The rays of sun through, hitting the window of a building making a certain someone flinch from sunburn.
Slowly opening her eyes, Arya hissed from pain, holding her head that was pounding. Getting up gently from the cold floor, searching for something to hold. Touching the armrest of the chair, she held onto it for support. And with the size of it she was probably in the sitting room.
After both of them maneuver their way back to the house, Arya collapsed on the chair, but how did she end up on the floor? Where was Erin?
She calls for her. "Erin, where are you? " The house was still silent. Receiving no response, she yelled out "Erin!."
A little sound came from the corner of the room. "What's it Arya?" Erin spoke in a lethargic manner, her voice laced with sleepiness.Laying down on the chair, one of her legs thrown upwards as the order rested on the floor. She ran her hand through her hair, letting out a moan of contentment as she realized just how exhausted she felt. Last night was hell.
"Don't tell me you're still asleep? You promise me hangover soup first thing this morning."
"Argh! My hair heard." it seems like someone continuously kept hitting her head with a metal rod. Erin held her head to stop it from spinning. "Just let me sleep some more". Her head was heavy, and so was her body.
Listening to the voice coming from, Arya walked in the direction, both hands suspended in the air, not wanting to bump into anything. Before agreeing to get drunk, she made Erin promise her that the next day a bowl of soup will be ready for her. And she was saying she wants to sleep. There was no way she was going to allow her to sleep.
Reaching the chair, she tabbing the air in front of, trying to hold Erin. Someone suddenly yanked her down, her back hitting the chair, as Erin laid on top of her.
"Arya….."playing with the end of her hair, her hands tailing down to Arya's ear when she sticks her fingers into her ear, wriggling it round.
"Ah, Erin, what are you doing? Get your body off me," pushing her weight off her.
"Shhhss, I am not getting off until you let me sleep in Peace." whispered into her ear, making Arya ticklish.
"There's no need for you to do this, or are you horny because of the lack of sex? You know I'm not Alex, right?" Getting into the playful mood, "Or…. "her voice shadowed, having a hint of mischief, "I could give him a call."
Erin spanked her butt cheek. "You devil. "
She moaned seductively, biting her bottom lip, "Are you turning into a les Erin? You know I am not into pussy." She talked dirty.
Erin laughed. This girl never seems to amaze her, hovering around her face, feeling each other's breath. "Do you want a plain soup now or a big fancy breakfast later?"
Bring her hands. She rubbed her chin, closing her eyes contemplating on the offer, "It's a very enticing offer, I almost can't resist it. How about you make the soup first, then I will consider the offer? "she wasn't going to fall for another trick. She has not made the soup, and she was promising her a sumptuous breakfast.
"I'm sure you will regret this decision, Arya," she said, slowly getting to her feet and offering Arya her hand.
Twenty minutes' time she came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot steaming soup. Handing the bowl to Arya, she said"Hope you choke on the food for disturbing my rest."
Not commenting on her remark, she brought the spoon to her mouth to take a sip from it, her taste bud bursting from the taste, her face twisted, giving the appropriate expression befitting the soup.
"Are you trying to kill me, Erin? This is poison, not soup. Did you have a taste of it? "
Erin searched for her bag, walking around the room. "You wanted soup and you're complaining. "where was her bag? She kept on looking, finding it behind the sofa which Arya sat on. She unzipped the bag, as she looked at the content of it, her brows furrowed together. Blinking her eyes twice to confirm it was not just her imagination, the money was still there. The bag slipped from her, dropping onto the floor. She hurriedly picked it up immediately, clutching on it.
"Arya, I think we may have robbed someone last night," her hands trembling, taking the money out. How in god's name did such an amount end up in her bag?
Arya kept taste testing the food, taking a little coup at a time when she heard what Erin said. Rub someone who? She? No way, she can't even see, let only rub somebody. "Between the two of us, I think it's obviously clear who the robber is," excluding herself from the nonsense coming out of Erin's mouth.
"I think the amount is about two hundred dollars," she said after counting it.
Arya spat the soup out, "Two hundred dollars, did you kill?" wiping her mouth off the sleeves of her shirt. Her hand moved in a come motion, Making Erin walk to her, bending down, face to face with her.
She grabbed Erin's face, and said in a very slow tone like she was speaking to a three-year-old, "If the cops ever comes looking for you, you must immediately deny your relationship with me, okay?"
"Get your hands off me. Which cops? I did not commit any crime." The money was in her bag, inside her house, so it related everything to her and no one else, and she's going to spend the money in a way she sees fit.
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Inside an enclosed four corner room stood a woman in front of a large mirror. Putting on a luxurious sliver grown, that swept the floor. The back has a deep 'v' curve embroidered with shiny sea stones. The neckline, covered with a skin net, makes her fair breast peek out. Her golden short hair tied in a high ponytail stopping at her shoulder. Checking out herself in the mirror, the grown brought out the necessary curve of her body.
She spoke to the person reflecting on the mirror, "Favio, this wasn't the grown she had worn. This was an entirely new design." She complained to him.
The man wore skinny jeans, with a tight tin top to showcase his abs, his ears having about five to six piercings. Placing one hand on his waist, he said with a girlish voice, "Babe, two people have already worn that grown too different. Occasionally, I am sure you don't want to be a number three with the same design" as he spoke he demonstrated with his hand, waving it around.
Turning her hips from life to right, looking over her shoulder, "But I still don't like the grown, is way to covered, it's hindering my fair thighs," referring to the slit at the end just above her knees.
"What modification do you want me to make? " Taking a seat on the foot chair, he crossed his legs.
"Mmm I don't know" touching her chest, "Making the neckline a little more deep, then maybe you could retouch the slit, make everything more make" coming to a final conclusion.
"That's not a problem. Just give me throughout this day to finish it. Your assistant can pick it up tomorrow." Clapping his hands twice, two females dressed in black jeans and a yellow top came in. "Help her out of the dress, then take it to the draft room, for the finishing work, and take it easy on the stones. They are very expensive, we won't want any damage on the grown. "