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[Kagerus]

I'll lust after you till the day I die, Ms. Kagerus.

This purred response to her... enthusiastic greeting incites but a roll of those sparkling nutmeg eyes, though her smiling lips tell a very different story. A surprised and indigant huff! escapes her as the rugged man snakes his arm across her hip, gently re-positioning her as she stood teetering next to the edge of the pool. Of course, she (in her drunkenness) fails to associate his touch with the (questionably) sincere gesture of keeping her dry (since he wants her wet and all).  Luckily, he's quickly moved on to the far more important task of fixing those lanky locks of his, and Kagerus is free of having to attack him again for his forwardness.

Wishbone chastises Ivar for his wayward wiener,  though such an object has yet to even be introduced to Kagerus' person. Nah, the extent of Ivar's lusting had been some light thigh-touching during their negotiation, to which end Kag had up and slapped him across the face. Of course, Ivar had only smiled and leaned back in his chair as if to watch a show, so, that's why she's still a little on edge about the whole thing. Still, she laughs at Ivar's expense, admiring the tongue on that sister in law of hers.

Next, Wishbone toasts to her sister-in-law's awfully forward compliment, leading Kag to gesture for the bottle such that she might Toast The Tits too; but halfway there, her eyes snag on the most beautiful woman she's ever seen in her life. She's small waisted and well rounded elsewhere, with tumbling blonde locks so spectacular that no hairdresser dared touch it. The glint of her blue eyes is more intoxicating than any liquor, and the way those eyes hold Kag's --

She bites her lip, the hand that was outstretched rerouting to clumsily brush through Solace's hair as she approached. The billow of smoke trails behind her like the train of a disease-ridden gown; but of course, having been introduced to the Tephran Society (one of their largest benefactors and legal representatives) at a young age, Solace had been nearly born with a taste for smoke.

And whatever Solace had a taste for, by god Kag did too... Perhaps that's why their love making never ceases to amaze.

Is this how you thank Stillwater? She purrs, ensnaring Kagerus in her iron grasp with the fury of a woman aroused.
"No, but this is," Kag replies huskily, the words almost a growl. Leaning forward, her open mouth met Solace's, and the embrace was anything but clumsy: she could be high on every drug in the world and she would never forget how to kiss her wife and make her knees weak - among other things.

A moment later, the brazen show of ardor ends with Kagerus chuckling and leaning back, allowing Solace to finish whatever little conversation she'd had in mind. Of course, it ends up being something far more flustering than Kagerus had ever anticipated, and her cheeks light up bright red at the amorous words - and not just from Solace, either. No, apparently all three of them were lusting after her; but instead of sharing her attention with the other two (who seemed to be playing some coy game of who-can-touch-you-least-but-turn-you-own-most), Kag leans her weight into Solace's embrace, practically grinding into her as Wishbone would have it.

"Get in that pool for me, and you'll understand the true meaning of exquisite." With a hand that had sneakily slipped behind Solace's back, Kag undoes the single clasp that's keeping the top half of Solace's gown secured. The dress doesn't fall immediately, but it's obviously looser - and by the way Kag tilts her head and gazes downward, it is just loose enough.