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Pandora Montgomery ([info]pandacharms) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-25 04:36:00

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Entry tags:character: chris summers, character: pandora montgomery

RP: Spa Day
Who: Dora and Chris

What: Their date

Where: Hardd Knut Spa

When: Saturday October 25

Rating: SFW for now at least


Dora couldn’t help but admire her nails with feminine satisfaction. Gods, how long had it been since she’d actually had a manicure? Forever, she was sure. The emerald green colour was deepy satisfying as well, though some would call her silly. Not even related to her House, it had always been one of her favourite colours. She wiggled her toes, pleased as she looked down at them too. She felt well groomed for the first time in a while, since she’d done her own nails for the ball.

Next was the massages though, and she felt a little nervous. She needed a massage, but those could be so… personal, and they were side by side. Her shoulders were so tense, though, not just from the nerves for this but from seeing her brother. Seeing Wayne had helped, and she hadn’t ended up drinking, though she’d wanted to, but just… yeah. Stressful week.

Plus the whole not-much-clothing thing. Massages and not-much-clothing thing. They’d had the coffee date and all, but it was a little against her normal thoughts to show that much skin until more into a relationship, if that was where this was headed. She kept the main things covered and wore a towel, wondering if this was going to be a habit around guys she hadn’t slept with and didn’t really know well. Seemed to be becoming one.

She rechecked the glamour on her arm, covering her Mark, and went out to stretch out, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Not that she’d let them show. She was a Slytherin and a former Death Eater – letting your vulnerabilities show was a big no-no.



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[info]chrisss
2014-10-27 11:55 pm UTC (link)
Chris entered the massage room with a towel around his waist, feeling about as comfortable as one can while without clothing. If you asked him, it was well-earned confidence, his body was stunning. If you asked him.

He laid down on his stomach and turned his face toward Dora, "How did you like your girly time?" He gave her a big smile. While she'd been getting her nails done, he'd gotten a haircut and clarifying facial, with the express confidence that men can get facials. Waggling his eyebrows at her he added, "You know, normally I have to take a girl out to dinner or something before she gets naked."

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[info]pandacharms
2014-10-28 12:51 am UTC (link)
Dora couldn't help but peek from under her lashes. It might not take a perfect body to catch her eye, but that didn't mean she was blind to a nice body either. And he did have a nice one. "It went well," she said, holding a hand out and wiggling her newly painted fingers at him. "Your haircut looks quite good," she told him.

She sniffed slightly and put her nose in the air, peeking at him with amused eyes from the corners. "Why, sir! I am not naked," she informed him in a teasingly prim tone. "Can you not see I have kept this grace saving breastband?" And knickers, and the towel. She grinned at him, though she might just be blushing a little bit, damn her pale Scottish skin. She was a tad self conscious, truth be told, given she wasn't prone to just getting naked in front of a guy. "So you might wish to plan for dinner anyway."

She propped her chin on her folded hands, head turned his way. It wasn't just the almost naked thing she was self conscious about, for the Mark was the only thing she had glamoured today. Her other scars were visible, here and there, most notably the one on one shoulder that looked like someone had doodled on it with a knife. Which would be pretty accurate. The others were mostly small aside from it, but her skin wasn't flawless. She feigned confidence pretty well, though, and the banter helped with that. She smirked faintly at him. "And it's not everyday, sir, that a man simply strips for me, so I suppose we're somewhat even."

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