An Open Invite

[alanwrotethis]

"Hardly seems fair," he mutters, smiling as he takes the Architect's hand. "Though I can't disagree, she is exceptional."

He turns to the room.

"So what was the forfeit for losing?"

[L .]

"Fair?" Aurelia snorts. "Perhaps if I was born with centuries of the combat experience and training I have now, then it would be unfair. Non, it is not unfair - I worked hard to reach this. A long time, with blood and sweat and tears. You are sore loser."

Aurelia happily chuckles. "And it was agreed at start - so to encourage Elder Keane to join us this round - that: if you lose a round, you must strip everything off. Both of you, then."

[alanwrotethis]

"I was referring to Aldrichs proposition to pair against you as not being fair, you- wait, everything?"

Niketas is split between a frightened gulp and an amused smirk.

"Zounds. Alright, but I'm putting my coat on once I've stripped, can't sit bare on the host's furniture."

[L .]

"Nee-h, it's only for the game; you may dress afterwards, of course, or as soon as you wish to be out permanently."

She tosses the Warlock a smile, slightly smouldering. "Think of it as foreplay, hn? A lady likes to see. It whets the apetitie for later."

[Anton]

[alanwrotethis]

[L .]

She helps collect up some of his clothes as he takes them off.

"Oh it is so very exciting, so tremendous; let me tell you later, eh? You will like, so much Niketas. But later, I will tell you later. Let us do one more round first. Tea?"

She helps fold a few garments of clothing and stashes them with her boots in a visible corrner, away from everything else. Then Aurelia sashays over to the cold teapot, glad that it is empty, and begins faffing with producing a third pot for the room - vanishing briefly into the kitchen for hot water.

Once back, Aurelia pours herself a cup and sets it down, gesturing to people to take.

[alanwrotethis]

Stripped to the waist, Niketas takes the ofered cup and sits down next to Aurelia.

"Yes, splendid, I do looooove a good puzzle to unravel, you know that, but..."

His eyes flit to the room, back to Aurelia.

"What if someone else loses a second time? What if - and the odds are perilously small here - what if you lose twice..."

He smiles, drinking the tea.

[L .]

[Jean-Jacques]