[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=aba000][center]Cerise Baptiste[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=aba000]Location: London, sidewalk (I'm imaging Cerise getting out of the alley)[/color][/b] 
[b][color=aba000]Interacting With: [@Dark Light] Clayton Radshaw [/color][/b][/center][hr][hr]

Cerise chuckles at the pregnant comment. [color=aba000]"Conception hasn't came easily for me. I crave to change that. I bet you can work over my husband in that department. I love my husband but it's his side that isn't strong enough."[/color] She winks at him trying to gauge his desires. Usually she's more methodical, but this man is influencing even her. A Goddess of beauty, love and childbirth. [color=aba000][i]So fascinating.[/i][/color] She notices the Australian slang and thinks quickly about that twit Emma, she isn't getting anywhere near this man. She answers rather honestly. [color=aba000]"I'm originally from France but now live across the pond in the south mostly. I'm here on pleasure, which is in a way my business."[/color] She soon reaches her room and opens the door and places the man on her bed.

[color=aba000]"Wait here, I'll get the iodine and swabs."[/color] She kisses him gently on the cheek then whispers in his ear. [color=aba000]"Enchante' je suis appelé Cerise."[/color] She smiles and then escalates the seduction. [color=aba000]"I'll be changing as well, your blood got on my clothes, any preference?"[/color]