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- Multiple posts per day
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- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
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- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
The tour was lost on Rosleigh, who could occupy no space but the one in her own head. She was lost in thought - so much so, that it might have appeared rude, except when the woman spoke directly her, she managed to snap clear enough to bow her head politely and thank Etzla's second wife with a small, sheepish smile.
When she had gone and Etzla addressed them, instead, her cheeks flushed again as she lowered her gaze. She understood it... the sense of irritation. They were playing a dangerous game, and in Etzla's home. It was a risk, she knew, not just to her and Hama, but to Etzla and his family as well, and she had enough sense to be embarrassed for her own actions... though not entirely sorry.
"A chaperone won't be necessary..." She answered, looking up with a small shake of her head, "Please don't be mad at Hama. I... It's my fault. I encouraged it, entirely."
When she had gone and Etzla addressed them, instead, her cheeks flushed again as she lowered her gaze. She understood it... the sense of irritation. They were playing a dangerous game, and in Etzla's home. It was a risk, she knew, not just to her and Hama, but to Etzla and his family as well, and she had enough sense to be embarrassed for her own actions... though not entirely sorry.
"A chaperone won't be necessary..." She answered, looking up with a small shake of her head, "Please don't be mad at Hama. I... It's my fault. I encouraged it, entirely."