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Liz studied Dawnn carefully for her reactions to all of this. She had put the skater through quite a turbulent series of events after all. Her boss and one of the people who almost directly signed her paychecks had been her secret lover in Terrasphere. The demure and dainty Lady Astrid gave way...

Liz's scolding seemed to straighten Dawnn out in a very literal sense as the blond sat up and blushed. Perhaps she really was a child. Liz could have guessed as much from her reaction as "Sunny" to much of what she had to say. That soft, submissive attitude... It was a marvel how different two...

Liz's amusement stood out plainly on her face as she smiled with just a hint of condescension across the table. Dawnn David, the skater girl that captivated audiences all across America, even the world, thought that she needed to put on a mask to be a "cool character"? How fascinating. Could it...

Dawnn looked thrown off by the barrage of confusing and overwhelming information thrown at her, just as Liz had hoped. She barely had a chance to properly enjoy the kiss before Liz found her lacking and exiled her to the plain chair with an entire table of distance between them. The executive...

Liz's smile broadened ever so slightly as Dawnn was quick to follow her commands, taking off the sunglasses and setting them aside. "Good girl. I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you," she murmured, letting honeyed lies fall easily from her lips. Dawnn looked uncomfortable. That was...

The door opened, and it took every last bit of Elizabeth's willpower to keep the polite smile on her face as Dawnn David walked through the door. Her? She was the person behind Sunny, the pitiful, nervous wreck of a woman that could barely even speak when they first met? It was incredibly...

Astrid carefully contained her impatience. How much longer would she have to wait before Sunny took the damned hint and stepped in to save her? Wasn't this exactly what Sunny confessed to wishing she could be in the moments that Astrid managed to wring out far too much information? Sometimes...

Delayed gratification was one of Astrid's specialties. How long had she waited for this day to come? Weeks, maybe even months, of planning and careful weaving of the threads in her deadly web lead to this very moment. Sunny was hers, and now it was finally time for Astrid to collect her toy...

Once again, Sunny simply couldn't hold eye contact with Astrid. It was an irritating habit of hers, surely born of the undercurrent of low self-esteem present in Sunny's disposition. Once she belonged to Astrid, that habit would be broken, whether by carrot or by stick. Astrid would have Sunny's...

Sunny looked melancholic as Astrid accurately delved into the depths of her psyche. Poor, pathetic little thing. She had no idea why Sunny was in such a pitiable state, but she could imagine that a sequence of self-esteem robbing events in her life had lead her to this point. Perhaps with enough...

Astrid saw the way that Sunny seemed to recede further within herself at the simple compliment of her combat abilities. She was humble then, whether real or faked as a pretense. There was a lot of room to work there, since it would be easy to keep Sunny on the back foot with something as simple...

Sunny reacted poorly to Astrid's little "slip." It was a reach to expect that she would be a perfect little thrall right from the get go, but Astrid knew enough sycophants in her daily life that would have gladly let her put a collar on them in exchange for advancement. She felt no need to...

Astrid observed Sunny's reaction to her behavior closely, and she suspected that perhaps this supposed strong, "badass" type would be an even better toy than she hoped. It started with the look in her eyes as Astrid captured her chin. The mask hid much of Sunny's expression, but she could see...

Astrid watched with a calculated sort of amusement as Sunny reacted to the damage done to her by the werewolf. It was like a switch of some sort had been flipped in the stoic woman, and the deadly glint her eyes made Astrid's heart race. So there was something hiding that awkward nervousness...

Astrid raised an eyebrow slightly at the softly muttered apology behind her as Sunny stepped aside. A calm smile gently spread over the mage's face as she turned slightly toward Sunny, the magic still glowing on her staff. "What's wrong, Sunny? You're apologizing to this beast? You know, someone...

In an intriguing move, Sunny put her mask back on despite her apparent willingness to remove it earlier. Shyness? Embarrassment? Astrid made a mental note of her behavior but didn't say anything. There seemed to be many layers to her new assassin companion that Astrid looked forward to peeling...

Astrid all but demanded that Sunny work on her poor manners when it came to greeting people, and a thrill of joy ran up her spine as she watched the assassin bow her head and nod obediently. What a good girl. Astrid was so tempted to take her in hand and break her like a twig, but now wasn't the...

Oho? And just where was her dear little Sunny staring? Astrid felt like a spider circling a particularly juicy fly. She saw the way Sunny tried to be subtle, but attention slowly moved over Astrid's cleavage, her bared midriff, her hips... It would have been easy enough to make some comment...

Absorbed in browsing through menus, Astrid had to use every bit of willpower she had to bite back a gasp or squeal of shock at the sound of a throat clearing near her. She forced, through herculean restraint, to slowly turn her head toward the source of the sound, taking in the woman leaning...

This game was certainly a delightful distraction. Truly, Astrid hadn't expected much at first. Perhaps a playground to waste her menial hours on when she wasn't busy scoring contracts or grinding competitors beneath her heel. "Virtual reality" was such an overused phrase for pixellated...