[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Nic&Ren's Apartment – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b]  
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It was then when Cassiopeia hear Ren's surprised voice that she was glad she had a longer jacket on, and that Nic's arm was covering her from flashing her father-in-law. Still, when Nic turned around, Cassi's face was a deep red with embarrassment.

[color=#DB7093]"We got you something and bruschetta."[/color] She offered the bag to him before hiding her face once more. Wayland was absolutely no help. Instead the little beast jumped onto the table, and reached out a paw to Nic, to make it easier for Nic to pick them up.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] [url=https://www.marrakechil.com/]Marrakech[/url] – Chicago, IL
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[color=#006400]"If only it worked like that,"[/color] he said, the tone of his voice low with desire. Caden traced his finger across their throat, watching it bob before he took his finger away. A short moment later, the dessert arrived.

[color=#006400]"Mmm, I think I should like to take you to Paris first, perhaps. Or maybe we can tour the UK before we move on to somewhere warmer,"[/color] Caden said, his voice back to normal, and he thanked the server before taking a bite of his pastry. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B0C4DE]Avery Zain[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#B0C4DE]Location:[/color][/b] Caden's House - Chicago, IL 
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Avery laughed, and rested his hands on Kimiko's hips. He held her in place while he rolled over and looked up at her from his back. 

[color=#B0C4DE]"You love me and my perverted mind because its just thoughts about you,"[/color] he stated. Avery ran his hands up Kimiko's sides, the fabric of her outfit catching along his hands. [color=#B0C4DE]"So, you've given me a massage. Does that mean I have to pay you back now for your services?"[/color]