Cookies & Cream | Tomomi

Oh, what an amazing time to be alive.

Yes, Fleur still had issues with her lower body being numbed out by the 'activities' that she and this girl she's just recently met- and that's a stretch, seeing as it was as recent as only a couple of hours ago. Clearly, she wasn't the type of lady who believed in the concept of love at first sight, because she believed in science and the various theories and hypotheses regarding this sort of thing. In short, for the time being, she would surely distance herself from an emotional standpoint with this girl, and to only focus on the lustful aspect of this newly formed relationship.

There were still possibilities of them ending up together, right? One could never, ever overlook the chances of that happening, despite the fact that they were both females, and she knew fairly well that her parents would disapprove of this with an iron fist. After all, they've been searching everywhere for a fiance that would live up to their expectations, but so far, her 'other' self proved to be too much to handle for those candidates, and they ultimately called it quits. Some lasted a day, some lasted two, but the end result was almost certain- they'd either run from her, screaming in complete suffering and agony, or they'd just sneak away in the middle of the night while they were sleeping, never to be heard from again.

And that was exactly why Fleur invited this girl to join her. To live with her, perhaps after her graduation from high school. Would anyone seriously believe that there was a way for her to turn back, after experiencing this degree of pleasure? The young heiress's motto had always been 'what Fleur wants, Fleur gets', so even if her offer were to be declined, she'd make sure to do everything in her power and beyond to break the mind and body of this Japanese girl, so she wouldn't ever consider the thought of leaving, ever again.

For the time being, however, both girls would be sprawled out across Fleur's room. Of course, they would have cleaned themselves up before doing so, since the owner of the aforementioned room did not really appreciate weird stains and odors being absorbed into the high quality fabrics that made up her bed and sofas. Fleur herself was sitting in front of the little table in a corner of her room, where there were tonnes of products for beauty enhancement, laid out across the wooden furnishing. She had her hair down this time around, and was repeatedly combing it with one of those fancy combs that you only normally see hairdressers use to loosen it up. After a full day of being cooped up in a rubber restraint, her teal hair definitely needed the ventilation and treatment that it was currently getting.

The room itself was as large as an amphitheatre of sorts, seeing as it occupied and entire floor, alongside a small elevator that led up to her closet, which.. probably occupied another good half of what's above. You might think that having great taste and a bottomless pit of money would result in everything being lavish and expensive, but other than her bed, the make-up table, a small entertainment corner furnished with sofas and a large screen TV, and a couple of book shelves that held only a small number of knowledge-enhancing reading materials, there wasn't much else that's noteworthy. Then again, she's only been here for a few weeks, so of course the place wouldn't be complete just yet. The bathroom, however, was ridiculously huge. Aside from the humongous jacuzzi tub, she even had a hot-springs-like bath that allowed you to choose between a milk bath, a tea bath or a rosewater bath- and not to mention it was big enough to fit around 10 people simultaneously without it being overly cramped. Her showers were no joke either, and it even provided therapeutic water-massage treatments that served to relax your muscles after a long day of working. All in all, yes, this room was probably what most people dreamed of living in when they could finally afford their own place.

Not being overly sure if Tomomi was awake or not, and she wouldn't really be surprised if the girl wasn't, based on what they had done -and Wallace the bodyguard was probably busy cleaning up the remnants inside the limousine as we speak-  and the sheer fatigue that overcame them afterwards. She had asked her personal chef to prepare a lovely meal of spaghetti bolognese and a few bottles of chilled champagne. This was kind of like a welcoming party, after all, and even though they still had the endless boxes of cakes and cookies left, Fleur thought it'd be at better if they had a full fledged meal before consuming copious amounts of sugar. Though there might be a few gears loose inside the woman's head, she could still be compassionate if she wishes.