Unwinding to the conversation in a lurid chatroom was not a normal form of decompression, but Motoko often found the conversation comforting, in a way. Most people liked sex and you could learn a lot about a person by the way they approached their 'baser' urges. This room in particular was interesting; a masquerade themed chat that allowed the inhibitions of the more reserved come alive under the person of the avatar chosen.

Her avatar had gone with the black, white and silver theme of the room. Pretty pale with bone straight black hair, dark eyes that shined under a domino mask made to suggest wings. Her dress was closer to a nightgown - thin straps at the shoulder, sheer and long enough to graze the floor. A male avatar, new to her , was in the room tonight and for a moment she regarded him before speaking.

QueenofNights: You look nervous