Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20150914042759

"Lower, lower, yes... God, more... harder... YES."

Despite being considered a professional, Azulius was no stranger to a job winding up worse than planned. One time, he and his team had been robbing a bank, only to learn that their vault door that needed drilled was in an open hallway, with windows to an opposite building. A building that soon filled with SDC sniper robots. The crew needed a bottle of bourbon each to calm down after that Charlie Foxtrot.

Right now, the problem was mainly a matter of stealth. Either the rabbit Faunus had set a trap for him, she was extremely sexually frustrated, even by prison standards, or maybe Azzie was just that good at massages. Either way, even though his hands had only touched her ears, anyone looking at her face would assume he was massaging somewere else entirely. Fortunately, the table he was sitting at was further away from the regular crowd of prisoners, but somebody who cared was bound to notice.

"I don't suppose I can ask ya to keep it down?" the heister asked pleadingly. "If we get found out, the massage train goes bye-bye.  And I bet you don't want that."

"Okay, I'm trying," she closed her eyes and tried to keep quiet. With a hint of nerves, Azulius looked at the giant clock overlooking the yard. They had agreed on fifteen minutes for the bar of Mistrali Extra Dark, and there were five minutes left. Azulius kept working, praying to any gods who were listening that he could get out of this without problems. The cloudy sky rumbled a bit, sounding almost like deep laughter.