Sylvar

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

My eyes on the glint of an odd collar that I spot glinting on Aayla's neck, spotted as she bent over to put her things down, almost make me miss her following words...

Manage on her own can she? I'd like to see that...

My thoughts fog again momentarily, instantly seeing a range of possibilities unfolding before my eyes as the pretty Twi'lek finishes with a cheery "goodnight". This, I am unsatisfied with.

Slowly stalking one step forward, and then another, I slide my hands up the sides of the door-frame, carefully flexing my powerful limbs as they reach the top and rest there in a faux-relaxed state.

"Well, considering the extravagant show I prepared for you, would it not be fair for me to get one as well? Show me, then, how well you can manage on your own..." I practically purr out in a low, sultry tone.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

The door slides open, and I hear a satisfying "Oh!" Purrfect... Sounds like I had the desired effect.

"Thank you, Wolfe." She stammers out, and hearing her struggle to completely keep her cool sends a pleasant fog through my mind, even as I hold her belongings forward to be taken from my hand. "I'll, um, take those," Perhaps she's forgotten that I can't see where her hands are...

"You, um... you don't have to keep wearing that, you know," She finally remembers.

Removing the blindfold I say gratefully "Thank you." and, seeing her outstretched hands, I pointedly place her belongings in them now that I can see. As a final touch, I place the blindfold on top like a cherry on a cake.

"If there's anything else I could help you with, I would gladly be of service." still grinning slyly as I've been from the moment I knocked on the door.

Under the Heel [Pseudo Star Wars] (Mature)

As she hurriedly steps through the door, I can tell I've flustered her in exactly the right way. Pleased with my success, I go about my business in finishing my shower.

I wonder if I pushed her too far, though? She seemed to have been enjoying herself just as well as I was, so I suppose not.

As I retrieve my things from the bench, still musing about the fun I'd had moments before, I stumble across Aayla's things. An idea blossoms in my mind...

She is so lucky I like her... I think slyly, noticing a few solid objects among her folded pile of robes, figuring they must be fairly important considering their shape and weight. I put on my sturdy leather harnesses, pick up the rest of my things in one hand and Aayla's belongings in the other, careful not to undo the folding. All set. Time to unbalance a Jedi... again.

All dried and dressed in nothing but my restraints and blindfold, I make my way to Aayla's room and knock firmly, devilish grin spread wide across my face.

"I have your things here, Aayla. Seems you left in quite the hurry..." I say suggestively, waiting to hear her reaction when she opens the door.