Make-ing It All Up | Murad & Dottie
‘Your bone structure is nice’, was what the woman from behind the stage at the last rehearsal had said. Dottie, the Mistress who had given Murad the rather strange but apt and flattering compliment had also asked if the Dark Elf would be willing to swing by her place and be used for make-up practice. To which the Dark Elf agreed. Granted, he wasn’t entirely sure he had a choice, as her tone suggested otherwise, she was a Mistress, he was a slave, and as stunning as she was, the singer and actor found it pretty difficult to say no.
So that’s why Murad was stepping up to the address Dottie had given him, dressed in a pair of slim jeans, a freshly clean black t-shirt, and a botanical print black silk bomber jacket. Knocking on the door, the slave stepped back and waited patiently for the other to open the door up.
He was curious to see how this would go, as he imagined the studio would have worked well enough, but considering her aptitude for make-up, she likely had a set up she preferred at her own place. Tilting his head he was wondering if maybe this was one of those tricks people kept warning him about, where Mistresses and Masters would pull a slave in and then just abuse them. If so, that could be worrisome, but also entertaining. And if not, if it were true, could also be fun. Murad loved exploring, loved having new experiences, and frankly was just happy not to be bored out of his mind in the dorms.
Dottie had been enjoying herself more and more as she was hear. There were so many cute and pretty things to play with around her. The fae had been warming up and settling into things. And as such she had set her sights on that attractive Elf she had run across backstage. His striking features were something else. And while she did like the idea of carving out his jawline, she also thought being close to him alone might be a world of fun.
Dottie heard a knock at the door. The fae was dressed in a tight fitting pink dress. Her hair pinned back around her face so her soft blue eyes seemed more angelic and innocent. She did always love playing innocent. At first anyways. She trotted over to the front door. Pulling it open she gave a sly little smile.
“Hi,” she said as she looked him over his outfit made him seem effortlessly cool. “You look nice,” she complimented softly as she ushered him in before closing the door behind him. Dottie took a moment to read his features, studying the suspicious look in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” she reached up moving a bit of his hair from her eyes with her fingertips. “I just want to practice my painting skills. Promise,” she withdrew her hand, holding up her little finger for a pinky promise.
