Slippery When Wet

"Ohoho!" Femie chortled against Feruza's chest. "I am indeed, ma chere. It is the best way to be." Femie purred. "I've never heard of anyone who cannot appreciate at least a little bit of sensuality." Femie sighed for a moment, letting the room quiet down to just their soft breatsh and beating hearts. She closed her eyes and was considering flalling asleep when she heard something rather loud come from the downstairs area.

"Oh my..." She said and lifted her head. She only heard the soft muffle of a shout and then the long muffled speech like words. Femie sat up.

"Perhaps... we should rejoin the festivities, ma chere..." Femie said, looking coyly at Feruza. "You get dressed, I'll take care of everything else." Femie hopped up and quickly pulled her bra on and pulled Clyde's shirt over her as she waited for Feruza to roll off the bed. She then looked at the soaked shieets and stifled a giggle. "Je suis desoles, monsieur Gastin!" She said ane began to pull the sheets off and fold them neatly. She set them off to the side and then finished dressing herself.

"So, ma chere, in caase we must depart from one another's company tonight, maybe we should... get each other's information? Unless, you are satisfied with a petite tryst?" Femie would love to see Feruza some more but she also understood the idea of these little flings.

Feruza let out a little gasp as the shouting woke her from her half-asleep state that she didn't even realize she was in. "Eh?! What was that?" she said, startled. As Femie sat up, the Uzbek followed. "Maybe we should rejoin." she said. "Seems to be commotion."

As Femie put on her clothes, Feruza laughed. "What do I wear? We are back to beginning." she said, smiling. However, she blushed again once she heard her companion's suggestion. "Are you want to become... my girlfriend? T-that would be first."

"My turtleneck is fine!" Femie said and then paused at Feruza's assumption. It was rare for Femie to be nervous or quiet, but for the moment she was.

Raising her hand and extending her finger, she paused. "Oh... Mon Dieu..." She muttered to herself. She then perked up. "Perhaps that is a conversation better saved for when we are not in a stranger's bedroom? Ohoho!"

Quickly regaining her composure, Femie brushed past Feruza, smooching her on the cheek and then playfully swatting her behind as she made her way down to the party.

Feruza had forgotten about the turtleneck. "Oh yes!" she said, before looking around for it, and slippin it on. It was a little tight, and definitely showed off her rack a little more than she would have liked, but it would do, and she was greatful.

"Maybe you are right, Femie." she said, as she followed her out the door and into the party. The Uzbek let out a cute "eep!" as her behind was swatted, but kept on following.