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[ 02 14 2012 - evening ]

Clerise WAS given an invitation from the internets. And those sorts of invitations were the most serious, she had been told, by very reliable sources.

Which may or may not have originated from trashy television. But whatever-- the redhead was glad for the distraction, because Clarice seemed like she was pretty cool.

She was just not quite as intimidating now that Clerise had seen her with a tiny hairbrush clutched between her fingers, cuddling a tiny fat fake-FEAR-based animal.

Plus, there was nothing worse than being sober on a silly day full of crap. ESPECIALLY on a day that she had, at one point, celebrated with delicious ******** baby back ribs and an even more delicious threesome.

{[ Reminiscing doesn't do you any good, sheila. Head out of the clouds. ]}

"Whatever, I can practically hear you blushing in there. Prude." The acrobat sniggered to herself as she knocked on Clarice's door without any rhyme or reason.

She had brought her duffel bag, but it felt awfully light. Just some pajamas and a fluffy towel, so she wouldn't impose on Clarice any more than absolutely necessary. She was already being kind enough by offering a ******** sauna to Clerise.

Her muscles were already singing. That part was going to be better than the alcohol-- and Clerise gave booze a rather high value.

Getting three whallops in a row from intermediate trainees, though, meant that her body had...shifted priorities.

"Hey miss boss lady, you in there?"

Out of respect, Clerise withheld a low whistle and kept her eyes on Clarice's shoulders and above. Stepping into the room, the redhead kind of felt like she was ...intruding. The decor was pale and white and soft, feminine in nature and...pretty.

Clerise really, really felt out of place. The last thing she considered herself to be was pretty. Vicious, attractive, sexy on the good days--but ...pretty?

"Christ," she muttered, running a hand through red hair. The buns were down, today-- instead, the long pieces were tied back behind the rest of her short hair, trailing down her back in loose waves-- it was clear that Clerise didn't often stray from the buns.

"Nice colours," Clerise called out, stripping out of her shirt and sweats only to immediately cover herself with the towel.

SHE wasn't prudish, but had no idea if Clarice was-- and irritating or offending the person letting you use their delectable sauna was not on the acrobats to do list. Not today.

Upon walking into the bathroom itself, Clerise let out the low whistle that had threatened to escape before-- it was...

It was HUGE.

"Miss thing, your bathroom is ********' gigantic. s**t's silly." There was awe in her voice, though-- Clarice had good taste.

"Gee," Clerise said, tone dry. "I wonder why that might be." She watched the other speak for a moment, howling with laughter at the idea of being in a golem with a c**k. "Oh my god, that HAPPENS? REALLY?" Clerise bit on her hand to stifle the inappropriate giggles.

"Sorry, just. The idea of you POKING at it going 'ew' -- oh christ." The redhead let loose a snort before being able to contain herself, trailing behind the other woman as they stepped into what would soon be paradise.

She slid onto a bench, immediately relaxing on it as if it were a bed, head close to Clarice. Not having much tit to speak of, there wasn't much worry for them spilling everywhere, at least. "I can hold my liquor! Usually!" Giving the blonde a toothy grin, she held up three fingers.

"Scout's honor. For realsies."

"Things on the list of things Clarice does not like. One: Having a p***s. Two: Having a monstrous p***s. Duly noted." Hiding smiling lips with her hand, Clerise just shook her head, careful not to move her stomach. Out of paranoia, the redhead carefully grabbed the dainty little cup with her hand, propping her body up with an elbow.

"Mmm." Sake was delicious-- not as good as a nice trashy meximart, but still. Clerise sipped at it slowly, eyes hooded. The steam was starting to do wonders for her tensed up body, and she let out a content little moan as the cup was drained.

Seemingly melting back against the bench, the acrobat looked a bit like a content large cat sitting atop a tree branch.

"Ugh. I have got to stop challenging intermediate hunters to spars. It is not doing me any ********' favors, leeeettt me tell you."

Clerise was going to die in here. This was a thing that was going to happen, seeing as she was never moving ever again. They were going to find her preserved body here years later, with the steam still going. Archaeologists would be baffled and write papers on her. Yep.

Clerise stopped short in the middle of a laugh to actually picture what it would be like to have genitalia as Clarice described. "I've always wanted to have a c**k," she said idly, taking another sip of the sake. "But I'd just stick it in random things, just to see what it's like."

Completely oblivious to the crotch check, she huhmmed a little to herself. "You know. Just stick it in pudding or something."

All of the classiness, Clerise. All of it.

"I just wanted to hit the ground running, but er. Sort of just hit the ********' ground." Repeatedly. Either being put there by someone else or falling onto her goddamned face-- those boots. My god. Those boots. Sexy as hell, and remarkably comfortable for what they were-- but...

They were still heeled boots.

"I did two training courses!" Clerise remarked suddenly, sitting up with a grin-- she'd completely ******** forgotten that she had. "I did the shadow run thing. Which sucked. But then I did princess island--"

She sat up onto her knees, and took Clarice by the shoulders, shaking the other woman slightly. "Gale is the best and the worst princess. At the same time. He kept inviting me to tea parties."

The sounds of two very loud and drunk men (well, only one of them was being overly loud) started to get closer and closer from outside, before suddenly-

BANG. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG.

Clarice's worries concerning whether Robert was in a golem or not were about to come to be fully disproven.

"I dunno if this is a good idea," Jerry whispered, wobbling a bit as he hugged his broken guitar, hovering just behind Robert as though expecting him to break his fall should his legs buckle. "It's... it's that sort of day, she... she could have company..."

"Shut up Jerry, I know what I'm doin'." He slurred out, trying to look as sober as possible as soon as the door opened. The words he heard coming out of Clarice's voice - no, the way she said them, were like a slap to his soberness, and instead of a sexy, casual look, all she got from him was pure open-mouthed dumb-founded shock.

..and then the door slammed in their face.

"CLARICE!" He yelped out, banging against the door again. "YOU ********' TEASE, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" He knew what she had to offer, and he wanted it. Bad.