[right][sup][color=8dc73f][color=1ca9c9][b]Wyatt[/b][/color] & [color=ff682f][b]True[/b][/color] Collab with [@Lovely Complex] A special room on the boat[/color][/sup][/right] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/aZ4KFXq.gif[/img] [img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180609/910d9da8ef5ff52febb471cb7077d40e.png[/img][/center] [indent]If she knew there was a room like [i]this[/i], True wouldn’t have stolen other people’s clothes. Dropping the backpack and shoes on the ground, right near the entrance, her innocent mouth agape, True tread slowly into the dungeon inspired room. If you wanted to find out the Helmsleys had kinks, this was not the way to find out. Truly Bliss could not put a name to any of these things like the St. Andrew’s cross or the spanking bench. There was a cage, ankle cuffs, plenty of discipline weapons, and a section with a large display of costumes. Weird. Why did Ryan and Adelaide Helmsley need any of these things? Unless there was an animal they needed to tame. As she made her way to the costumes, her hands glided over the tools, that she had no idea was used to give pain and pleasure to someone. She’d have to ask her brother later about all these things. What intrigued her the most was the throne, all these other devices in the red light dungeon she could care less about. The throne, she knew exactly what it was, and wanted to sit on it. But first, she had to look at her disguise selection. A police… a nurse… a nun… a cat… a maid… a cheerleading outfit that said daddy on the top… leather… more leather…. True decided to try on the naughty [url=https://images.esellerpro.com/2448/I/351/17/FDS43498ebay.jpg]schoolgirl outfit[/url] that had green, which she thought would look best with her red hair. The little freshman had no idea all the outfits were designed for a red haired woman. Adelaide was after all Irish and her signature mark was her gorgeous, long red hair. Quickly, she threw off her sweater, unbuttoned her blouse, pulled down her knee length skirt, and tried to see if the outfit would fit her. Luckily for her, the mistress of the boat fitted her costumes a size smaller so that her boobs would ooze out of them, for True, though, the Miss Behave outfit fit perfectly. Okay, maybe it was a little big in the boob area, because True’s boobs were still coming in, but still! It was leather at the top and leather snuggled against the body. No one would notice it was slightly bigger than her tiny frame. Checking the mirror, True blushed with how [i]different[/i] she looked. This was something she’d never be caught dead wearing! Why would someone wear something like this anyways?! It was [i]really[/i] revealing and like not exactly accurate to actual school girl uniforms. This didn’t make sense! And yet, she liked seeing herself in it. This was a [i]good[/i] different. Taking off her glasses, True stepped closer to see her face. Absentmindedly, she placed her glasses to the side and decided she should give herself pigtails. Fortunately, there were plenty of hair accessories and jewelry by the vanity. Humming to herself a tune, True did her hair, having to squint here and there to make sure there wasn’t any unnecessary bumps. Ah-hah! Perfect. Okay, now she was ready for the throne. Wyatt had been on a journey. He’d been all over the boat, searching for his mysterious red head. After scowering the party, he finally found himself below deck, but still, no redhead in sight. Well, not the one he wanted at least. As he searched below deck, the curly haired stoner found a door, slightly ajar, red light pouring out. Curious, he poked his head in, to see True, atop a throne, dressed in some school girl outfit, surrounded by sex toys. Okay. This was unexpected, though surprisingly to Wyatt, not unwanted. Maybe it was the weed, but he was kinda into the outfit. For a moment, a long moment, True forgot what she was originally doing. She was supposed to disguise herself so that she could hide from — [color=ff682f][i]Shit![/i][/color] How did he find her?! Her blush seared through her cheeks, she needed to think fast. To continue to hide? Or to pretend? Even if she hid, she had no idea where there was a guaranteed safe zone, so instead, trying her best not to squint her eyes at her crush, she cooly said, [color=ff682f][b]“Good evening, Mr. Durand, I’ve been expecting you.”[/b][/color] Okay, she’d just go with a meme and see where that takes her. Maybe she’ll be able to slip past him again. A game of cat and mouse! But for now… to add to her game of pretend, she lifted her right leg and brought it over her left. Long, nice, slender, out for display, with nylon to tease. She was the villain in their story, muahahahaha! Did she have any idea what she was doing? Nope! However, she’d act like she wasn’t going in this blind; like she knew she was the boss (when really she was just an innocent lamb). Wyatt chuckled a little bit. Was she legit? This night was slowly getting crazier and crazier, but thanks to the high levels of THC in his bloodstream and a general lack of impulse control, Wyatt rolled with it. What was the worst that could happen. He sheepishly stepped into the red room, shutting the door behind him and running a slender hand through his mop of dark hair. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Uh, hey,”[/b][/color] he said, his face heating up with embarrassment. Wyatt was never a womanizer, always steering away from cheesy one liners, going for a more awkward approach. It worked, I mean most of the time. Wyatt hadn’t been tied down in some time, but he’d been around the block more than once. How was she supposed to respond to that?! If she moved from the throne, she would lose power in the situation. The throne was her safe zone, she decided. Crossing her arms, almost expectantly, she carefully watched her crush, at least to the best of her capabilities since she was kind of, sort of… blind. [color=ff682f][b]“I wasn’t [i]really[/i] expecting you.”[/b][/color] Truth. Yeah, she was hiding from him but she didn’t expect he’d find her, in this red dungeon. What were the chances? [color=ff682f][b]“I will, however, grant you permission to see me.”[/b][/color] A mischievous smile appeared on her face. [color=ff682f][b]“So tell me, do you like what you see?”[/b][/color] Wowzer. Where was all this coming from? The magical attributes of this throne were uncanny. Wyatt grinned, strolling across the room. This girl was different than the one he’d met earlier, he could tell. She was more...confident? Empowered? It was strange. Maybe that was just the weed talking. [color=1ca9c9][b]“It’s dope,”[/b][/color] he said, before pulling the note out of his back pocket, and holding it up. [color=1ca9c9][b]“So, I’m guessing you wrote this?”[/b][/color] he asked, somewhat sheepishly, afraid that he was very, very wrong. Raising her hands up as if he caught her red handed, True batted her eyes and giggled, [color=ff682f][b]“I don’t kiss and tell, Wyatt.”[/b][/color] Her eyes said yes, that was me, but her words contradicted her expressions. He could decide if she wrote it or not. She liked this game. [color=ff682f][b]“Why do you think it’s me?”[/b][/color] She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, while her elbow rested on her leg. [color=ff682f][b]“That’s a [i]huge[/i] assumption.”[/b][/color] Toying with her crush was fun. Why didn’t she do this before? Oh. He hadn’t been expecting that. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Well, you told me I had a pretty face earlier today, so like, it made the most sense,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, smiling nervously and glancing to the floor then back to True’s eyes. He wasn’t used to this, flirting. He couldn’t have made that answer seem coy even if he’d wanted to. Deciding to relinquish her power, realizing how uneasy he seemed, True stood up and skipped her way to her husband, breaking the distance between them. She wasn’t even drunk. She wasn’t even high. She wasn’t even ready. Was she ever ready? And yet, the stalker in her wanted to look at her love, face to face, for what felt like the first time, ever. [color=ff682f][b]“You [i]do[/i] have a pretty face.”[/b][/color] She admitted again, before clasping her hands together and cutesly swaying her body from side to side, while she stayed in position. [color=ff682f][b]“But, what if someone else likes you?”[/b][/color] She didn’t deny or agree. After a brief moment of silence, Truly Bliss allowed herself to come to a stop, as she looked up at him, rather seductively, unintentionally, and teased, [color=ff682f][b]“Is it smart for you to put all your eggs in one basket?”[/b][/color] Wyatt screwed up his face in confusion. Eggs? What eggs? [color=1ca9c9][b]“I don’t know anything about eggs or anything, but like, you like me and I think that’s cool and like we should do something about it,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, grinning. Realizing that he should do something cute, he suddenly grabbed one of her hands with his. Good move. As simple as hand holding was for True, this gave her an explosion of emotions. His aura was like elixir and she wanted more. She didn’t understand how one boy could flood her mind to this point, and to her, he was perfect. He was exactly what she needed. Wyatt was adorable. Active and lived in the moment. Loved dogs. She would know, she had pictures of him with dogs. His favorite chips were doritos. Nacho cheese, spicy nacho, salsa verde, tapatío, cool ranch, supreme cheddar, jacked ranch-dipped hot wings! DORITOS everyday. Rain or shine. He loved doritos. He was in the film club, which wasn’t a very big club. It was led by Henry Green, it had her best friend, Kit Thomas in it (though, fairly new), and one other familiar face: Riley Wells (also a new attendee). For the most part, it was him and Henry, eating snacks and watching films. An unspoken bond, where they both shared a love for movies. She could tell that the bond was there. Wyatt was a boy that valued his friendships. He spent a lot of time with his friends, like played video games in the student lounge with them, skated with them, smoked with them… he freaked out when there were creepy crawlers and made faces when his friends challenged him to eat sour shit, when he didn’t like sour shit. If he had a book near him, he was usually sleeping on top of it, rather than reading it, and forget about math. He’d rather not do his homework than touch it. She loved him. Even so, there was a part of her that hesitated. The part of her that wasn’t ready to say, I do. The part of her that liked staying in the shadows and learning everything she can about him, before she could take the risk and say, hey, let’s make my fantasies a reality. Wyatt was genuinely a nice guy and he deserved to win everything, but was she really the prize he deserved? Was she even worth his time? Such a simple gesture caused her confidence to deflate. Retracting her hand, bringing it to her side, True looked at her feet, her fears taking over, as she blatantly lied, [color=ff682f][b]“It wasn’t me. I can’t take credit for someone else’s feelings…”[/b][/color] The shadows was where she belonged. Wyatt’s face fell. He’d been so sure it was her, but it seemed he was very wrong. [color=1ca9c9][b]“Oh, uhm, okay. Well, sorry to bother you I guess,”[/b][/color] Wyatt said, his eyes now glued to the floor, his hand awkwardly massaging the back of his neck as he slowly backed up towards the door. [color=1ca9c9][b]“I should get going. Secret admirer to find and all,”[/b][/color] he explained with a nervous chuckle, before stepping out of the red room, the door closing behind him. [color=ff682f][b]“Mm, yeah… I’m sure you’ll find her.”[/b][/color] True wanted to cry. Watching him walk away was the hardest thing for her. She wanted to tell him to not go, to not leave her alone. For some reason the feeling of being alone was the scariest feeling that ever existed, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t face him and tell him how much she [i]truly[/i] admired him. She couldn't say he was right all along. The love letter was written by her. She just couldn’t... What was wrong with her? Looking down at her outfit, no longer fond of it, she decided to put her old clothes back on and find a place to lay down until the party was over. Forgetting her glasses and the strangers’ clothes she stole from the game room in the red dungeon, the place she didn’t understand, True quietly left. Feeling shitty. [/indent]