[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Fox River – Cary, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] [/center]
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Cassiopeia smiles when Nic compliments her. He’s only really seen her work with the wind. Sure, she could flicker candles in and out of existence or stop the water running out of a fountain, but those were all parlour tricks. [i]If only he knew,[/i] she thought to herself, before kissing him deeply. 

Nic’s hands shift back and forth, trying to find a place to rest or wanting to remain in motion. Cassiopeia was in a jumpsuit, so there wasn’t much he could do without stripping her naked, and that was too soon. Cassi didn’t mind the contact, though, and she didn’t mind wandering hands.

Cass moved one of her hands away from Nic’s hair and found his hand. She guided his hand down her hip and over her ass. Leaving his hand there, Cassi reclaimed her hold in Nic’s hair.