Recent content by Bri Valentia

The slap connected. It rang like it hurt... but the woman didn't budge. Instead, she smirked coldly, brown eyes glimmering amber. Sweet, with a hint of spice. Instead of commenting, she drew the back of her hand over her lips, then licked them suggestively. Ignoring the scaly brute that leaned...

The fact little Blueberry had balls wasn't surprising. She just had them in the wrong places. Bri gave a wicked smile at the woman slamming back shots just to come closer. It was cute, in a way. She even addressed her. How cute. Pidge. Like the name of a lap dog, a pretty little pet...

Brielle at least had to admit her date was a cute one. Though this would regrettably end in bloodshed one way or another, at least he had taste to dress well and be polite. A hungry, wolfish grin touched her lips staring up at Wolfgang, and sensing the flickers of fear in the Force, also saw the...

The lightsaber pieces were pieced together like jewelry over her body; as darkness filled the area, it pieced together, and brown eyes burned gold in the darkness. The man drew in a breath as though to shout something, and with a sibilant hiss the red blade was shoved violently through his chest...

Seeing Tac fangirl made her smirk broaden, brown eyes glimmering gold. "Careful you don't drool there too," she teased in a low purr, cocking a playful brow at the big man, before eyeing the Rodian. Preef. Well, he wasn't too bad looking she guessed, but it seemed he was hanging around some poor...

Crafting an illusion was no easy feat. There were cams here that would miss the illusion... cams that would speak of this tragedy that happened. While the guard stood slightly beside and behind her, her fingers twisted, weaving the illusion. She could feel the man's anxiety spike at the sudden...

A low chuckle vibrated out from her lips at both men, brown eyes glimmering in the low light as Tac set to work, Nero commenting and she eyed them both hungrily as the leather jacket unzipped, pushed down to her hips to reveal a tight dress tucked underneath, sheer dark blue hugging curves. As...

-Theme- A soft whine came from above. At first, it sounded like a swoop engine. Screaming in protest at the abuse to its' engine, it streaked through the air practically in freefall. Its' driver clung to the swoop almost as though molded to it; as it screeched towards the outdoor balcony, she...

After all that kark she had to swallow down, they honestly were just going to leave her? She watched Tacitus walk off, jaw tight, and when Nero did as well, she huffed out a sigh, accepting the kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, thanks," she scowled. "Good job, Bri. You did well Bri. Hey Bri...

There she was; the manager. It had been a short amount of time, but the woman moved with a brisk pace, frowning. "As you understand, no weapons in the vault," she spoke hurriedly, frowning. "Come with me, please." Annoyingly, Bri was scanned. And though there were raised brows at her odd...

She smirked at Tac's words, but they smoothed over into a stern nod as she sighed. "I'll open a safe deposit box," she answered calmly. "I assume that will be within the vault; along with this," she laid a credit chip on the desk. Seeing it, the woman's face paled. Ten thousand credits was a...

She had to say, there was an edge of anticipation there. Hunger. What they were doing now was small in comparison to what they planned on doing, but this was early stages yet; she wanted to have her way with both of them, but now wasn't the time nor the place. They had work to do. So saying...

Bri paused, cocking her head. Listening to Tac and Nero absolutely rattle this lazy, smirking neophyte was amusing on its' own, but she was growing bored of the exchange. "I will make a simple deposit," she spoke up quietly. The woman's eyes snapped to hers as some color returned to her...

She woke the dreamless sleep that the guiltless and the dead slept. Deep, undisturbed, without nightmares or care. However, at the slightest movement, the faintest change of breath she was awake. So many years used to waking up to pain by her Master, to torment and pain. Though her skin was...

Before her lips were parted from his throat, she nibbled and bit before pressing her lips over them, a possessive hunger sparking to life in her veins. Warmth sparked where his hand traveled from her hips on up her back, and she groaned low in her throat when her head was forced back, bowing her...