INTRO | SMOOTH-TALKER (Room 5533) | APHRO AS YOU LIKE

[diosorogloria]

Spain wakes up in one of the hotel rooms and sighs in disappointment when he sees that he is still stuck in this infernal place. Red, so much red. While he likes the color, he now finds the whole redness of the place actually quite offensive as the days wear on and he still remains trapped. And of course there is that ever-present sweet scent in

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I'm so sorry, my Twitter peeps convinced me I needed to do this, ahahaha.

[notunaforyou]

Heels clicking loudly as she walked, Monaco had been roaming slowly through the plush hotel, doing her best to take in the décor. She would most definitely have one of her own fine hotels redecorated in a similar fashion once she'd had her fill of this place. Perhaps less red...no, definitely less red. This color scheme is completely overbearing, lovely as the furnishings themselves are.

It isn't long before she finds herself peering hesitantly into a bedroom with an open door, eyes darting along the walls and over the furniture. She doesn't even notice its occupant until he speaks, his cheerful voice jolting her out of her reverie of interior design and the impressed gushings of potential tourists.

"A-Ah, excusez-moi...!"

Aww, it's totally fine. ^_~ Hahaha, your Twitter friends seem like a fun bunch.

[diosorogloria]

A woman. He sighs and mentally curses the one responsible for leaving him naked in a bed for just anybody to see. Debauched and twisted as he can be at times, he still believes in propriety and chivalry. Ladies are not to be exposed to vulgar nudity.

"It's perfectly all right, señorita. In fact, I should apologize." He apologizes with a smile as he starts gathering blankets to cover himself with. "I don't mean to be so..." Naked. "Vulgar."

Glad you don't mind, then! And yeah, they're total dolls. =7=

[notunaforyou]

Having spoken before her eyes or mind had processed anything, it takes her a moment to realize it's merely Spain who's perched in the middle of that huge bed (naked as he is), and not someone she should be alarmed by. Still, a fright is a fright, and the sudden revelation of his presence has set her heart aflutter.

"N-Non, non, I should not have come nosing into your room." She presses her fingertips to her chest, a breath of nervous laughter escaping her. "Though I must say, I am quite surprised to have run into you here, of all people, Espagne."

Not at all. ^^ Spain welcomes all who visit him (the nakedness is just an added feature)

[diosorogloria]

Spain blinks when he hears his name spoken in French. How does she know who he is? He looks at her--pretty and elegant with those sensible glasses--and tries to remember if he has seen her before. In his time, France has yet to acquire Monaco.

"...Have we met before?" He asks, curious. His smile takes a turn for the apologetic. "I can't remember. I apologize, but if we had, then I don't remember your name."

Oh man, that's good to know!

[notunaforyou]

She shouldn't really be surprised that he doesn't recognize her; lately, it seems like none of the Spains she meets know a single thing about her. But she's alright with that. Her house is small, and only recently has she begun to throw her weight around on a global scale...

"I would like to assume we have met, and that you are just bad with names, as usual." She leans against the doorframe. "But unfortunately, you look a bit younger than I am used to seeing you, so perhaps we have not, as far as you are aware."

Re: Oh man, that's good to know!

[diosorogloria]

At the mention of him looking young, he tilts his head and narrows his eyes a bit at her. He's curious, really. "So you know me in the future?"

He remembers the French she spoke earlier. "Are you one of Francis' colonies?"

[notunaforyou]

She laughs in response to his question. It's an affectionate laugh. A 'well aren't you just the cutest little thing' laugh.

"I most certainly am not." She's sauntering over to the bed now, hand outstretched for him to kiss or shake or whatever else he plans to do with it. "I am la Principauté de Monaco, and I am almost completely independent from my brother."

[diosorogloria]

That laugh does make him feel young, like she looks at him and sees a child. He's not sure if he's happy with that. He's grown so much these past centuries that he's fancied himself quite grown-up, thank you.

But he pushes that thought away as she comes closer and offers him her hand. He smiles to her and takes it, bowing his head lightly over it in an almost-kiss. "I am pleased to meet you then..."

[notunaforyou]

"Likewise." She sits down lightly on the bed, and quite possibly gives him something that resembles an eyelash flutter.

"So, now that we have met, Espagne," she says as her eyes trail down his bare chest. "I would be interested in knowing why it is that you have left your door open while you yourself are in such a state."

[diosorogloria]

Well. This is something he didn't expect from someone who looks like her. Appearances can be deceiving, of course. He is a prime example of this. And of course, who is he to mind receiving such attentions from a pretty girl?

"It's not my intention." He explains to her with a smile, leaning back and closer to her to give her more access to him. In return, he reaches and gently fingers a strand of hair falling gently over her shoulder. "I am pretty certain I had my clothes on when I rested my head last night."

[notunaforyou]

"And your door?" She crosses her legs, glaze flickering over to his hand, then back to his chest again, before finally settling on his face.

"Why, in a place like this, I am a bit surprised the only thing you are a victim of is petty theft."

Her fingertips have found their way beneath his chin, lightly guiding him to tip his head toward her a little more.

[diosorogloria]

"More like being undressed against my will." He murmurs to her with a smile as he leans closer. Being this close to her makes him aware of her scent, something flowery and feminine. A tanned hand lifts and gently touches by her cheek. Such soft skin. He almost feels sorry for having to touch her with his calloused fingers.

[notunaforyou]

"I don't see your clothes anywhere," she tells him with a soft chuckle, running her thumb lightly over his bottom lip. She can feel his breath on her skin, hot and even, and she leans into his touch. "So I believe the crime remains petty theft."

[diosorogloria]

Her touch is light and it makes him smile, making him bow his head a little to press a gentle kiss over that thumb. "Hopefully they're in this room somewhere. I do need my clothes, despite this place's preference for nudity."

[notunaforyou]

"Would you like me to look for them, then?"

To be honest, she couldn't care less about his clothes right now. In the short time she's been in the hotel, she's had a nagging feeling of desire weighing heavily upon her, but at the moment, with Spain sitting beside her, so undressed and convenient, that feeling is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

[diosorogloria]

That's a good question. Sitting here naked with her is more than comfortable for him. She doesn't seem to mind how naked he is either, even seems to like it. It's probably just the aphrodisiacs in the air that they breathe, but right now, Spain doesn't mind too much. Mademoiselle Monaco is plenty attractive. Had they been in another place, Spain thinks he'd still be drawn to her.

"Hmmm..." He hums in thought. "I actually don't mind that they're not in my possession right now." He smiles, a touch teasingly, playfully. "Unless you mind me not wearing anything..." He lets her decide.