The talk

They looked deep into each others eyes, frozen in their places. Then Victoria continued walking towards the bed with the platter. She noticed Emma couldn't help but sneak a peek at her body and outfit, drawing a small smile from her lips. She sat the platter down on the bed, and climbed in. She went on to sit opposing Emma with her feet crossed. 'So how, did you sleep?', she casually asked. 'Oh fine', Emma said. After quite a pause she suddenly said: 'So... guess we need to talk this through, don't we?' 'I guess so. Well, you better get that hat off and get comfortable, because this will be a long story'. Emma did as she told her to and they went on to lay next to each other, shoulder to shoulder. Their bare legs would have been touching, if it hadn't been for Emma, who had closed the coat's clasps to encase herself in the fur's comfort, looking for assurance. They both looked up to the ceiling, from where an enormous crystal chandelier was hanging.

'I got hooked on furs a year and a half ago. My sister had bought this lynx jacket and she wanted me to wear it, just for one time. I complied, but I never guessed it would have such a great effect on me. I couldn't get enough of the look, the weight, but most of all, the feeling it gave. I not only got aroused beyond believe, I felt powerful as never before, like I could take on the entire world. I wanted it to be mine, but I couldn't ask to borrow it, nor did I even dare to buy such a coat. So one day, when my sister was out of town, I went to her place and put it on again. I got extremely aroused, just out of nowhere, looking at myself wearing that coat in the mirror. So I spent the entire day getting myself off with it. It was so powerful I didn't even realize I had ruined the coat. When I noticed, I panicked, so I went to the nearest furrier to buy a new one. That is how I met mister Cannavaro. I left the store that day with not only an exact copy of the lynx jacket, but eight others coats, four spreads and two pillows. From that moment on, I started expanding my collection. It became my life, my only true passion. But after a year of collecting, I realized this wasn't what I wanted. I couldn't spend the rest of my life alone with my furs. So I started dating, you know about that of course, I kept you posted. It was during that time, I discovered I was bisexual. I never actually got it on with a woman, but they were present in my fantasies and I stared after them in bars. However, non of my potential lovers were even a little bit interested in fur, so I gave up. Until two months ago, you came into the picture, Emma. I would have never thought I would fall in love with my best childhood friend, but I did none the less. I couldn't stop thinking about you and me, and over time I started accepting it. I of course knew what you thought of fur, but the day before yesterday, something broke inside of me. The resistance was gone. So, I got the two coats, put one on, and waited for you to come to my house. I was so nervous, you wouldn't believe. When I paraded with the fur in front of you, I was hoping for a positive response. However, you seemed dimmed, so I lost all hope for my story to end well. Until, the next day, I got a call from Ricardo, telling me Emma Watson had left the shop in a hurry, clad in her silver fox. So, I immediately made my conclusions, and knew the only thing I could do was to welcome you with more fur, letting you know it was okay. I did not anticipate on the nudity part, however. Emma, last night was the best night I have ever had, and I do not regret a single moment. I hope you feel the same way.'