- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Scifi, anime, mecha, magical girl, superhero, cyberpunk, yuri
Man, some of the other club members were pretty weird, Sophia decided. The one girl with the tiara was certainly taking dressing up seriously, but her Japanese was terrible. Sure, she probably spoke with an accent herself, but at least she knew enough grammar. She swallowed any harsh words, it just wouldn't be polite to pick on someone still learning, compared to actually helping them improve. She'd...have to try getting at other languages the girl spoke, later.
While most of the items, Bahamut included, which Akira brought out didn't elicit much more than polite interest from her, the model guns had Sophia out of her seat and reaching for something at her thigh in the space of a few instants. She couldn't exactly turn off her own hair-trigger nerves, but at least she also had the time to realize it wasn't a threat. The more astute observers in the room probably caught a glimpse of something metal in a bandolier under her skirt. The less astute were likely distracted by panties, if they were even looking. "Ah...ahahaha..." She tried to laugh it off, looking embarrassed as she sunk down into her seat. "Thought that was an actual gun for a bit, there..." Good thing replica guns, no matter how convincing, have to be obvious at a glance.
Sophia quickly began collecting the scattered tarot cards, efficiently gathering a number of them into a neat stack. "You need to be more careful, Mistress," she said as she handed the cards over, scolding the other girl. "It doesn't do to make such a basic mistake before a reading." Shuffling the cards could be a troublesome first step, she knew. They were a bit too big to easily work with, even if the same general techniques as playing cards did work. In her case, Sophia had to curse her tiny hands, when it came to keeping good control of the damn things.
"So, what's the occasion for the reading," she asked, quite curious about how this would be progressing.
While most of the items, Bahamut included, which Akira brought out didn't elicit much more than polite interest from her, the model guns had Sophia out of her seat and reaching for something at her thigh in the space of a few instants. She couldn't exactly turn off her own hair-trigger nerves, but at least she also had the time to realize it wasn't a threat. The more astute observers in the room probably caught a glimpse of something metal in a bandolier under her skirt. The less astute were likely distracted by panties, if they were even looking. "Ah...ahahaha..." She tried to laugh it off, looking embarrassed as she sunk down into her seat. "Thought that was an actual gun for a bit, there..." Good thing replica guns, no matter how convincing, have to be obvious at a glance.
Sophia quickly began collecting the scattered tarot cards, efficiently gathering a number of them into a neat stack. "You need to be more careful, Mistress," she said as she handed the cards over, scolding the other girl. "It doesn't do to make such a basic mistake before a reading." Shuffling the cards could be a troublesome first step, she knew. They were a bit too big to easily work with, even if the same general techniques as playing cards did work. In her case, Sophia had to curse her tiny hands, when it came to keeping good control of the damn things.
"So, what's the occasion for the reading," she asked, quite curious about how this would be progressing.