» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY [ This. Is. Outrageous.
Never in her life has Victra had anything but the best. She's always been the one in the driver's seat, in the lap of luxury. She should be a dominant. She's made to be a dominant.
Instead she has a line drawn down her neck to her sternum, blatantly visible because she insists on holding her head up high throughout the train ride. Fire blazes in her eyes.
The seats are slightly too small for her nearly seven foot frame, but she makes do, looking regal nonetheless. She chooses not to speak -- unless spoken to -- until they reach the Down and are told to disembark. ]
What the gorydamn hell is this?
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. [ Time doesn't make her situation any better, and when she's brought into the room and faced with an unmarked Dominant, she seethes at them.
This isn't their fault, she knows, but that doesn't mean she can't take it out on them. ]
You're not touching me.
» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS [ A gala is slightly better. At least she gets to dress up, her dress a dark emerald green with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side showing off her long legs. The Submissive mark is still on display, even more so now, but she pretends it's not there. As much as she can.
She waits by the bar, spying the first Dominant she can see approach. ]
Buy a girl a drink, darling? [ She hates asking, but it's easy enough to purr out the request. ]
» » » Wildcard (( Hit me up in PM if you have any other ideas. ))
victra au julii | red rising | submissive
[ This. Is. Outrageous.
Never in her life has Victra had anything but the best. She's always been the one in the driver's seat, in the lap of luxury. She should be a dominant. She's made to be a dominant.
Instead she has a line drawn down her neck to her sternum, blatantly visible because she insists on holding her head up high throughout the train ride. Fire blazes in her eyes.
The seats are slightly too small for her nearly seven foot frame, but she makes do, looking regal nonetheless. She chooses not to speak -- unless spoken to -- until they reach the Down and are told to disembark. ]
What the gorydamn hell is this?
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.
[ Time doesn't make her situation any better, and when she's brought into the room and faced with an unmarked Dominant, she seethes at them.
This isn't their fault, she knows, but that doesn't mean she can't take it out on them. ]
You're not touching me.
» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS
[ A gala is slightly better. At least she gets to dress up, her dress a dark emerald green with a plunging neckline and a slit up the side showing off her long legs. The Submissive mark is still on display, even more so now, but she pretends it's not there. As much as she can.
She waits by the bar, spying the first Dominant she can see approach. ]
Buy a girl a drink, darling? [ She hates asking, but it's easy enough to purr out the request. ]
» » » Wildcard
(( Hit me up in PM if you have any other ideas. ))