interesting in the world of collecting trivial things. Yes, she thought the hobby was rather trivial, but wouldnt say it. Everyone had their hobbies. She smiled brightly when Aurelia made a decision amidst her murmurs and indecisions. Hm? She said with a lazy glance of her eye, looking at the girl who seemed to suddenly squeak at her. What other strange noises was the girl capable of? Surely Mariko had an idea how to encourage more of them, but for another time and in another setting. She giggled at the mention of the peacock again and waved off her hand. Oh, I wouldnt really get one of a peacock, but its a rather nice idea to get the ball rolling on another tattoo. Its a little flashy, considering the animal, and a male one too. If anything, Im considering getting a piercing. Its likely to be a piercing on my vajayjay. Im thinking about a clitoral hood piercing, having that bar of metal resting on top of my clit...I got one before, but I didnt take too care and it healed over. My metabolism and all that, its annoying when it works. I know of a few parlours, only a few are willing to work on a bakemono like me. What would seal the deal is if you were to get something too. Not the same thing, of course, unless you wanted it. Maybe you could consider getting like an...owl, or something. She grinned at the girl who was leading the way, returning the favour of suggesting some vague bird as a tattoo. It seemed to suit her, somewhat. As with any public place, there were a good percentage of people who gave Mariko various looks. It was hard to forget that she was something of a foreigner in a world of humans and would continue to be one for some time. There were a combination of opinions though, some of them appreciated her form, while others considered her an eyesore. It was a different world when she wasnt catering sexual favours with everyone there. She was less in control, more like a passenger on a ride, rather than the director of a disreputable sex den. Her gaze slowly swept the food-court and shrugged. Im feeling like light fare at the moment. Which is good, since they probably charge an arm and a leg for a carnivore diet around here. I could go for some of that coffee you mentioned earlier. Quiet spot, right? Is that place you spoke of around here? Its not as fun to talk around here when I have to yell just to get my voice heard. Im guessing you want me to talk, not just look sexy. We never really got a chance to truly talk.