For kinktober, I'd love to request Roleplaying and Praise kink rolled into one for Harry x fRyder pretty please!
Kinktober 2024 Day 10
Callgirl
I HAD A BLAST WITH THIS PROMPT AND FINISHED IT BACK IN FEBRUARY. I have been sitting on it for months until it was time and I can finally share it!
Marlo has had this secret roleplay fantasy floating around her head forever and finally gets a chance to try it out with Harry when he makes his way to Kadara…AO3
My prompt list can be found here.
Tags: Roleplaying, Dirty Talk, Strangers in a Bar, Concealed Identity
Marlo caught sight of her reflection in the darkened glass of the door of Kralla’s Song and smiled. She’d spent all day getting ready for this—including spending the first part of the morning dyeing the light pink ends of her hair back to her natural dark brown color, diffusing and styling it. She was even wearing contacts to disguise her eye color, so if anyone recognized her as the Pathfinder, she’d be very impressed…and maybe a little miffed that they were looking at her face, which would mean the dress wasn’t doing its job of highlighting her body. She had forgone her usual pinks, both in her outfit and her lipstick, and donned a pair of red velvet elbow length gloves and matching dress that stopped mid-calf and flared at the knee with a built in choker and cutouts at her hips that showed off her tattoo and at her breasts, leaving her cleavage barely covered. Several chains draped across each hip as well as the space in between, across her cleavage and over her bare shoulders. She had a red rose brooch pinned between her breasts to draw attention, and a pair of strappy red heels completed the look.
Harry wasn’t going to know what hit him.
Marlo squared her shoulders, bringing herself up to her full height, a few of the bar patrons turning to look at her as she passed, ogling her, her dress making her stick out like a sore thumb among this crowd. She felt beautiful and powerful and wanted—the lust in several eyes was a massive ego boost, but Harry was her singular focus. He was sitting at the bar, dressed to the nines in a deep blue three piece suit, drumming his fingers against the sleek bar top and nursing what she could only assume was a scotch and water—his drink of choice. Her gaze roved over his body, taking it all in and eyeing him hungrily; she’d never seen him in a suit or a tie before, and he looked downright delicious as she sauntered towards him.
“Mr. Carlyle?”
It was a little odd not to hear ‘Dr.’ before his last name—he’d worked hard for that title and usually preferred people to use it, but from Marlo’s lips, he found he didn’t mind. Harry turned from the bar and swore under his breath, gripping his glass so hard his knuckles turned white before downing the remaining alcohol in one swig. His gaze flicked down her body, lingering on every inch of her exposed skin, undressing her with his eyes, and she flushed a little under his intensity. She leaned a little closer, watching him from under her dark lashes, Harry inhaling sharply and catching a whiff of the floral perfume she’d donned for the occasion. The little tease. She knew exactly what she was doing and it was going to be a miracle if he could wait until he escorted her back to his rented room to have his way with her.
“That’s right. What’s your poison, love?”
“Just water.”
Harry’s eyes darkened as he slid his untouched glass of water towards her. “Trying to keep your wits about you?”
“I get the feeling I should around you.” Marlo teased, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a sip before placing it back on the bar, making him chuckle before she traced a slender finger around the rim, Harry suddenly wishing that he was the glass she was fondling.
He turned towards her on his stool, green eyes darkening with desire.
“Am I going to get a little preview of the merchandise?” His voice was husky as he held up a finger and motioned for her to spin for him.
She gazed at him through her lashes before she spun slowly on her heels, letting him see all her angles, even swinging her hips for added effect and soliciting a low growl from Harry as he watched her. So many eyes, not just Harry’s, were on her, watching her every move and a thrill rocketed down her spine as she caught flashes of admiration and envy—though if that was for her or Harry, she wasn’t sure—but most of all she saw pure and unfiltered lust. She looked over her shoulder at him and smirked as she saw his hand clench and unclench on his knee, knowing full well he wanted to claim her right there in front of everyone—bend her over the bar and make sure each and every patron in Kralla’s Song knew she was his. Heat surged through her body, wetness pooling between her legs at the thought of him holding her down against the bar top, pushing her skirt up and exposing her before pounding his cock into her pussy with the entire bar watching them. She shifted her stance, squeezing her legs together as she turned back around, already so wound up and he hadn't even touched her yet.
“Am I to your taste, Mr. Carlyle?”
“You inspire tastes I didn’t even know I had. Now come here and sit on my lap, baby. Let me enjoy this dress before I take it off you.”
One hand came down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer and away from prying eyes, the other picking up the forgotten water glass, Harry sipping the drink lazily as Marlo perched herself on his thighs, the bar at her back and his thumb drawing circles on her bare hip, fingers dipping ever so slightly below the seam of the cutout at her hip. She wiggled on his lap trying for more friction to ease the ache in her core, his arms closing around her to still her movements, the action bringing his growing erection flush up against her. Marlo’s eyes fluttered shut as he grazed his teeth along the ridge of her ear, making her moan quietly.
“You realize that with this gorgeous body of yours, you’re going to make it hard to be a gentleman.” Harry groaned, cock straining against his slacks.
“You’re not paying me to be a gentleman and I don’t want you to be. If you want to treat me like your plaything, or like I’m just a hole to be used for your pleasure, that’s your prerogative. You bought the best, Mr. Carlyle and I’m here to please you, whatever you want.”
He tilted his head to whisper in her ear, his breath soft against her skin. “That’s a good girl. They’ve trained you well.”
Marlo felt herself flush at his praise, arousal shooting straight to her core—Harry using her praise kink to his advantage. His gaze fell to the swell of her breasts, her nipples hardening at the attention, body ready and eager to please him. When she’d originally come to him with this fantasy scenario of hers—she hadn’t been able to figure out a way to make it happen on the Nexus, without flushing Harry’s reputation down the toilet, which she absolutely didn’t want to do…so when Harry had messaged her that he’d be doing a supply drop for Dr. Nakamoto on Kadara, she’d seized upon the opportunity. He took another swig of water before picking her up with ease and setting her on feet on the floor, needing to get her upstairs to his rented room as soon as humanly possible. Harry stood abruptly, escorting her from the bar with his hand on her ass.
All eyes were turned in their direction and a thrill rocketed down her spine.
They barely made it to his room before he caught her lips in a possessive kiss, his hands roaming all over her body as he pressed her against the door, the bulge of his erection grinding against her and making her moan.
Harry growled low in his throat at the sound and hooked his fingers around one of the chains at her hip, giving it a gentle tug. “You and these body chains are going to be the death of me—now take this fucking dress off. I’m paying for naked.”
Marlo smiled at him as he stepped back and shrugged off his jacket, loosening the knot of his tie and watching her intensely as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her dress and lowered them down her arms. Harry undid the first three buttons of his shirt, sucking in a breath when the fabric cleared her breasts, exposing them to his gaze as she shimmied her hips to let the dress pool around her ankles before stepping out of it, standing before him in nothing but her gloves and a pair of strappy red high heels. She put her hands behind her back, pushing her chest out as she glanced at him from under her lashes, her mouth going dry at the sight before her; his tie was hanging open around his neck with the first three buttons on his shirt undone, muscles flexing as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows, making her bite her lip to keep from swooning.
He stalked towards her as he reached up and grabbed one end of his tie, whipping it off his neck and wrapping some of the fabric around his hand, making Marlo shiver in anticipation, a part of her hoping he was about to bind her hands with his tie and have his way with her. He trailed the silk down her arms, one hand encircling her waist and pulling her against his body, rocking the bulge of his erection against her hip. Teasing fingers probed between her legs, ghosting over her and finding her sopping wet with desire, but instead of touching her like her body was begging for, she felt him dragging the silken fabric of his tie through her dripping folds, skating it back and forth against her clit. A wanton moan escaped her, hips shifting against the fabric and angling for friction. A squelching sound echoed through the room, her eyes falling shut as he toyed with her, the friction of the cloth against her clit pushing her towards the edge of mindless oblivion.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take your pleasure. Get yourself off on my tie—it was expensive but I’m fine ruining it in this perfect pussy.” Harry purred in her ear. “You’re going to be worth every credit, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Mr. Carlyle.” She breathed, rocking her pelvis forward.
“Such a good little whore they sent me. So gorgeous and eager to please.”
Every accolade he growled at her, made her wetter, drenched in her own arousal and his tie making a mess of her—the heat in Harry’s eyes as he watched her move, watched every shift of her hips, only served to rile her up more, and he knew it. He bent his head and sucked her earlobe as she clutched his shoulder, trying to steady herself as her breathing grew ragged. Harry smiled as his eyes flicked up and down her body, following the clench of every one of her muscles and making her flush under his gaze as she came. He released his grip on his tie, the fabric falling to the floor and she shuddered at the loss of friction, her mouth opening slightly on a moan. Harry cupped her chin with his free hand, turning her head so their lips were a hair’s breadth away from each other as he rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. She was so fucking beautiful and his dick gave a heady throb as Marlo sucked the tip of his thumb between her red lips, breasts heaving from that quick and thorough orgasm.
“You’ve got such a pretty mouth; I bet it would look so sexy wrapped around my cock. Would you like that, baby? To suck me off before I sink into this greedy pussy?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.” She panted, shooting him a downright wicked grin even as she struggled to get her breath back. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She brought her hand to her mouth, catching the finger of her glove in her teeth, tugging it off before peeling the other one down her arm and tossing both of them aside as she sank to her knees in front of him, deft hands working at his belt. Pressing a kiss to the bulge of his erection, she dipped the first finger of each hand underneath his waistband to undo the button of his slacks, before dragging the zipper down with agonizing slowness, his dick giving an eager throb as she bared him to her gaze. Marlo sat back on her heels and licked her lips as she took him in—it didn’t matter how many times she’d gotten him naked, she was always impressed with the sheer size of him. Harry's eyes flashed as she cupped his ass before pushing his pants off his hips and down his legs, manicured nails gently raking over his muscles. His cock was stiff and throbbing, a drop of white precum beaded at the tip and she glanced up at him, winking as she caught his eye, arousal streaking through him when she leaned forward and pressed a teasing kiss to his slit, lapping at the drop before it could drip down.
She nibbled down the soft skin on the underside of his shaft, where it curved up towards his stomach, his cock pulsing against her lips and hips jerking as she trailed the tip of her tongue along his sac, toying with his balls, and sucking them gently. Harry groaned and swore quietly under his breath as Marlo’s tongue snaked out from between her lips to tease him, before she finally took him in hand. He let out a deep growl, sending a shiver down her spine and it made her feel powerful that she could make him feel like that. Gentle fingers traced along the veins snaking around his erection, the skin on skin contact making his breath hitch. Her hand curled around him, gripping his shaft as her tongue glided from base to crown and circled around the head of his dick, her hand squeezing his cock as she pumped him slowly, hand gliding smoothly over his crown before pushing back down to the base. Red lips opened to take his tip into her mouth, sucking hard and he gasped, hips jerking forward as his fingers wound into her long, dark brown hair, pulling her head back slightly so he could look her in the eyes as she sucked his cock.
“Touch yourself as I fuck your mouth. But I’ll pay extra if you don’t let yourself finish until I’m inside you—I want you to come on my dick. I want to feel that pussy milk my cock.”
She gazed at him from under her lashes, a smirk on her face as she curled her fingers, nails gently scraping his thigh muscles before cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. Using her right hand to stroke him gently, her tongue danced across his crown, before she opened her mouth and took him all the way to the hilt, deep into her wicked little mouth. Her finger delved between her thighs, dragging her fingertip through her folds and circling her clit lazily, Harry’s breath hitching as his nostrils flared. The sounds he made only served as an aphrodisiac, spurring her on and she winked up at him as she savored him. She dipped one finger inside herself then another, a moan escaping her lips as she pumped her fingers in and out, panting, the corners of his lips twisting up into a smile. The hand curled in her hair tightened its grip as she swallowed around his tip, Marlo humming as she sucked hard, the rolling motion massaging the skin on his shaft before releasing him. The tension inside her wound higher, as she rubbed her swollen clit fast and hard, seeking her release and he swore under his breath, entranced, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward.
His hand fisted in her locks held her head still, sending his engorged shaft deeper into her mouth, Marlo letting him use her mouth to take his pleasure; he wasn’t gentle with her and she was just fine with that. She moaned around his cock, her fingers stilling before she toppled over the edge of ecstasy, as he’d requested. Harry tensed and pulled back, her lips leaving his crown with a pop, her eyes meeting his as she licked her lips. He growled at the sight, not ready to finish just yet—though if Marlo had her way, he’d be gasping for air as he finished in her mouth. He cupped her chin, drawing her up off her knees, the gentleness after the way he’d just used her mouth surprising her. Picking her up with ease, he carried her over to the sofa, depositing her on the cushions and climbing after her, his perfect fingers trailing up her legs, spreading them gently and baring her glistening pussy to his appreciative gaze.
“Beautiful…” Harry muttered as he settled himself between her thighs, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips, sucking her fingers clean of her juices.
He draped her legs about his hips, the tip of his throbbing erection nudging against her entrance as Harry took himself in hand and gave his cock a few quick strokes before rubbing it back and forth through her slick folds. He sank into her with a groan, Marlo’s arms immediately encircling him, nails raking down his back as he thrust forward, her walls clamping tightly around his dick as she melted into his touch. His hips rocked into hers, her breasts brushing his chest and her soft hands cupping his ass and pulling him deeper within her. He bent his head, grazing a taut nipple with his teeth as he thrust forward, her walls clenching around his shaft as he pulled back, only the first inch of his cock still inside her, before he snapped his hips forward, surging into her, her body eagerly accepting all of him as he buried himself to the hilt once more.
“You take my dick so well. If you keep this up, baby, I’ll be a repeat customer for life and I’ll spoil you if you keep this pretty pussy hungry for my cock whenever I ask.”
“Whatever pleases you, Mr. Carlyle.” She panted. “I’ll clear my schedule for you whenever you desire.”
“Such a good little slut. I bet you’d do anything I asked, just to keep me working this snug little pussy with my cock.” He growled as he pounded into her, Marlo’s body recoiling under the raw power of each thrust.
“Yes…” She breathed and he smiled down at her.
A broken gasp dripped from her lips as he pulled back and rocked forward, their rhythm getting faster as they both teetered at the brink of ecstasy, unable to last much longer. Harry pressed his thumb to her clit, making her whimper and buck her hips against him, her pussy fluttering around his cock as she came, walls closing tightly around his dick. He thrust forward. Once. Twice. Her insides stretched to accommodate him as he fucked her, the rhythm of his hips erratic as he rocked his erection against the roll of her hips. His hands ghosted over her breasts, touches frantic as a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. Need crashed over him, breaking into a tidal wave of ecstasy as he orgasmed, following her over the edge with a shudder, his body slumping against hers and together they collapsed onto the cushions, bodies and limbs entangled as they breathed hard, trying to come down from the high. Harry stroked a gentle hand down her arm, his cock twitching inside her as she snuggled into him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“You had a strange look in your eyes when you first saw me at the bar tonight.” She he was no longer his whore for the night, but Marlo again. “Can you tell me what was wrong?”
“You mean wanting to fuck you on that bar top while everyone watched?” He teased, rubbing his hand up and down her bare arm.
“Harry.”
He sighed as he went up on his elbows to look at her. “Your eyes.”
“My—oh.”
She couldn’t bring herself to extricate herself from his embrace, perfectly happy to keep him buried deep inside her forever, so she reached out with her biotics to pull her bag closer, locating the contact removal tool’s pouch, trying not to get distracted when he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. She turned her head and popped the contacts out, putting everything away carefully, as Harry cupped her cheek and brought her back to face him, smiling and lovingly gazing down at her before his mouth caught hers in a kiss that was sweet as sugar. He brushed some hair out of her face, curling the offending lock around his finger and pressing his lips against the strands as he rolled his hips and felt a reaction where they were still joined. Marlo moaned and wiggled her hips as he circled one finger slowly around her clit; she was overstimulated but wanted more. His touch just felt so good.
“You know, I kind of miss the pink…”
Marlo laughed as she draped her arms about his neck. “Oh, I’m sure it will make a reappearance eventually; it is my favorite color, after all. But we can talk about that later—right now, I need you to fuck me.”
Harry chuckled and bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he snapped his hips forward to be rewarded with a little gasp and moan of pleasure. “I think that can be arranged. Now be a good girl and hold on tight.”
Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades as he thrust forward again and he was sure she was going to leave marks, but he couldn’t be pressed to care…
I’m looking for a dramione fic where Voldemort wins, the order wear these chokers that change their physical appearance. Hermione wears one and is mistaken for a working girl and is brought to Draco. He assumes she is just acting demure but finds out it isn’t act and wants her to move into the manor with him. He offers to give her a stipend which funds the order. Eventually the order wins but Hermione is pregnant because the manor sensed Draco was in trouble
...but not quite. And you know what that means? Noncon.
The backstory here is pretty much just fap-fodder, Alpha Dave wants to get in his sister's pants but without the obvious repercussions, so he disguises himself and follows her out on a walk.
I adore the time just after sunset when the light is mildly green and the horizon rosy, summertime in Finland has that look for a while. I actually enjoyed painting this, I usually have so many difficulties with digital medium, but now I think I found my groove.
Hero and Villain have to wear wigs/masks to conceal their identity. They both manage to reveal their hair during a fight and they both have wild, crazy-colored hair. Neither of them can take each other seriously after the fact.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
by tricksterity
In the depths of the Crystal of Neahtid, Merlin sees the resurrection of Lord Voldemort, an event that will tip the balance of the world so far out that only he has the power to intervene and set it right, or stop it from ever happening. For that, he'll have to pose as a student and attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The only problem is, he's been chosen instead of Cedric Diggory as a Triwizard Champion, and there's a recently reborn Arthur Pendragon in Gryffindor House.
Charles picked the boy up by his collar and pulled him away from the crew. He couldn’t be more than sixteen and looked as though he hadn’t had a decent meal in his entire life. Bruises and cuts in different stages of healing littered his skin. That in itself was a common sight for sailors, but it was the purple bruise shaped like a large hand on the boy’s throat that turned Charles’ stomach.
The boy didn’t give the slightest resistance at Charles’ manhandling. He kept his eyes and head downcast the whole walk.
On the Iron Dragon, George surveyed as his men transferred the goods to their ship. His brow quirked as Charles dropped onto the ship's deck holding a cabin boy by the collar of his shirt.
“An odd quarry, Charles,” George said. “Do you intend to store it with the other crates?”
“I have a request, Captain,” Charles said.
George looked over the boy once more. Glancing around the ship, he noted others had taken notice of their exchange, though they pretended to be absorbed in the task at hand.
“I think we had better speak of this privately,” George said before leading the way to his quarters.
George closed the door once Charles and the boy were inside.
“You may have a seat,” George said to the cabin boy. With a gentle nudge from Charles, the boy shuffled over and dropped into the simple chair in front of George’s desk. He was rail-thin and sluggish. His eyes never lifted from the floor in front of him.
George retrieved the remains of his breakfast, dry bread and cheese, where it rested on the table closest to the window. He had wrapped the food in a kerchief to keep for later, but seeing the boy in such a shape curbed his appetite.
“It’s barely palatable, but you should eat,” George dropped the bundle on the desk in front of the boy. His thin shoulders tensed in surprise, but the hesitation was momentary. He dug into the rations. George poured a cup of water for the boy as well and then turned his full attention to Charles.
“So, I take it your request involves this boy?”
“Yes, Captain,” Charles answered. He jostled from one foot to the other nervously, but looked George in the eye.
“I’d like to take him with us,” Charles said. “They’ve beat him black and blue, and he’s close to starving. I’ll never sleep well knowing we left such a young lad with those brutes.”
George sighed. He looked once more at the bruises staining the boy’s neck and arms. The food was nearly gone by now, and the boy’s shaking hands reached for the cup of water.
“Charlie, you’re asking me to add one more mouth to feed on this ship.”
“Which is why I won’t be taking my cut of this bounty,” Charles said. “I figure in a couple of days the boy will be strong enough to begin earning his keep. I’ll teach him the simpler jobs myself.”
“We can’t take on every stray.”
Charles’ disappointed eyes dropped away from the Captain’s. He knew it was true. But the boy wouldn’t last much longer on that ship.
“He reminds you of Johnny,” George said, seeing through his friend as usual.
“Aye,” Charles answered softly. His son would be about the same age if the fever hadn’t taken him. He imagined Johnny would’ve been taller than this boy, but their hair and eyes were similar. “My boy would never forgive me for ignoring someone that I could save, George.”
George sighed heavily again. He wanted to be callous and selfish and put his crew’s needs above one miserable being. Unfortunately, George had spent his career surrounding himself with men more upstanding than himself.
“If you really feel this strongly, I can’t deny you. But there will be complications,” George warned.
Charles exhaled in relief.
“At worst, I’m sure I can find him a decent job in the next harbor,” Charles said.
“Perhaps,” George hummed. He turned his attention back to the boy. With his appetite temporarily sated, he sat quietly staring at the floor once more.
“Is that agreeable to you?” George asked crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
The boy’s eyes shifted in his direction, but never raised to meet the captain’s gaze. After only a short deliberation, his head nodded.
“Thank you, Captain,” Charles said with a grin.
“Don’t thank me yet,” George said. “I intend to hold you to your word.” He walked over to a small cabinet beside the desk and pulled out a bottle of amber liquor. Methodically, he poured a single glass, restoppered the bottle, and walked, glass in hand, to Charles’ side.
“What’s your name?” George asked their new crewmember.
“He doesn’t speak,” Charles answered in his stead. “The crew had him working at small tasks, but they say the boy is dumb and a mute.”
George’s brow raised, and he looked over the cabin boy with renewed interest.
“I doubt she is any of those things,” George said with certainty.
The cabin boy’s whole body tensed.
“She? What are you…” Charles’ words trailed off at the pitying look the captain gave him. Charles studied his charge again, then his eyes darted back to George before squinting once more at the seated figure.
“Good lord,” Charles groaned. George silently handed over the glass of strong brandy to his friend.
“If it makes you feel any better, she fooled everyone else too,” George patted him on the shoulder.
While Charles knocked back the drink, George stepped closer to the young woman.
For the first time, her wide green eyes met his. Her hands trembled, but the rest of her sat as still as a rabbit catching the scent of a wolf. George held up both hands, palm forward.
“I know you have no reason to trust us,” George addressed her calmly, “but I take pride in running a crew of the most honorable brigands to ever sail these waters. You have my word that none of them will harm you.”
She didn’t look convinced as her eyes darted from him to the window to the door and back again.
“And what’s more, I intend to honor our deal. You may remain on this ship as long as you wish or leave as you choose. Have you any objections, Charles?”
“You’ve made an old fool of me,” Charles chuckled, “but my offer still stands. Our captain is the best man I’ve ever known. The crew of the Iron Dragon might be foolhardy, but they’re a good bunch. No doubt you know your way around a ship, and you’re obviously clever. I had intended to care for you as I would my own son, but…”
Charles shrugged with a fond smile.
“I never was blessed with a daughter.”
The girl’s breathing had calmed somewhat, and her gaze shifted less to the door. She gulped.
“Why?” she asked them. “Why would you help me?”
“Because it’s the decent thing to do?” Charles shrugged.
The girl scowled skeptically.
“Have you ever heard the story of Saint George?” the captain asked her. She shook her head slowly.
“It’s a good tale. I’ll tell it to you some day if you like. Saint George was a knight. He lived by a code of honor. My men and I do the same.”
“You’re pirates.”
“Well, yes, but only because those we steal from lack chivalry. I’m sure you noticed that in your former crew. They are the ones who gave you those bruises, I assume?”
She ran a hand gently across her neck.
“I’ve had worse,” she murmured.
“Well, not on my ship,” George said. “If you have any trouble from any member of the Dragon’s crew, you come to Charles or myself. We’ll sort it.”
She still looked uncertain but nodded.
“So, you’ll have food and a place on this ship. Charles will assign you duties when you’re strong enough. And you’re welcome to leave at the next port, if you choose.
“But I will insist on two things. One, if you’re to stay on this ship, you will be treated as any other member of my crew. You’ll carry out your duties, and you’ll obey my orders. And two, I’ll not lie to my crew. They need to know our new mate is a woman. Feel free to dress as you choose or conceal your identity with other crews but not mine. We all need to be able to trust each other. Agreed?”
George put out his right hand to her. She looked him over, deciding whether to trust him. Finally, she took his hand with her own. A brief shake and all was settled.
“Excellent! So, what do we call you?” Charles asked.
“Emerie,” she said.
“Welcome to the Iron Dragon, Emerie,” George said.
A pleasant chill ran down her spine. It seemed fortune was on her side for once.
Have you noticed that even those people who are shy and reserved in real life, who tend to abstain from engaging in a debate, happen to actively voice their opinions on the web?
How many “anonymous” comments have you seen recently? Were they harsh, judgemental and maybe even cruel? Probably. At least much more so compared to the ones voiced out loud, in real life.
