Meme for Baron

[Abra]

"Don't you ever knock?!"
Baron Tseng

[Baron Tseng]

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Random Number Generator picked: 8. Lying naked in front of a fan. The meeting with his fellow businessmen at the spa didn't exactly go smoothly. It wasn't so much the dealings between them, but what came after. They had been enjoying the heat outside by the pool, and unfortunately, when Baron moved to stand, someone tripped over a towel, and one thing led to another . . . landing Baron in the pool. The workers rushed towards him, clearly mortified by what had happened but there was no harm done. Still. They offered him a room to shower off and get a massage should he desire. Baron was going to opt out of the second option, but he was definitely going to take them up the first. He was escorted to one of their best areas, granting him the necessary privacy . . . or so he thought. He showered off the chlorine of the pool and stepped out of the shower, the heat hitting him immediately. It was so damn hot here that he already felt like he needed another shower. Fortunately, a fan to help the air circulate helped, as he moved to stand in front of him. He closed his eyes, using the towel to ruffle his hair as the rest of him just enjoyed the cool sensation over his now dry body. He wasn't even sure how soon the footsteps had entered, only that when he suddenly opened his eyes, he saw a figure. He abruptly lowered the towel to wrap around his hips to cover his lower region. "Do you ever knock?!" He exclaimed, his back turned to the intruder as he was hurrying to grab a robe. Tag Abra

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[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

Abra had seen what happened; Baron, the mafia boss, falling into the pool. And oh what a sight it had been; him falling into the water, them reaching for him, apologizing profusely, offering him a private room, a shower and even a massage. Her sides hurt from laughing so much and after she'd calm down, she'd followed him, intent on teasing him about his misfortune.

So, dressed in a masseuse outfit to better blend in, she made her way through the corridors, her presence not questioned, to the private room Baron was now occupying. Abra pushed open the door without hesitation, without knocking and then... she stood there dumbfounded... staring... at him as he hurried to wrap the towel around his hips.

She swallowed hard and smoothed her expression into something more neutral, so he wouldn't notice how taken aback she was. And then her mouth pulled into a smirk, her tongue licking her lips as a taunt played on her tongue and purposely eyed him up and down. "Would you have answered if you knew it was me?" she doubted he would have. It was more fun this way.

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[Baron Tseng]

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Of all the people . . . it just had to be Abra. And Baron knew it was no coincidence. Despite her attire, is the confidence in which she walked in with. The expression on her face. That smirk. Baron knew that with her especially, a towel would not suffice. He hurried to the back of the room to get a robe, clutching it and knowing in order to put it on, he had to walk to the bathroom which meant, he had to turn to face Abra again. He kept himself calm, taking a slow breath before turning to face her and keeping the distance between them. "No," he answered honestly, bluntly, without an ounce of apology in his tone. "And if they sent you to give me free massage, I respectfully decline the offer." No way in hell she was touching him. That dance they shared had involved plenty of touching. Simultaneously to his rejection, he made his way to the bathroom, being sure to shut the door while he quickly put the robe on and only when it was closed, did he unwrap the towel. "You're still there aren't you," he asked from behind the closed door, having a strong feeling she hadn't quite left yet, before opening the door to step out. Tag Abra

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[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

His mannerisms were terribly amusing, how he hurried to the back to the room, snatching up a robe that would offer more protection from her roaming hands and eyes, how he worked to stay calm when her presence would stir a myriad of emotions. And his words, agreeing that he wouldn't have opened the door for her, declined the massage if she was the one providing such a service, only enticed a chuckle from her lips.

Abra did not leave when he went into the bathroom to change. Baron was delusional if he thought she would. Instead she stepped further into the room, looking around slowly and taking not of what was inside while waiting for him to finish. "If you think I'm going to leave because you are hiding, you are very mistaken." She replied with a laugh, terribly amused but his naivety.

When the door to the bathroom opened she turned to face him, leaning against the masseuse's table that had been placed in the room in case he wanted that massage after all. Her mouth pulled into a smirk as she roved her gaze over him. A robe, of course. "Nervous, Baron?" Abra asked in a sweet voice, an innocent smile.

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[Baron Tseng]

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In all the amusement that Abra was experiencing . . . Baron held the exact opposite sentiment. She spoke of how he was mistaken if he thought she was going to leave. "I suppose me thinking you might leave, only encourages you to stay longer," he said with sarcasm, though there was of course truth to it. She seemed to be enjoying this situation a little too much. He didn't miss the way her eyes moved over him, and it caused him to casually cross his arms across his chest. He straightened his shoulders at her next question, tilting his chin up slightly. "No. Why would I be?" He questioned. "Were you planning on doing something to make me feel nervous?" It was only partly a rhetorical question. "Because I already told you, I don't need your hands on me." He paused for a moment, knowing how that sounded and the implications of it. "For a massage," he quickly clarified. Tag Abra

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[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

Perhaps he hadn't meant the words to sound like a challenge, but that was how they were received. Her arms unfolded to dangle loosely at her sides, her lips pulling into a dangerous smile, her hips swaying with purpose as she took the first steps toward him. Her strides were slow and made with forethought, taken to prevent his escape, to force his back to the wall.

"So, what you are saying..." Abra hummed with amusement before coming to a standstill in front of him. One of her hands rose to gently strong the sash keeping his rove shut. There was a devilish idea in her mind to pull open it, to strip him of his clothes, and his doubts, but she was certain he would not appreciate that.

"Is that you don't need my hands on you, but you want them on you for something more than a message..." Abra finished, looking up at him with a wink and a sweet smile. She'd forgotten why she'd come to see him in the first place, her focus was entirely upon teasing him... again.

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