Emmaline and Robin share a room

“So fancy” Emmaline stretched the word out so she could luxuriate in every syllable, but Robin was already rushing on past her and into their suite.

It was, by far, not the nicest room Emmaline had ever stayed in. It paled in comparison to her childhood bedroom, much less the nicer guest rooms she had stayed in while visiting family friends. Still, it was nice.

Like the lobby down below, the hotel suite was a mixture of marble white and a faintly glittering purple and black. It was the same color as Narissa’s hair and tail, which was probably why she had decorated so much of her establishments with it, like the way a noblewoman might cover her estate in banners with her family crest. While Narissa’s gesture might have been marginally more subtle to the rest of the Bravos, Emmaline saw it for what it was: a would-be noblewoman staking claim on her territory

“A great big bunch of fluff,” Robin said. Emmaline looked up just in time to see the petite brunette standing over her bed, looking down over the poofy white comforter which covered it. She watched as Robin slowly tipped further and further forward until gravity caught her and tugged her face first into the aforementioned ‘bunch of fluff’. It poofed up around her like so much snow, burying Robin from sight as air surged into the fluffy fabric around her.

After a moment, it slowly began to deflate until Robin was revealed once again, hair first, then slowly each bit of her beaming freckled face from her ears to her nose, still buried in the fabric.

Emmaline stepped across the room in a few quick movements and bounced down next to her, butt first. This, of course, pumped the blanket full of air once again and Robin bounced up for a moment off of the bedspring before disappearing once more into the cloudy puff.

When it faded down this time, her cheek was resting against Emmaline’s thigh, her pale freckled skin against Emmaline’s tan.

Emmaline reached down, tucking loose strands of hair back into place behind her ears or weaving them back into her braid while Robin turned over on the bed to look up at her.

“It’s so amazing that there are places like the Nereid in the world, don’t you think?” Robin asked.

“I think so,” Emmaline agreed, then offered a sage nod. “Who knew there was so much water.”

“No, I meant with the beach! And all the people here are just having a good time!” the younger Bravo explained. “There’s no one fighting or trying to take advantage of one another. It’s just relaxation and fun and sunlight.”

As she spoke, Robin’s eyes drifted off of Emmaline’s face, slowly turning toward the pale ceiling where stone slabs fit together in a spiraling intersection of intricate masonry. Her eyes grew dreamy as she stared off into imagination.

Emmaline couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s a nice place. Lots of friendly faces…” she let her fingers trail off of the bed and over Robin’s side. Her nails traced over the soft, tender skin all the way up Robin’s taut stomach, sending a shiver through the other girl’s body that made Emmaline’s full, ruby lips curl in delight. “...and other equally friendly body parts.”

“Emmaline!” Robin admonished her, though Emmaline noted just how quickly that delightful flush had flooded her cheeks. Emmaline withdrew her hand and watched the way Emmaline’s body relaxed into the sheets. She seemed to think a moment, then shrugged. “You’re right though. It’s very friendly here. And very friendly.”

“That’s just because of how hot we all are,” Emmaline said. Robin smiled, then shook her head.

“I guess it is,” Robin said. “It is weird though. I know I’m still not used to it at least. Back in my village, well… I don’t remember anyone trying to do that sorta thing with me. Definitely not all the time, like it’s been since I joined the Bravos, at least.”

“I doubt that’s true,” Emmaline said. “You probably just didn’t notice.”

“That does sound like something I would do,” Robin agreed. “You’re probably used to it, though, huh?” Robin stuck a finger out, poking Emmaline in the breast lightly. “Any tips?”

“Hmm,” Emmaline made a bit of a show of pretending to think it over, crossing her arms so that her breasts squished together in the pitiful confines of her microbikini. “I think you should just have fun with it!”

“Right, of course,” Robin laughed.

“And stand up for yourself, and know when to say no. And if they don’t take no for an answer,” Emmaline flicked her thumb across the inside of her fingers like she was striking a match, curling her fingers in on themselves into a loose fist. At once, a small, flickering flame appeared over her thumbnail.

Robin nodded and watched the fire dance above Emmaline’s hand for a long moment. Then she let her head fall back onto the bed and let her eyes fall closed.

“Maybe we really should call it an early night like Robin said,” she mumbled. “I’m actually kind of tired.”

“Really? Tired? You?” Emmaline teased. “Well there’s a first time for everything.”

“Mhm,” Robin agreed without moving.

Maybe she was right though. Emmaline wasn’t really one to tuck in early, but it had been a long enough day. And after weeks and weeks of nonstop adventuring, chances to sleep in a proper bed were something to be savored. And chances to sleep in a bed as nice as the fluffy, bouncy, alabaster queen sized one waiting for her in this room… Well, maybe it was worth missing out on one night of partying.