#darkgatefortress

After a marathon of Bacchanalia (And a nap), Sylvi has learned somethings about herself. About things she always wanted to try, how some of them went. Turns out, reduced inhibitions means a certain freedom to explore. She wakes a troll again. And unlike the Dreaming. She remembers everything.

She wakes slowly and...well, feeling very well exercised, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, there's a lingering luxuriousness, and a quiet amazement of some very enjoyable hours. "Wow...." she breathes quietly, smiling.

Her half dozing boyfriend stirs softly as her voice "mmm?" A grin

She notes she's closer in height to him again, and checks one of her hands (yup, blue) before reaching over to touch his cheek lightly. "Just... wow." A blush and smile. "Morning."

"Yeah, wow." He smiles just a bit, fangs showing in a pleasant way

A deep breath. "Yeah...so...that's me as a satyr, I guess."

"Why didn' you tell me you wanted to try the..." A light blush, "The thing we did?"

Oh, she wins in the blush department. "You're not...um...you don't think I'm...like, dirty or something, for...that?"

"Honestly, I don't think I really thought about it before, not like it was a....something we would do."

"What?" Stunned "No. Why would I... " A surprised look, then he says "Actually, I worry that maybe I wasn't.. I mean, like I should have been the one to suggest it or that I let you down not thinking to try it? I mean.. I liked it, a lot. Somethings we tried not so much but it's not.. Dirty. it's just learning about each other. And that.. well THE thing, if I liked it a lot, and you really really liked it, then we should ah.." A blush "do it again now and then, right?"

She bites her lip, but she's smiling. "I...think I'd like that. Yeah."

Then he admits "I think" No, more direct "I KNOW I got really turned on that you came to me and made the first moves. It made me feel...well, wanted. It was sexy to see you assert ah.. don't get me wrong, I don't want whips and safe words." ABLUSH "but you know if you're ever in the mood it's okay to be..direct"

A little line between her brows. "I wasn't aware I'd been putting that all on your shoulders. So...okay, yeah. Noted. I mean...I'm still not going to be slutty about it...." Then her eyes go wide. "Ohhh...oh, geez, the stuff I said out there in the hall!" She's absolutely purple now and hides her face in a pillow.

"You didn't put it on my shoulders" He assures "I put in my shoulders. I should have mentioned..." Then her eyes go wide and he fights a smile "Now part of our official records and logs. As Storm, my pronouncements or pronouncements made on my behalf such as what you did are part of the daily report."

A muffled groan, and not one of pleasure. "Maybe I can just die in here so I don't have to go out there?"

"I'm teasing" he says and adds "And if some pooka did do that, I'll have it erased. Honest"

She can hear amusement in his voice despite his attempt to be comforting. A part of him just finds this adorable

She peeks out to give him a half-hearted scowl. "You're enjoying this," she accuses, and pokes him lightly in the ribs.

He oofs as he's supposed to, then with a failed attempt to contain a close lipped smile, nods vigorously

Nothing like a great round of sex to make a boyfriend just a wee bit smu- oh hey, those shoes the corner. She almost forgot about that.

Oh, they can wait a few minutes. First, a certain boyfriend has earned a solid tickle attack. THEN, once she escapes from his retaliation...then, the shoes. "So, do you know what these do, even?"

A bit of laughter, a bit of play ,he grins and then she mentions the shoes, and he looks back cautiously as if afraid they will upset her, "Truth to tell, so far all they seem to do is change color and size for any woman wearing them"

A skeptical look at him. "Any woman? You haven't tried them on yourself?"

"Well, it doesn't even taking wearing. A woman picks them up in her hands and they change. I hold them they stay as they last were"

No. He has not tried them on.

"Hmmm...." She picks them up and looks them over.

And they shift, not only to fit, but becoming a pattern of colors that matches her, they are vivid, but not quite gaudy.

She blinks and considers the new design...then offers them over to him.

He takes them. They don't change in his grip. "See? Stays the colors and size to fit the last woman who touched them"

"Huh." A pause. "I'll make you a deal: See if you can put them on first, and then I'll try them on."

"My feet are bigger than yours" He says dubiously "And.. I'm pretty sure they're meant for women. Why do you want me to wear them?" But he starts to even as he asks

"Humor me." She watches. "If it feels like they're going to break, stop."

They don't quite break but they do not quite fit... they pinch though "Okay. Not to whine... but I'm not going able to be able to walk in these and I think they're cutting off circulation"

"Welcome to the world of fashion. Okay, give 'em here." She's taken a moment to wrap a sheet around herself.

He takes them off with relief "So that was to make me appreciate all you go through when we get fancy?" He jokes and hands them over

"No, that's just a bonus." She gives him a wink, then tries them on.

"I've never worn heels this high...." she says, a bit hesitant.

They fit, and the straps seem to place themselves for maximum effect. She's not stood up in them yet but they're disturbingly comfortable. And.. there's more, a sense of certainty and something at her beck and call.

"Well, troll girls are tall" He says starting the obvious "So I have to say I've never seen any of them wear heels."

"Seriously. I might brush my head on the gym rafters in these," she jokes. "Okay...." and she stands, finding her balance.

And just like that, she's upright, and the sheet changes! it fluctuates between options , one moment a shimmering silver Bodystocking Chemise, the next a Industrial Net Crop Top Set of forest green, and then a strappy black bikini... flicking back to which one she seems to like more. The outfit seeming built for 'a little cover is more tantalizing than total nudity' logic. What's more, she walks, no strides, with balance that would do a gymnist proud. And she knows how to dance. Well, she knows how to dance already but .. suddenly she's equated with expertise in using a pole to allure and show off her prowess.

A startled blink. "Whoa...." (Belatedly, she realizes that delivery would do Keanu Reeves proud.) A few steps that have an unmistakable strut....across the room, back, pause, pose, hair toss and smoulder.

"Holy shit" her boyfriend, so recently sated, still gapes "Okay. How did you learn..."

And now that she's moving, the shoes politely inform her, not with words, but with an awareness, that when she's ready, the magical pole will appear for as long as she needs it.

A deep breath, that so-familiar nibble on her lower lip, then she flings one hand out the side....and yes, there's the pole. She knows this. She knows she knows this. One-two-three steps and she's spinning and shifting and twining one leg to lift herself higher and still spinning and such graceful movements....!

It's not so much as it makes her dance a certain way, as the shoes educate her how to 'work the pole' incorporating who she is, and what she already knows. Mixing cheer leader moves and enthusiasm, her natural leadership meaning she demands attention...and yes, damn it, she can be a little vain but she worked hard to stay looking this good so you're welcome! She's not feeling like a puppet or some pre programmed avatar in a video game. Music of her choice is playing , apparently from the pole! The outfit, while seems to demand a risque nature, also of her choosing within that.

She laughs, and even gives some gratuitous jazz hands as she's hanging upside-down!

He grins and tries not to leer.. kind of fails on that last one. Then wows more than once as she does some athletic moves he did not know she knew. And perhaps a moment ago she didn't

A few more times around, and she manages a spin where she suspends herself in a straight horizontal line (good grief, the muscle control!). Then a dismount....and the pole vanishes. She stares at him with delight. "WOW!"

Her boyfriend applauds, "I'd wolf whistle but I'm afraid you'd deck me!" he grins and moves to her picking her up and whirling her around