Post by Asmodai on Dec 8, 2012 15:34:54 GMT 1
Asmodai let herself in. But then, she usually did. She didn’t remember when it was that Bel gave up on trying to change the locks. How silly of him to try, really. As though the matter of a little key would keep The Princess from what she wanted. There didn’t have to be anything past the door. Getting past it was, in part, a matter of principle. Mo liked to go where she pleased, after all, and right now it pleased her to visit Bel.
She tucked the key into its usual hiding place with a satisfied smile and shut the door behind her. Mo wasn’t sneaking, per say, but she still walked as softly as her boots would allow. Her hips were encased in skin tight black leather that sat perilously low on her hips. The white tank top that stretched across her torso left a generous portion of her caramel coloured skin exposed. Mo ran her fingers through her thick chestnut hair, shaking out a few miscreant grains of Vegas sand that the wind had blown into it. As she made her way down the hallway her fingers dragged a bit along the wall, tracing the way. Mo enjoyed sensation, perhaps, more than anything and found it difficult to keep her hands off of things for long.
Letting herself into Bel’s office, she only took enough notice to see that he was in the room. “So I just got in from a little stroll and you’ll never….” She hoped up on the desk, sitting on it with one leg over the other. Finally noticing exactly what he was doing, Mo stopped and looked at him, raising a brow. “I’m sorry… am I interrupting something?”
She tucked the key into its usual hiding place with a satisfied smile and shut the door behind her. Mo wasn’t sneaking, per say, but she still walked as softly as her boots would allow. Her hips were encased in skin tight black leather that sat perilously low on her hips. The white tank top that stretched across her torso left a generous portion of her caramel coloured skin exposed. Mo ran her fingers through her thick chestnut hair, shaking out a few miscreant grains of Vegas sand that the wind had blown into it. As she made her way down the hallway her fingers dragged a bit along the wall, tracing the way. Mo enjoyed sensation, perhaps, more than anything and found it difficult to keep her hands off of things for long.
Letting herself into Bel’s office, she only took enough notice to see that he was in the room. “So I just got in from a little stroll and you’ll never….” She hoped up on the desk, sitting on it with one leg over the other. Finally noticing exactly what he was doing, Mo stopped and looked at him, raising a brow. “I’m sorry… am I interrupting something?”
