Conversation Space IV.

[powersthatbe]

The small room is painted a dark beige, with stained wood paneling on the lower half, and lush burgundy carpeting. The ceiling, however, is cracked and bowed, sagging alarmingly, occasionally shedding chips of plaster. Wrought-iron lamp-posts in the corners suspend pale, wan globes of light, and between them along the walls run rows of painted sunflowers, all turned towards the center of the room as if listening attentively. A jutting spire of granite rises from the floor on a diagonal, its flattened top sporting a cracked wineglass from which the wine (a white) slowly spatters teardrops across the plinth. And there is no chair, but a therapist’s couch, blue with gold trim, and ornate scrollwork on the legs, beside which the fluted horn of a phonograph player pipes music into the room, quiet enough to just be background ambience.

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Re: CW: DEFINITELY NSFW

[willyousee]

He shivers as she finds the mark, the tingle of her presence even more pronounced. "Of course, my lady... I should be honored." Turning his head, he lays a gentle kiss to the skin of her forearm.

Re: CW: DEFINITELY NSFW

[iseethe]

"Mm. Such an obedient boy. You truly are my creature, aren't you, pretty Alcuin?"