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Thread: My Sweet Goddesses (dando and DaddysLittleSkank)

Dane was confused when the lovely woman mentioned his name but still shook her hand. Umm..hello...have..we meet before? Dane asked her, feeling a bit nervous of them now. As they shook hands, he now saw a closer look of the woman, seeing that there was something....divine about them, but he shock it off, thinking he was just nervous.
Thread: My Sweet Goddesses (dando and DaddysLittleSkank)

It would be better if we were to speak in private. The woman said calmly. Would you mind continuing this conversation back at your dorm room? She asked. The woman sitting on the back of the bench stood up and turned towards everyone, revealing to Dane that she was clearly Japanese.
Thread: My Sweet Goddesses (dando and DaddysLittleSkank)

Dane didn't know what to say to her, wondering why this beauty is bothering with him. But he didn't wand to be rude, so he nodded and lead the woman back to his dorm, hoping she wasn't going to rob him or something. Eventually, they reached the door. Dane unlocked it with his dorm card key and entered as he takes a deep breath. Ok..we're here...so...What is it that I can help you with?' Dane asked the mystery woman.
Thread: My Sweet Goddesses (dando and DaddysLittleSkank)

The group of seven women followed Dane, and back at the dorms the blonde continued to speaks Well, it would only be polite to introduce ourselves. She smiled sweetly. My name is Hestia, Greek Goddess of the hearth, home, architecture, domesticity, family, and the state. She continued to speak as she pointed to each woman, The smoking is Pele, Hawaiian Goddess of fire. The redhead is ine, daughter of Egobail and Irish Goddess of the summer, wealth, and sovereignty. The one in the kimono is Amaterusa-mikami, or Ama for short, the Japanese Goddess of the sun. The one in the sari is Radma, the Hindu Goddess of beauty, humanity, kindness, nature, and devotion. The one in blue is Chang'e, Chinese Goddess of the moon. And finally, but certainly not least, the one in purple is Bastet, Egyptian Goddess of cats, protection, joy, dance, music, family, and joy.
Thread: My Sweet Goddesses (dando and DaddysLittleSkank)

Dane became so quiet as the woman introduce the women that appeared out of nowhere in the dorm room. He didn't know what to say after this very weird introduction. Sure they were incredible beautiful..but goddesses?..Dane feels like he was about to be mugged or killed by crazy people, but he played along. Umm...ok..And...what do you want from me? Dane asked Hestia.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

Waiting at the door felt like an eternity. Her fingers clutched nervously at the grips of her bike as her weight shifted from one hip to the other. It was quiet. She swore she could her the spokes of her wheels rusting. While nibbling at her lip, the sight of movement at the other side of the door caused her to pause. What the hell was she doing at a strangers address? The sound of a knob turning evoked a terrible debate of flight or flight. Inhaling deeply, Emily managed to hold her ground as the butler cracked the door and gave her the appropriate judgmental once-over. Who the hell wouldnt? The girl was definitely due for a bath but displayed no signs of illicit activities. No shakes, no scratching. Her skin was unmarred. A lengthy silence hung in the air as they finally made eye contact. Free of makeup due to a lack of affordability, those natural lashes fluttered at the sound of his voice. Was that an invitation to explain herself, or perhaps simply make an introduction? I-I Im not sure if I have the right address Trailing off, she peered over her shoulder as if a sign would be pointing her in the right direction. Maybe you could help. I was told that this was where to go if I wanted to seek a fortune of some sort. Short fingernails dug into the firm rubber grips of her handlebars while speaking. She wasnt comfortable. Ive been rotating through friends couches for a while now, and Im afraid Im wearing out my welcome. If I could just earn enough to maybe pay for groceries for a couple of weeks things would be a lot easier. Begging was becoming annoyingly repetitive as of late, but she managed to come off as educated. There was no effort made to shove herself inside or speed the butlers train of thought. So even if this is the wrong place, could I do some kind of yard work? After all, who would let a stranger into their house? As he donned a pair of gloves she couldnt help but feel like something was amiss. Perhaps this was the correct place after all. Do you do you know why the person who told me about this opportunity looked to see how physically fit I was?
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

Without any real answers to her requests or queries the offer to enter the premises was presented. Slowly, she lowered her bike to the ground. The kickstand had snapped off weeks ago, forcing her to leave what looked like garbage at the front of a rather impressive estate. Impressed by the sight of the front hall alone, nothing would prepare her for the collection of the library. Emily was no literature buff, but she knew exactly what an expensive collection looked like. The flickering firelight was mesmerizing and warm. How she would have loved to have curled up on a plush rug in front of it. Instead she was ushered towards a large lounging chair and his speech began. She felt small in such a lavish room. The sensation only felt worse as free food and drink were added to the mix. Despite her recent meal, the scent of actual food called out like a siren. As the man began to slide over rather large sums of gift cards and explain their use, her attention was forced to return. The threat of having to pay for any overages was enough to ensure proper budgeting. As his attention drifted away Emily couldnt help but follow the butlers gaze. The sight of the man standing above them sent a chill down her spine. She knew staring was wrong, but she couldnt control herself. Wide-eyed, she took to pausing as he nodded and proceeded to move on from the library. For a moment she wanted to ask who the hell that was, but did it really matter what name was on the bank account? The rules were still the same regardless of who wrote them. With very little else going on in her life, she took to the pen and immediately signed. The butler had done a great job explaining things, what else was there to read? Her signature gave her the ability to guiltlessly reach for a sandwich and proceed to stuff her face. Oh god, protein. Her mouth watered at the taste. Tea, while nothing but flavored water, was another simple expense that hadnt been taken in ages. The cookies were simply divine. They could have come from a tube and burnt on the bottom, she would have been grateful none the less. Any excess that wouldnt fit in her stomach was shoved into her pockets out of instinct. Having sated her stomach, her eyes turned to the collar. Perhaps she should have asked a few more questions before signing. After all, what the hell sort of a maze was frightening enough to require a GPS signal to keep track of the people that agreed to enter it? She reached for the simple accessory and toyed with it between her fingertips. It would be fine. Certainly strange, but nothing unbearable. Alone in a strangers library, Emily stood. She looked towards the balcony a second time, recalling him. There was something about the man that just made her skin crawl. To avoid losing herself in thought, she opted to call for the butler. Do I go now? There was a small spark of excitement over the concept of having a driver.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

Emily looked like shed forgotten why all of this was happening to her as the sedan pulled up to the building and the butler opened the door. There was fresh energy and a new aura of positivity about her. Maybe it was the whiskey. Whatever the source, she followed once ushered back inside. She peered about as she was led deeper into the mansion than her first time. Maybe shed see him again. Rather than bump into the master of the house, she was introduced to her bedroom for the night. Her bedroom. Not a couch, not the back of a car a bedroom. Bright eyes grew wide as they scanned over the large bed and various decorative accents. This was going to be the best night ever. The bathroom was simply icing on the cake. Perhaps shed enjoy a lengthy bath after dinner. Inwardly, she gasped. Dinner! There was going to be a prepared meal! Emily really didnt seem to register the comment on a lack of razor. Then he showed her the dress and heels. These were brands she hadnt been able to touch in years. She pawed at the dress as if testing the reality of its existence. Despite the great amount of excitement all these things offered, the mention of him spending dinner with her really ruined the reveal of a duck dinner. The sight of him looming in the library was enough to make her uneasy, what the hell was sharing a table with him going to be like? Then again, these were all his things.. It seemed more than fair to at least be asked to keep a conversation. Alone in her room and with a deadline, Emily chose to change. The material was exquisite and fit her like a glove. The heels were sexy and made her feel something she hadnt felt in years. Her reflection in the mirror was every young girls dream. Slim yet shapely, wearing some of the finest couture clothing that was a staple in any fine womans closet. Then she noticed the collar. Her fingers ran along the edge of the material, tracing along her neck and jostling the lock. As incredible as all this was, shed let the simple concept of food and money distract her far too easily. With a small frown she brushed through her hair with her fingers. It air dried nicely and began to form loose and lazy curls. Maybe all this was a mistake. Why would a stranger give these sort of things away? Certainly not just to test someones ability to run and hide. It was too easy of a decision to leave the sheet of paper at the table blank. There was no one to write to or anyone that would want her dirty remnants. With seven minutes left she exited the room. Heels clicking in her wake made it impossible to sneak up anywhere. Her excitement seemed diminished, leaving little more than anxiety and fear. It wasnt difficult to find the dining room. If she wasnt alone, Emily would stand awkwardly until invited to the table. If not, her place would be quietly taken while staring at her empty table setting.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

Emily was finally being forced to come to the true terms of whatever arrangement shed agreed to. Up to this point, it had been nothing but pampering and free food. Now that she was face to face with the man in charge of it all she didnt quite know how to act. He seemed like a character from a movie as he offered a martini and spoke casually of her accommodations. She accepted the drink with two hands. It had been far too long since shed held actual glassware to trust herself. After taking a nervous sip a small nod was offered to express her approval. It did taste rather divine. It also could have tasted like a cow pie and she would have praised him for it. Her eyes observed with great care as he approached and offered her place at the table. Setting the cocktail down first, she turned and slowly lowered upon the plush cushion of the dining chair. While he didnt linger at her back, there was something she didnt quite enjoy about not having him in her sight. Goosebumps formed along her neck and arms. If she was out on the street and picked these vibes up from someone she generally ran. Thank you, that was all she could muster. There was something odd about the whole dinner. From the formal wear down to the food itself it all just seemed too surreal. It had been a lengthy amount of time since shed just been able to socialize. Alcohol, a meal prepared by someone else, a non-leaky roof. It all felt like it was too much. She placed her napkin on her lap and somehow recalled the correct etiquette for holding a fork and knife. The duck was divine. Years had passed since her last fine dining experience. The undertones of the sauce, the sheer amount of culinary expertise required to assemble it all was impossible to deny. His questions were perplexing. How vague yet grand any of her answers could be. She put her utensils down and took a sip of the cocktail as she gathered her thoughts. My name is Emily Adams and Ive been living on the streets for a few years now. My father took his own life once he learned that all of his stock investments had gone belly up and my mother frittered away whatever we had left attempting to keep our lifestyle the same. She ended up in prison when she was caught in a money laundering scheme. I was half way through college and stubborn about the whole idea of working. It was almost angering to talk about her past self and the way she had acted like a spoiled child. When I didnt pay tuition I was kicked from my dorm. Then as time passed it was difficult to get any kind of a job that could actually pay enough to cover any sort of rent and food bills. Thank god there was alcohol. She finished her martini and took to the wine. It wasnt often that she was asked about her past after all. So, I guess if it was a perfect world and I could choose what Id be doing next week, Id be finishing my degree in Marketing and actually applying it to my career. Her eyes finally settled on his, slightly teary from discussing such touchy issues. I just want to work and add something to society.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

After confiding the major low points of her life with a man that only answered with an offer of dessert and a half-hearted gesture at good sportsman ship, Emily wasnt very confident. Teary eyed she stared at the cake it looked absolutely divine. In the past she would have jumped at the opportunity to soothe her sorrows with sweets. But in this house, with these people, the slow realization that it was all just a game finally began to sink in. Would she make it, would she fail? No one cared. It was just another game. She pawed the tears from her eyes at the sight of the butler. The girl was angry for showing such vulnerability. They all probably thought shed just trip on a vine and twist her ankle. In the extravagant outfit she stood and followed him back to her room. As the full contract was recited, Emily had to keep herself from falling over. Her knees buckled and a hand reached for the wall. Of course all of the rewards sounded beautiful, but at what cost? To be that mans toy would surely be worse than the life on the streets she already had. More anger bubbled within her. How had she let some sandwiches and cookies distract her from taking care of her own life? As he spoke of the master of the house exploiting his fresh ownership of a catch with sex, her cheeks flushed with rage. Of course. For years shed been fending for herself and not once had she been stupid enough to fall prey to an unwanted hand. Sure, there had been close calls, but shed manage to slink her way out and learn from those experiences. Now here shed gone and signed a fully binding contract that allowed for such behavior. Seven, her voice was terse and she turned to enter the room. Her emotions were in control as the door slammed in her wake the first time she'd ever been rude within the walls of this building. The dress and heels were pulled from her body as if they suddenly burned her skin. Standing nude in her bedroom, she suddenly understood why razors werent allowed. Clearly she hadnt been the first one to sign that contract without even browsing through it. Sleep wasnt easy to come by. She tossed and turned all through the night. Unbearably restless, Emily rolled out of bed and began to sort through her provisions a second time. If she was stupid enough to avoid reading a contract, shed have to pull through and complete this maze. That was the only way her life would be salvageable, so that was what she promised herself. Already dressed and ready, by the time the butler knocked on her door she was able to receive him fully clothed with her bag on her shoulder.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

It was visibly apparent that Emily had gone through an intense shifting of moods. Her shoulders were square and her chin held up high. Even though her destination was nothing but breakfast, the girl seemed to move with a purpose as opposed to wide-eyed and thrilled exuberance that had been on display the other night. Beneath the stoic exterior rage thundered through her. It took great effort to thank the butler and eat the provided breakfast to decline the calories out of hate would have been moronic. There was no interest in small talk while being escorted to the maze. Once offered to simply choose a direction, the girl stepped forward. Taking a breath, she centered herself. Sure, this was about athleticism and stealth, but keeping calm would be necessary in order to think clearly. Were there even any tips or tricks for navigating through mazes? Her departure was silent. Breaking out into an even jog to avoid an early exhaustion, Emily scampered off down the path to the right. For a few minutes she just jogged, observing the foliage and taking note of the state of the pathways they were impeccably groomed. Whatever gardener maintained it all must have memorized the labyrinth of trees before they even had to step foot into it. Had she not been running for her life the desire to casually meander among the trees would have likely been chosen as a method of wasting a great portion of the day. Instead, she chose a short burst of actual running to put a bit of distance between herself and the entrance. It was difficult to keep her speed while turning corners, limiting her speed until a straightaway would reveal itself. Her first instinct was to make nothing but right turns. It took about twenty minutes to realize just how predictable that was. How many times had the path already split? Ten, twenty? Erring on the side of caution, the next fork in the road was met with a turn to the left. Emily knew that relinquishing the memorization of where she had tread was dangerous but ultimately beneficial. He would have to start relying on his hounds as opposed to just knowing exactly where she ran.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

The maze was endless. Every twist and turn felt as though it could finally reveal something glorious, yet all they offered were mind-numbing pathways. Pausing for the first time to breathe and take a drink from her canteen, the first mistake of her purchases presented itself she had no watch. How long had she been here? Was he in the maze yet? Emily decided now would be as good of a time as ever to test the boundaries of the fauna. A great attempt was made to elbow through the thick greenery and she was met with a resistance that was unexpected. Having earned several scratches on her palms and cheeks and making no progress, the girl surrendered. This had been around for years already. Any sort of sneaking through walls would have to be cut through and ruin the entire point of sneaking at all. Resigned, she pressed onward. Would she even find the center courtyard of one of these things? There were allegedly three! As the duration of her stay increased, the foliage and mindless turning set her into auto pilot. She encountered her first trap a simple wire strategically tied one foot above the ground. Completely unprepared, she fell hard. Instinctively reaching forward to avoid falling face first, tender palms skidded against the earth as her slender frame rolled. Dazed, Emily was left panting on the ground while attempting to orient her senses. Sore and dirty, she staggered back onto her feet and continued. It took a few strides to stretch an awkward limp out of her knee but she was able to work through it. Body and mind worked overtime to avoid any other damaging slip-ups. Shed become increasingly focused upon the ground as she traveled. Then suddenly, the narrow walls of foliage opened up. Daring to look up, a small garden was revealed. A simple bench, rows of rose bushes and an enchantingly quaint archway made for a romantic place. Or at least at any other time it could have been romantic. Unwilling to relax, she walked backwards in a large circle through the garden before choosing one of the three different exits. The reversal may or may not work. Plus, it slowed her own progress. Emily committed to the awkward pace for as long as she dared before spinning and continuing a jog. She would need to stop and eat soon.
Thread: Lost in a Labyrinth (SweetxVictorian)

Emily clearly wasnt equipped to be outwitting bloodhounds. She had no method of masking a scent nor did she have speed. What had started out as determined anger slowly degenerated into the sinking feeling that she was just prolonging the inevitable. Her stomach began to slowly knot. What if she didnt make it? Perhaps she would need to start pondering what the life of a servant was like. Her train of thought was broken with an unexpected force at her back. It was odd like being pushed in the playground. Surprised, a yelp echoed briefly before the greenery managed to muffle. Pausing to inspect what the hell just happened, the large arrow jutted brutally from the center of her bag. Luckily for her the tarp folded over several times had stopped the dart in its path. There was something about the action of literally being shot at that shook her. Previously this was a game now it had escalated to something much more. Peering down the way, it wasnt hard to spot him. A brief moment of observation was taken before turning away and breaking back into a run. There wasnt any time to jog. The treads of her shoes dug into the ground and left skid marks at each turn that she made. Subtlety was no longer an option. So great was her speed that she couldnt properly round corner without bumping into a sapling and snapping a few twigs. This pace was painful. Her legs begged for a rest and her lungs stung with each breath. Nearing collapse, she stumbled into another garden. A rock garden to be precise. Meticulously raked sand accompanied by a small koi pond all seemed strangely serene for a person being chased with arrows. Like it or not, Emily had to stop. She drank with vigor and practically inhaled a protein bar. That was when she noticed the second pedestal. Despite her protesting legs she stood and lifted it, revealing a scroll with an intricate wax seal. She broke it and briefly scanned the parchment. Her mothers bail was to be paid. She frowned. Of all three prizes, this was certainly the least desirable one.