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#⊰Another World || Two Souls Bound by Spilt Blood An Unlikely Pair...Torn Asunder by Woe⊱ Alistair || Human! Ade
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"So what do you think?" 
Was the question that was asked, as slender fingers tied the silk ribbons around the waist before stepping away admiring her handy work. They had been at this game for awhile, Adelicia being stubborn in finding the right outfits for her fiance-- who had the misfortune of being turned into a female. It definitely didn't have to do with the fact that this quality and intimate time spent between them, was in a way making them closer. Showing Alistair the side of her world where dresses and fun fashions were prominent. She would admit she didn't have any friends of the same gender-- who weren't uppity snobs with too many bees up their crawl. So in a way this was kind of fulfilling something she didn't have, added to the fact that Alistair had an amazing figure as a woman, didn't quite help matters in the slightest.
She was guilty in the fact of sneaking a few glances where she probably shouldn't. But her fiance being in a female body, it had her-- questioning a few things. That doesn't mean she's been shying away either, handling her as intimately as she always had been. Male or female, Alistair was her one and only, her betrothed, her equal. Somewhere deep within herself was that urge of curiosity, of making love with a woman. Perhaps it was because it was her Alistair, since she had never had such a curiosity previously. A soft hum left parted lips as she ran a brush through curly brown locks. Adelicia placed a kiss on her head, a low murmur of a compliment escaped the dame.
"You look beautiful, Mon Cheri"
However, those thoughts were pushed aside for now. Presently there were more serious matters to attend to.  
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@goodspiritradio​ Asks:  “UNF”
Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE
Adelicia was surprised, honestly, she didn't expect to be pinned to a wall by her fiance, hands being held above her head after their lovely weekly dinner in his home. He wasn't normally the type to be like this, she felt like prey being cornered by a hungry predator, red orbs peered into dark chocolate brown searching for something, the haze of desire deep within their depths. A low chuckle left the heiress, she leaned in close, lips just centimetres from his
"Tell me, mon amour, what brought on this little display?" Her voice lowered into a tempting velvet, she wanted to know what he would do.
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