Mistress Cara of the Mord'Sith
Who Needs "The Force" When You Have An Agiel?
October 1st, 2011 
wrongkindofsith: (Weight so great it'll crush you down)
Like usual, Cara had avoided the picnic. Instead she went running in the preserve until she was almost too tired to lift her feet enough to climb the stairs back up to her room.

Unlike usual, she locked the door behind her before she pulled off her boots and gloves, and started unlacing her leathers. It was hardly a secure barricade, but at least it would prevent a repeat of any unwelcome surprises.

[ooc: for two.]
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