It was an idyllic day, the sky was a light cheery blue, with only th eoccassional wisp of cloud, and the sun was high and beaming down a pleasant, all encompassing heat, which bathed the resort down below. The resort was filled with chatter, joyful children playing in the fine, nearly white sand, young couples wading in the crystal clear waters and leathery skinned pensioners, reclining in the shade of the palm trees, blowing slightly in a soft breeze. However, there was one person among the cro

Ty Lee knelt prone on the branch of a tall oaken tree in her tight fitting light red fire nation garb. She vaguely resembled a cat while hunting, her body and shoulders low, her eyes glared as she slowly brushed her chestnut coloured hair away from her eyes and her muscles tensed and ready to pounce.


It was dark out and a little chilly with a cool light breeze rustling through the woods. Alone in the cold dark knight was Ty Lee's prey, sitting down, hugging herself tightly next to a slow, dy

Ty Lee knelt prone on the branch of a tall oaken tree in her tight fitting light red fire nation garb. She vaguely resembled a cat while hunting, her body and shoulders low, her eyes glared as she slowly brushed her chestnut coloured hair away from her eyes and her muscles tensed and ready to pounce.


It was dark out and a little chilly with a cool light breeze rustling through the woods. Alone in the cold dark knight was Ty Lee's prey, sitting down, hugging herself tightly next to a slow, dy

A receptionist has just been hired at a massage parlour, and is going through the orientation, being told by a more senior member of staff how to do her job. It all goes well until she is brought to the wall, which has a number of photos, photos of people who are not allowed here anymore. The receptionist eyes are drawn to one picture in particular, a girl by the name of Alice Raen, not looking like the other stereotypical perverts. She had a nice soft, almost caring expression, lush long hair a

Gwen sat there, rather sullen, her head resting on her hand. She looked out at the gym; it was pretty much empty, with very few people. Still, you could tell it had been full, there had been a prom. There was the obligatory paper decorations and the stark metal chairs, draped in now stained, thin white cloth. Empty plastic cups, tinted red, surrounding the empty punch ball, the atrocious finger foods, largely untouched and becoming quite dangerous to eat.


Her tummy gave a large indignant rum

Gwen held her head in her hands with a frustrated look. She had to face the fact that she wasn't entirely satisfied. Why should she be, she was nearly naked, in a dingy changing room exhausted from trying to squeeze herself into an ungodly tight dress. She looked a the dress angrily, it had an extremely short dark blue skirt and a dark blue short sleeve top with bright yellow collars. Of course, there was the humiliating “Hello, My name is Gwen!” name tag. Still, she needed a job. It

Azula lay back on her throne with a sly smile on her face. She wriggled her bare toes which were currently being licked by her new prisoner, Suki. Azula was wearing her dark red, silk dressing gown and nothing more, her hair dark was loose and dangling behind her wistfully. Suki was wearing little more than rags, barely covering her body as she tried to avoid gazing at her cruel master's face. Suki held Azula's feet delicately, apprehensively running her tongue over and in between Azula's toes.