#rutgers

Chelsea laughs, and Belinda, shy belenda dances even more boldly

Oh the gift cannot make you do things, but it does make your worries fade when it comes to things you wanted to do

So Dagmar dances, she strokes, she is touched lightly in return and feels no shame

Dagmar could have willed her voile back to normal.

Dagmar could resist this, if she fought for it.

But... there's a certain freedom, in the excuse.

Cover, to grasp for what she wants and denies. For what her peers seem to do so easily. It's not much - to touch and be touched, to desire and be desired. To live, for a moment, in the moment...

And maybe hold onto something, someone, again

After dancing and dancing Masey laughs "Ladies, every woman makes her choice, but I know a room here where we can ...be ourselves"

"...please..." The troll breathes, with what she wants. She wants to not be afraid, and tonight... tonight, she can escape consequences, can't she? Just for tonight, she can do what she wants. She's not broken, or left behind, or unwanted. Not tonight.

Masey says "Please is a very magic word.. and this" She guides them to where they can be free of fear or guilt, "This is a magical night"

Dagmar goes with Masey and the others, her head swimming with want, and responsibility and guilt and shame feeling very far away. That's the past. Change is good. Passion... passion has its place, too.

Glamour maybe free, but it's best given, and it's given freely tonight, as is pleasure, as is understanding, as is release

And fade to mists and Samhain merriment

****

Dagmar feels utterly relaxed, incredibly comfortable

This is... nice. A pleasant feeling, soft and warm and safe.

"Morning" A warm voice says

Gentle blurry confusion. "Morn...?" She blinks, and might realize how... little... stands between her and the sheets...

Masey mmms happily and her hair spills over Dagmar as she looks down "How are you feeling, AMazon? I thought about fleeing, but it seemed it might hurt you? I didn't want you to feel like you'd been bad or wrong, a user or used. Much is a blur, but I know you were fantastic"

The troll glows with lilac. "Oh... I... oh..."

"I.."

"I'm glad you stayed." She can't help but look at her companion, warm and close and reassuring before the doubts can rush up and drown her.

Oh speaking of nude, Massey isn't wearing a stich, except her hair does cover things strategically

"My pleasure, and I mean that, " Massey assures her

Dagmar's voile had already revealed much - her body is a storybook of scars, despite not yet being twenty. Not all of them are chimerical. "It was... yes. I asked, didn't I?"

"And... I didn't mess it up?"

"Mess it up?" Massey is surprised "Dagmar, every body goes at their own pace, slow, fast, side to side, full thrust forward, whatever it is, babe. Just because something doesn't quite click means anyone is to blame, it just means it didn't click. No more, no less. I.. my memories are a blur, but what I do remember? We clicked. Certainly enough for me" Massey kisses her, then parts, "Enough for you, hard to decide, but you did not mess up anything"

She closes her eyes, grasping at the soft-shrouded memories.

"It was nice, I think."

She seems to recall a sense of certainty, of something neeeding done, winter summer, didn't matter... she did right anyway because she's Dagmar. She also remembers even more clearly, Chelsea's lip stick and how it tasted. And Belinda's got a ticklespot? And Massey's tongue is...

oh it's a blury montage

Her face is very warm. "It was nice." Still, she pulls the sheet up for a touch more modesty.

"Want me to get you a change of clothes?" She offers "Not that I don't want to rip that sheet off with my teeth, but not everhyone's as comfy in the buff as we satyrs"

"I don't think I could leave the room in.. uh.. yes, please."

A wistful sigh, "I think it's like putting a blanket over a window with a mountain view, but you got it." She gets up "I'll get you something a bit more respectable. Voile won't be going frisky anymore. Darn it"

She slips on a the barest of robes herself, then says as she starts to go out to get the spare clothes "Hey, anyone every tell you you would rock the midriff look?"

Dagmar watches Masey with appreciation. "I'd feel too much like an Iowan... long story."

"Damn. I should visit Iowa" A girn,and she vanishes.

A chuff of laughter.

She is content to stay in the warm nest of bedding for the moment. She doesn't feel bad, or dirty. Maybe a little sheepish.

Snuggly, and then, "Hey, it's not fancy but it should fit"

"Thanks. I know I'm.. hard to fit. Did Belinda and Chelsea leave?"

"Right of ignorance" SHe says , then looks apologetic "All daughters of eve, sons of adam wake up in their bed with pleasant dreams"

"It's kind of a sorority rule"

She lays down what looks to be a Jumbo shirt better suited to the 80s, tye died in green, and a pair of blue jeans

Dagmar may wonder what good deed she did to get a pair of jeans that fits her hips and butt perfectly , feels comfy and... holy shit, it has pockets? It's a post samhain Miracle

"That's a good rule." She says as she pulls on the shirt.

"And probably very good for my nerves. I... sorry, I don't want to say this in a way that sounds bad.."

"Now, hey, if you want to approach one of them, bet you'll find them considering... memories fuzz, but feelings linger, and they? they were smiling"