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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 4, 2012 9:21:11 GMT -5
Oceaniana walked into the room with Uriel and she involuntarily rolled her eyes. A bed? What was his intentions? Her mind was about to go onto a rollacoster of thoughts when she felt Uriel's body shiver.
Oceaniana was good at reading emotions and feelings. Her father, before he went completely crazy, had hired a special instructor for her during her childhood years. Because of the business her father had owned.... he wanted to make sure Ocean had all the tools she would ever need to protect herself. Which made sense, but then to add on top the fact her Uncle hired a body guard for her? That made minimal sense. Ocean had spent many hours a day in training. Her father was strict. Everyday: 3 hours dance training, 4 hours a day with the special instructor, 1 hour a day exercise, 5 days a week. She could look after herself (she liked to believe).
"There's something wrong with you." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. And although her tone was gentle it demanded an answer. She made her way over to the bed and sat down on the edge, all the while she was watching as her body guard stared intently at a picture. She had caught a glimpse of it when she had entered the room. It was a girl and Uriel. Perhaps a sister? or a lover? "Trust is a two way thing, if I am to open up to you then you have to talk to me about things."
"Not really." She shrugged. She did not want to talk about what had just happened. But Ocean knew that she had too. Sometimes people had to do things they did not like to do. "The thing.. I haven't got a name for it." Emotionless, that's what Ocean was right now. She had learnt long ago how to turn her emotions off. Her father was a strong, fearless man, who taught her to keep her feelings in a different jar to her life. Feelings were for the worthless, the pathetic, the stupid. "It's," She gulped, aware of how stupid this was going to sound. "It was the image of my father. I know it isn't my father. I buried him myself." The memories was still raw and painful. "I can't use my powers again the thing. It's been following me since the summer, turning up when I'm not expecting it." She looked at Uriel. "I guess that is why you were hired, my uncle can be a worry wart. I thought you would of been briefed about this?"
(OCC:// No worries, I enjoyed reading it (: Aww, Uriel is in love! Will he meet Sapphire again? <3 *Ocean's father is based on Lord Voldemort, lol. I used to RP Oce in a HP themed RP. But obviously on VS he's not a wizard dark lord, and he's dad. But just so you can get the picture of what he is like!))
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Uriel Mikhail
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 4, 2012 19:00:45 GMT -5
Well, Uriel was completely heartbroken. The love of his life was probably right at the other side of the globe. His eyes trailed around the room as he sat, still caressing her picture. he didn't even listen to Oce. he just stared at the picture, reminiscing the memories they had together. Which were many. albeit not everything of those memories were romantic. Most were them under fire from the Mafia or them raiding the mafia quarters. But he didn't regret every moment he had with her. Not a single second was wasted when he was with her. Uriel sighed again. Of course she'd want to know the story of his love. He kept calling her his love. Yet he didn't even know if she still loved him.
Uriel shrugged at her, not really caring "I'll tell you my story...my real story. Even the story of this woman." Uriel threw the frame on the bed and sat down. His hands fiddled with the case of the wine cooler, pulling it open. But instead of wine cooler, Uriel pulled out a huge bottle of champagne. and with a snap of his finger, the cap came off. Uriel placed the champagne on the nightstand and grabbed a wine glass, before pouring the champagne on his glass. Uriel stared at the sparkling liquor inside the glass, and slowly, he saw Russia forming on the liquor... Well, it's now or never. Uriel opened his mouth to speak and then...
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In the midst of the bitter winters of Russia, under the taxi's engines roaring and the sound of the adults, talking ever so loudly with each other under the ever watchful eyes of the huge skyscrapers in Moscow. The huge lightfest of the corporations, the restaurants and even the whorehouses. All of them was under the bright light of Russia's midnight. And as this was happening, a black van ran across the streets, followed by five other ones. The van's door opened and dozens of men in black poured out. Holding all kinds of firearms. But mostly rifles. A man in a white suit came out, he looked important. Almost as if a grea drug lord or something. He had a black eyepatch over his left eye and he smoked a tobacco. The man uttered out orders in Russian, while a man from one of the roof top stood. His black shades were not getting in the way. He wore a dark Italian suit and his huge dragunov rifle sat at his front as he aimed for the man's head. But what was noticeable was his blonde hair, drenched in snow. It was no other than Uriel. In his fifteen's. Just ready to kill already. The red marker aimed itself onto the head of the man in the white suit. And without hesitation, Uriel pulled the trigger. And the man fell, dead. With a clean bullet puncture through his head. The man fell and the guards screamed their heads off as the guy fell dead. The man stood and disassembled his rifle with much precision before walking away, putting it over his shoulder. And he chewed his gum. Uriel's eyes glowed even brighter. And with that, the snow twirled around and the scene shifted.
Uriel sighed as he drank from his wine glass before speaking again. "I was an assassin back then at Russia. It wasn't a nice life. I never got anything from my parents. No friends or anything. It was always study study study kill. Ir Uriel's eyes turned to her as he spoke again "You remind me of her actually. Light hair, extremly beautiful and well defined... It's almost frightening. If I'm at my weakest, I might think you're her." Uriel sighed before speaking again before pointing at the window outside, feeling the scene in his head play out again as he spoke.
"My Mentor was an assassin and a musician in Stalingrad... During the Mafia ruling in the city, the sound of his violin filled the air with magnificent music - Korsakov, Stasov - many of the great nationalist composers. To my fellow assassins, it was a symbol of hope. To the gangsters...it was a symbol of defiance. Even now, his music still haunts me. The Gangsters slit his throat while he slept. Collaborating with any Gangster is a betrayal, a betrayal against all of Mother Russia. Dragovich and Kravchenko were not troubled by such matters. They looked only to advance towards their own interests and agendas..." Uriel stared at her and he spoke, his voice shaky.
"And then I met her. Right after my mentor sent me to the Head of the Spetsnaz Agency. Col. Krivolchy. And there she was when I finally got my badge for the Spetsnaz. So beautiful...so powerful, composed and all together...so lovely." Uriel shrugged and spoke again "And we gone through countless missions. I found out that she was beaten by her father, she found out that I killed two kids at my youth. We loved each other but weren't aware of it. my naive mind saw her as a sister... how wrong I was. One day when we were pursued by the gangsters through the snowy ground. I almost wanted to die in the name of Mother Russia. But she didn't let me. Instead she got shot and I needed to carry her. it was the best moment of my life. I found out that she loved me...and I found out that I loved her." Uriel just didn't care as his tears streaked down from his face, he spoke again, this time in a bit of a bitter manner. "But Mother Russia answered for our call...and as long as the motherland has enemies, I shall answer her call. We were forced away. I remembered how beautiful she still was. Her eyes, her face her everything..." Uriel threw the champagne glass on the wall as he laid back down. "She's still my heart's moya..."
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 6, 2012 6:40:44 GMT -5
{{OCC:// I apologize in advance for my crap post, my mind isn't able to produce anything quality at the minute, my thoughts seem to be elsewhere. So sorry}}
Oceaniana picked up the framed picture of Uriel and the girl. They looked cute together. And she was a beauty. Caramel blonde hair pulled into a loose fish tail, blue and green eyes, maybe 5'8". Model like.
She listened to her, giving him the curtsy of her attention, which he had not seemed to give her. She would remind him of his place and his job another time. Right now he seemed to be in mourning, and Ocean decided to let it slide for one time only. Mourning was a feeling she was deadly used to.
His Russian accent made his story come alive, and Ocean could feel tears rolling down her cheeks, forming little glistening tracks where the tears went. She was glad for waterproof make up. Ocean tried to understand how he could put his country before his love? It was pure dedication to his mother Russia, sure, but if it was Ocean in his shoes she would of given her country the bird and stayed with her loved one. At least he sounded bitter about it.
Ocean jumped as the champagne glass shattered off the wall. Jesus? She felt for Uriel, she really did. But the thing was, he was hired for her. She wasn't hired to be his therapist. She sighed, wiping away a few of his tears. You would think, and society does, that the people who are suffering the most are the people who are at the lowest weights, the people who look the sickest. The people who have their every skipped meal etched outwardly on every protruding bone of their body.
Actually, it’s not. It’s the people in-between. The people going through psychological pain - how you as a person. It is how you feel in your mind. It refers to how much you hurt as a human being. It is a mental suffering; mental torment. It is called psychache. Psychache refers to hurt, anguish, soreness, aching, misery - in the mind. It is the pain of excessively felt shame, or guilt, or humiliation, or loneliness, or loss, or sadness, or dread of growing old ord dying badly, or the like. When it is felt, its introspective reality is undeniable.
Yes, Oceaniana was clever, defying popular believe.
She could even be a psychiatric if she wanted to be.
"Uriel," She touched the picture of Saphhire with her index figure. If she put all her energy into it she might of been able to get some information on the girl. Her whereabouts, or her passing thought at the time, something small. But that small thing could mean the world to Uriel. It was a newly discovered power of hers, a very small one that worked rarely, that she hadn't told a sole about. "Graeme Fife once said that the greatest battle is not physical but psychological. The demons telling us everything is wrong. The demons that put loneliness and bad thoughts into your head. They must always be answered by the quiet and the steady dignity that simply refuses to give in. Sapphire, she's out there, waiting for you to find her? I could just out where she is. Just give me the word." Well... she would try to. She hadn't practiced this power much. Maybe she would just get a glimpse of Sapphire's whereabouts, but no way to identify it. Or maybe she would just hear a word. Oceaniana didn't know.
What she did know, though, was although Uriel was Mr HottiemcHottie, she totally shipped Uriel and Sapphire.
Although some part of her thought, Damn.
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 7, 2012 6:19:52 GMT -5
Well, this was just pathetic. Uriel's eyes was just red from the tears. He wanted to suck his tears up and tell himself that he was a Russian Soldier. he didn't have any right to feel despair. Mother Russia willed them to separate and it was not his fault really. But if only he had not taken a blood oath to serve Mother Russia till his last breath was cut. Maybe if he did that, he would still have her in his arms. But of course, Mother Russia comes first. In all situations. It was a shame, really. Uriel turned to her and he shrugged, he wanted to speak when he saw her crying. Wanted to tell her how she looked like Sapphire, the high cheekbones and even the smile. It was true, she really did look like his moya. And maybe, just maybe. She was as beautiful as her as well.
What surprised him was when she wiped his tears off his face. A smile crossed his lips. Yep. That's what his moya would do. Uriel tried not to show his little joy. She did kind of remind him of his moya a bit. Quite scary really. Uriel shook the thought off when she placed her index finger on the picture of him and her. Uriel raised a brow at her before leaning backwards and trying to take in what she said. Senseful, really. She knew he was hurt and a wound that was covered with an animal skin isn't going to heal. But he was afraid to let that wound heal. What if his moya would return Then what? So many questions. Uriel's interest was perked when she said she could find his moya. For a moment he felt a surge of joy. She was the key of reuniting with his love! he could finally find her! But then again....he was being to abusive. he was hired for her, not the other way around. Uriel shook his head in detest and spoke " I appreciate it, Miss Forrester. However, I abuse your kindness. My problem is not yours." Uriel nodded his head before standing and wiping the remaining tears off his face and speaking again "Perhaps we need to both get our minds off things....I know a place, but it's quite messy. In other words, it's a club." Uriel shrugged and smiled "My treat."
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 7, 2012 6:55:15 GMT -5
"It's Ocean, or Oce for the people close to me. But if you insist one being formal, then it is Miss Riddle-Forrester, please." Oceaniana was born a Riddle after-all, as she wanted to keep her parents name with her at all time. She became a Riddle-Forrester when her uncle/godfather officially adopted her and she chose to keep her last name and hyphenated.
Ocean gently placed the picture of Uriel and Sapphire on the bedside table, making sure it was at the right angel. "Perhaps we do. As long as messy involved drinks, loud music and getting absolutely spangled?" She questioned, running a hand through her light brown hair.
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 7, 2012 7:14:59 GMT -5
Uriel laughed when she spoke about getting completely wasted. Well, she wasn't the typical clique girl. But she had some of their attributes. Like drinking at a young age and so on. Uriel didn't remembered his first drink.And that was a good sign. He stood up and grabbed his wallet and his pistol, placing it in his pocket. He couldn't leave her without protection. Even though his skills and even his powers were enough protection for her. Uriel wanted to make sure. He went down and opened the door for her, when she already passed Uriel followed behind her. He walked over to the clerk and held out his hand, the clerk gave him a pair of keys and without notice or any other, he took it and exited the building with her in front. And with that, he pressed a button attached at the key, and a car's horn sounded before rushing in in front of them with great speed. A white Lamborghini Aventador. Perks of being an assassin.
Uriel opened the door for her and sat on the driver's seat and tapped the one next to him before smiling at her "I think it misses having a chick on it's seat, yeah?" He spoke, with a little enthusiasm. He tried not to sound too emo about Sapphire but the sadness still slashed at his voice.
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 7, 2012 13:03:39 GMT -5
Ocean was impressed, and it showed on her face. A white Lamborghini Aventador, Autodrive car. "You are one lucky bastard, Uriel." She guessed there were many perks of working for his country, although the perks couldn't make up for the things Uriel had to give up.
Ocean could almost feel herself swooning. The car was a beaut! It was so much better than the Izusu sports LE she had in her uncles garage back home in London. "Well now it has one super hot chick on it's seat." She smirked as she sat down on the seat next to Uriel. "First stop, Spiritus. I need to change. And you need to come with me. Body guard duties."
(OCC:// What time is it on this board?))
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 8, 2012 7:03:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Let's make it....9 PM XD)
Uriel smiled at Oce. She was so confident. Creepy. He didn't remember being surrounded by women with no trouble with their self-confidence. Sapphire was so beautiful and she knows it. And so is Oce. Weird really. Maybe he'd ask Sapphire if they were Irish Twins or something...That's if they'd ever find each other again. Uriel shook his head trying to keep that off his mind. And he smiled at her again before driving off with extreme speed. And with that, Uriel turned to her and spoke" Bodyguard duties? Some perverts try to spy on you while changing ?" Uriel blinked before shaking it off and speaking again "Anyways, you go change and I'll avt as your bodyguard and all that. Then when we get in. We just get super fucked up and drunk. Sounds like a good plan?"
Uriel told her before stopping at the Spiritus' Entrance and getting out of his car and opening her door. And he smiled again "And I'll call you konfetka from now on. It means sweetie. A real good nickname for your friends in Russia actually. Although it's used for the opposite sex. I don't know why you westeners use it as an expression of sexual love for another person, though." He offered his arms and said "So, Konfetka You wanna change or not?"
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 9, 2012 20:09:53 GMT -5
"Sounds fucking amazing." Oceaniana beamed, watching the world flash by as Uriel drove with extreme speed. He drove just like her father used to, and she found some comfort in that. As they drove, her mind wondered to her powers. It was fun getting into the mind of someone who was drunk, probably one of the best experiences of he powers was using the body of a drunk person. She smiled as she got out the car. "So you are calling me a sweetie, huh? And I shall call you Amico. It's Italian for friend."
((Ooc:// So lazy (and haven't got much time to type out Oce getting changed) and want to get to the drinking/partying/fun part, so let's just pretend that Ocean has got changed, if that's ok?"))
IC://The sign glowed brightly in the night, the red and black neon light attracting everyone to the hottest night spot in Cranbrook. HOME. It was 10:30pm and people were beginning to file into the night club. "C'mon Amico." Ocean shrieked into the crisp night air, linking hands with Uriel and leading him towards the building. Oceaniana could feel all eyes on her, jealous and admired looks from the females, and gagging looks from the males. As she walked, seductively swaying her hips to the sound of the blaring music coming from inside, many eyes followed her. Prehaps it was because how she had dressed (like she was worth a million dollars). She wore a short black strapless dress that showed off her tanned body, black anklet booties, with her lose curls pinned to frame her face. "It's time to get smashed and lose our memories of tonight."
She ignored the voice of a male asking, "Aren't they too young?", as she pushed to the front of the queue. You ask yourself as you see familiar sophmores from East High walking up the stairs. The bouncers smiled as the saw Ocean, being on first name terms with her.
"Good evening Ocean. Has your friend got any ID?" The biggest bouncer, Dean, shot Uriel a stern look as Ocean handed him a crisp $100 bill.
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 10, 2012 9:05:13 GMT -5
The sound of loud horrible music and the neon lights flickering across the grand walking streets were enough to send Uriel into a state of philosophical thought. Why is he here again? It was a space where a person with a gun can easily fit in and just murder someone without much notice for hours. Where an escape can be easy since you can conceal into the crowd. He should know. He's an assassin. And an assassin's greatest weapon isn't his gun, nor his brain. It was his stealth. It was important to kill your target and sink back to the crowd. And an experienced hitman can basically do just that. So he was being a bit skeptical about this. Plus another thing was...
He was supposed to go here to heal his wounded heart. To forget about Sapphire for a night, drink it all away to the state of ecstasy and just live life to the fullest. But will drinking solve any problem? Sure it can temporarily block your views and just force you to say "Fuck everything!" But that won't take care of his problems. It would merely turn him into a person who doesn't care about his problems. And that would mean it would still be there but he'd choose to ignore it instead of taking care of it. Plus. Didn't this mean he was breaking his vow? To give up on Sapphire and just say fuck it all?
And so for safety measures, when she was getting dressed, he placed a hidden blade right under his forearm. Attached with a bracer that was used to retract it if it needed be. Yes. He totally wasn't paranoid. Uriel rolled his eyes at the thought as his little friend walked across the entrance of the club. She looked like a fucking peacock. And not in the bad way either. It was as if Aphrodite kissed her on both cheeks and Helen of Troy decided to manifest on the mortal world. Quite an understatement considering she got looks from men quite older than her. God damn. She would pass for eighteen, though. And the blonde wolf just walked behind her, his pistol dangling from his waist although it was hidden as to none of the civilians would see.
When she spoke to the guard, Uriel crossed his arms and was just silent. Acting like the Bodyguard. But little did everyone know that he'd go apeshit once inside. Just thrash and hammer himself although he still opposed the ideals, better than nothing, eh? And when the guard shot him a look, he turned back to him. The guy was big, sure. But he could take him. His cold eyes pierced through his eyes as he felt the surge of power running through them, momentarily turning violet before he noticed Oce doing something.
She was bribing him?
Uriel turned to the woman and shot her a "What?" Look before turning back to the bouncer who was demanding his I.D. Uriel grabbed his wallet and opened it . Revealing his Spetsnaz and Russian Government I.D "Special Spetsnaz GRU Agent." And with that, he pushed pass him and entered the club with Oce. A smile spread across his lips.
Hammer women, drunk men, dancing and Alcohol.
So
Much
Alcohol.
And with that, Uriel immediately got comfortable and jumped in the dancefield.
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 11, 2012 17:05:07 GMT -5
Oceaniana headed straight to the bar. Her usual was in order, 3 jagerbombs to start the night off. It was crowded, and the music blasted though her ears but it did not effect her as she was used to it by now. There was dancing couples on the floor, people making out in the back and other chatting while the men eyed the ladies up. Ocean smiled, as the people parted for her to walk though. She walked making sure to sway her hips in a way she knew, would make people want her. "6 Jagerbombs please," She asked once she had caught the attention of the male bar tender. His eyes raked over her body in the black halter mini dress. It had a built in gemstone chain necklace and the dress plunged into her cleavage. She rolled her blue eyes. It was easy to get a guys attention, although whats he really craved was somebody who adored the mind, not just the body. She smiled and thanked him when he filled six glasses with redbull and shots of jagermiester. She pushed three of the glasses towards her companion. She downed two of the jagerbombs, slamming the empty glasses on the bar, and picked the third up in her hand, turning to Uriel.
I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it, I cannot control it. I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it.
She gave him a look which meant 'Ready to get fucked?'.
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 12, 2012 6:54:17 GMT -5
The music made Uriel laugh as he stumbled to the bar, where his friend was. Sitting on the stool, h e leaned on one hand and smiled at her. She looked like she was about to attend one of those fancy parties. While in turn she's with sweaty men and slutty omen. She looked like a jewel if he says so himself. But he needed to protect the jewel. Make sure no one puts some shit in her drink or he'd more than likely to cause a shootout. That was the thing with Uriel. He'd protect anyone who was set to him. He'd make sure the job is right and not half assed. He crossed his arms and smiled at her as she pushed the drink.With no consent or whatsoever, he snatched the two glass with both of his hand, drinking both with efficiency.
And Uriel was an experienced drinker. Fuck, he was Russian! Vodka was the water there! He dealt with all kinds of beers. But this just made him feel weird. He felt a bit lightheaded but shook it off immediately. Turning to her as if answering her question. Hell yes.
And with that, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the dance floor, immediately just rocking his socks off.
Oh baby, don't you wanna...
Dance upon me.. Leaving behind my name and Age!
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 12, 2012 7:17:10 GMT -5
Ocean laughed a little as she saw the effect the jagerbombs had on Uriel. That's why she loved jagerbombs, the mixture of red bull energy drink and the shot of jagermeister made you get the alcohol experience quicker. Officials recommend that a person not drink energy drinks with alcohol, or drink alcohol through a straw, because it gets you drunk faster. "Nothing like Vodka is it?" She made a mental note to do vodka shots later. She really wanted to see his 'vodka face'.
Oce let Uriel pull her to the dance floor and situated themselves in the middle. On their way to te dance floor a overly drunk twenty-something girl grabbed her wrist, but she pushed her off. She pulled Uriel towards her and they began dancing face to face. When they were in a spot she seemed to like, she suddenly thrust her pelvis against Uriel's and danced against him, moving her hips to the music.
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Post by Uriel Mikhail on Nov 12, 2012 7:43:51 GMT -5
The screams of random teenagers were rather annoying but the music was dying it down. A smile crept on his lips as he felt her touch on him. He forgot about everything and just succumbed to his manly desires. His hands crept on her waist when she started to thrust on him. He felt his lips redden with the realization that this was all true. The distance between them obviously shortened as he felt her moving, he wasn't sweating nor was he nervous he just felt...hot.
All thoughts about the consequences were gone as he was basically thrusting waists with hers, almost no distance in between and just face to face with her. Hell, if he was a bit more drunk, he would've snogged her right there. But what started to invade his mind was the thought of Sapphire, although his Primal instincts pushed it away. His smile crept on his lips again "You really are irresistible, konfetka. You know that?" He asked, his voice almost a growl. His hands still gripped her waist a bit although he started to let go.
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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Nov 15, 2012 0:00:01 GMT -5
She found his almost-growl voice a turn on. Even him being taken was a turn on for her. It had never stopped her flirting with a guy before, even if she did ship the couple. "Am I really?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. Every time Britney sang the words I'm a Slave for You, Oceaniana would dip down to the floor and come back up, pressing her ass harshly into Uriel. The great thing about HOME was that no one ever paid attention to anybody else's dancing, nobody was checking into what anyone else was doing.
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