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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 23rd – April 18th

Pierce Pressure

“You have to do it, Yhesy! Everyone at school has the piercing.”
Jessie may be my bestie, but at times like this her whiny pleas can really grate on my last nerve. She is the one from the good family and she’s the one pressuring me to bow to peer pressure. Go figure.

It’s Friday afternoon and a half school day, otherwise I would not have let Jessie drag me downtown to a questionable looking tattoo parlor. She’s the one who brought me here. I live not far from here, but even I have never been to this area. Go figure.

It’s not like I am a prude or a snob. My wardrobe runs to the punk/goth side, where Jessie is the preppie cheerleader. I doubt Jessie has ever been downtown in her life, since her family has a huge house on the upper east side. Go figure.

People look at us and whisper that I am the bad influence because I dress differently and my naturally blond hair has dark purple streaks. I am the one getting straight A’s in school and tutoring Jessie in nearly every class so she doesn’t flunk out. Go figure.

Now it is Jessie who is nervous as her fingernails dig into my arm when we walk into the ship. Despite the questionable neighborhood, the shop is clean, well lit and organized. The two guys inside exchange a look as we walk in. I can just imagine what they are thinking about this odd couple. Go figure.

“How can we help you, ladies,” the guy at the far end of the shop asks. He is shirtless and has the most amazing tattoos, but it’s his piercings that have my attention. Though I may still be considered jail bait at 17, I can appreciate a good looking guy a couple years older. Go figure.

“My … my … my friend wants her ear pierced,” Jessie stutters. Yes, the cheerleaders of Walt Whitman High School think more than one ear piercing is edgy and why they all have one extra piercing; all filled with a shiny and expensive diamond stud. Go figure.

The guy closer to the door barks out a laugh while the hottie just shakes his head and leans back in his chair. “That’s what mall jewelry shops are for, little girl. Besides, I don’t work on underage kids. It’s the law.”

“I’m 18,” I say as I step closer, “and I want that piercing.” I point to a picture on the wall of a three spike piercing along the length of a nose. I have secretly longed for such a piercing, but would never admit it out loud. Took Jessie’s whining to join the ‘in crowd’ to take the next step. Go figure.

I hand the guy my driver’s while I continue to stare at the piercing with longing. I ignore Jessie’s whispered protests in my ear and the tug on my arm to move me toward the door. Sure, she wanted me to follow the latest trend, but never expected me to take her ‘pierce pressure’ to a completely different level. Go figure.

“This says your 17, sweetheart,” Mr. McHottie says as he hands back my I.D. I also notice he gives me a very thorough appraisal from head-to-toe that makes me tingle all over. I did a little looking of my own and noticed the advanced online college course on his laptop. Sexy and smart all rolled up in a yummy looking package in a out of the way tattoo place. Go figure.

“My birthday is Sunday,” I admit as I put my I.D. in my pocket. “What’s a day or two? I am here now.”

“A day or two is the difference between my loosing my license and not, sweetheart. If you still want the piercing, come back on Sunday and I will do it for free. We’ll call it a birthday present.”

“I’ll be here Sunday,” I say with confidence and a quirk of a smile. “And my name is Yhesy, sweetheart.” Maybe Jessie’s little push turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Free piercing and another look at hotstuff in tight jeans. Go figure.

“Mine’s Kieran,” he say as he holds out is hand to me. As I take it, I feel the electricity pass between us. Oh, yes, this will be a very memorable 18th birthday.

Go figure.

Sizes: unrigged – unisex // mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Metals (various show/hide options for all kind of different parts)
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Engie Room // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ Engine Room // March 20th – April 20th

What To Wear? What To Wear?

It’s another bright, new day in Hornet City. Well, maybe bright, if it weren’t for the heavy layer of smog that hung over the city like a shroud. Decade after decade of mechanisms spewing caustic smoke into the air and everything is permanently marked with soot and smut.

Despite all the pollution, life goes on. After a decontamination shower, since water is affordable only by the uber wealthy, I stand on the reclaimator. Natural resources are long gone, so reclaimators were created to recycle and reuse old items.

What shall I wear today?

Hair – bright red with a black streak, pulled into a ponytail.
Eyes – metallic gold with extended vision capabilities.
Outfit – typical black jumpsuit of the worker class.
Footwear – typical black boots of the worker class.

Ah, but what is this? Something new on the menu! It must be the bonus I was promised for exceeding my monthly production quota. An upgrade!

As instructed, I insert my hands deep into the open slots in the wall. Suddenly my arms are engulfed in a steel cage and I am unable to move away. The sharp pain lasts only seconds, but it is enough to make me dizzy.

I do not know how long I am trapped in the reclaimator’s unrelenting grip when the machine finally beeps three times and releases its hold.

Trembling, I pull my arms free and find my hands and forearms gone and replaced by mechanicals. Cables, pistons and gears move with precision as I flex long, metal fingers. Only my palms are covered by wrapped leather pieces.

The caps on my fingertips appear hinged and an odd button is on the inside of both wrists. When pressed, the fingertip caps flip back and long, sharp metal claws extend out of my fingers another two inches.

My eyes gleam with excitement as I admire my new upgrade.

“Wicked.”

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Jake, Gianni

HUD: 10 Colors & Metals (plus a hide/show version for the claws with fingertip open or closed)

Event Location: Engine Room // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ WCF 18+ // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ WCF 18+ // March 1st – March 31st

Finding Your Inner Self – Part 2

It’s been almost three months since Erin found that first note in her lunch bag. Since then, one appeared each week. The notes made no threats of a public exposure over the racy book that was placed in among her more sedate reading selections. Quite the opposite. The notes implied that Erin might enjoy many aspects of her hidden book.

Erin tried to catch the culprit, stalker, secret admirer; she wasn’t even sure what label to use. Unfortunately, the entrance to the employee breakroom was not monitored and too far from her desk at the entrance to the museum to see who lingered in that area. And with each new note, Erin’s curiosity and interest grew.

Evelyn, the museum’s secretary, approached the reception desk signaling Erin’s lunch break. It took all of Erin’s self control to remain calm and not run to the breakroom. As always, Erin had the room to herself. With her breath held, Erin rushed in and snatched her lunch from the fridge. Without ceremony, Erin dumped the contents. She didn’t care about the food, it was her weekly note she needed more than sustenance.

Nothing. It was Friday and so far, no note made an appearance inside her lunch and for some reason Erin could not explain, this made her sad. Each week, Erin looked forward to a new note with growing anticipation. They made her feel … noticed. They made her feel … wanted. Now, she felt empty.

When had it happened? When was the exact moment her life ceased its boring, mundane drudgery and light began to seep into the tiny cracks those notes opened in Erin’s protective wall? It was Friday, so the brown bag should hold a tuna sandwich. Instead, ham and cheese on rye with mustard, a bag of chips and an orange awaited her. No longer was she held hostage by the habits of her past.

Even her appearance changed. When once Erin wore her mousy brown hair in a tight bun, the style had softened and, even a few times was worn unbound and loose around her shoulders. The buttons at the throat of her blouses were now left undone. Bland old Erin slipped away when those notes began to appear and a new Erin slowly emerged.

Co-workers took notice and often stopped by the reception desk to chat for a few minutes. The first time she was invited out to lunch with a few of the docents, Erin was speechless. Now, it happened several times a week. Erin was even invited to join a large group after work to celebrate a birthday.

But now, the missing note left Erin’s chest tight and tears welled up in her eyes. She mentally scolded herself for putting so much stock in a few anonymous messages. The breakroom suddenly felt very stifling, so Erin gathered her food, purchased a bottle of water from a vending machine and headed outside. Another change made in her life.

Outside a group of co-workers waved Erin over to join them. The people were friendly and the conversation was light-hearted, but Erin’s heart was still heavy. By the time the day was over, Erin was ready to crawl into to bed and stay there for the entire weekend.

The bus ride home was bland and uneventful. The four block walk from the bus stop to her apartment seemed to drag on for miles. Three flights of stairs felt like a mountain trek. All that was left was a walk down a long hallway and Erin would be home. Home and a good cry is what she needed. Erin fished her keys out of her purse and looked down the hall and stepped dead in her tracks.

Leaning against her apartment door was a large white box wrapped with a bright red ribbon. Not knowing what awaited her, Erin took slow, hesitant steps forward. The card affixed to the box read simply ‘Erin’. Once her door was unlocked, Erin picked up the large, long box and carried it inside to her bedroom. Erin’s hand shook as she pulled the note from its envelope.

“I had this made especially for you. As lovely as it is, it does not compare to your beauty, sweet Erin.”
Well now. This was a change from notes in a lunch bag.

Erin tugged the ribbon loose and carefully lifted the lid of the box. Beneath layers of white tissue rested several articles of clothing Erin immediately recognized. They were described in great detail in the book that made its way into her possession. A sleeveless bolero jacket and matching leather corset lay on either side of a metal bra and panty set.

Each article of clothing was carefully lifted from the tissue nest and placed on Erin’s bed. The leather was soft and supple and obviously handcrafted. The metal lingerie looked as if it was molded to the curves of a woman’s body. Though the metal was cool to the touch, Erin’s body heated at the idea of it against her skin.

The curtains over the single bedroom window were pulled tightly closed, but Erin rushed over to check again. Her head swam with excitement over what she planned to do next. In the bathroom, Erin removed every stitch of clothing, taking great care to avoid the mirror. Never brave about nudity, Erin bundled up in her old flannel robe before returning to the bedroom.

As she walked toward the bed Erin realized the gift box was deeper than necessary for the items she removed. After pulling out the multiple layers of tissues Erin gasped at what she found buried beneath – tall, matching leather boots. Just looking at those boots made Erin ache with need. Now more than ever, she was determined to try everything on.

One by one, Erin put each piece on and was amazed to find each a perfect fit. The leather was snug, but not restrictive. The metal appeared cast just for her alone. If it were possible, the outfit made Erin feel truly alive for the first time in her bland and boring life.

Never one to look at herself in a mirror, now it seemed to call to Erin. There was a tall mirror mounted on the inside of her closet, which Erin normally kept covered, but now was the time to take a good, long look at herself. Like pulling the bandage from the skin, Erin yanked away the sheet that covered the mirror and let out an audible yelp.

The woman in the reflection was, well, she was … beautiful. Sexy. A stranger, so unlike the Erin everyone saw each day. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and had a tousled look and her eyes had a wild gleam that almost frightened Erin.

Did the clothing possess the power to change her personality? Or did it just bring out what was there all along. The light hidden deep beneath the dull, gray exterior.
Erin didn’t know how long she stood in front of that mirror before a knock on door startled her out of the trance. She hastily donned her bathrobe and wrapped it tight around her body. Suddenly shy and embarrassed again, Erin would be mortified if anyone saw her dressed this way.

Other than the landlord, no one has ever visited Erin’s apartment, so when she looked out the peephole, Erin’s confusion only deepened. What was he doing outside her apartment?
Leaving the security chain on, Erin unlocked the three deadbolts and opened the door just a crack. Erin peered around the edge of the door to find the tall man smiling back at her. His eyes darkened and took on a flash that made Erin tingle all over.
He leaned forward and whispered through the crack in the door, “I know you are wearing my gift.”

Erin’s eyes grew so big she was sure they would pop from her head and the blush that heated her face had to travel all the way to her toes.
“You,” was all Erin managed to squeak. Not full conscious of what she was doing, Erin released the chain and opened the door to admit him.

He entered the apartment, his eyes never straying from Erin’s face. Erin closed and locked the door again, all the while still clutching the robe tightly closed. She could feel his gaze and it made her scared and excited all at the same time. Then, something inside her just … broke. A wall crumbled. The bland, lifeless lump melted away and a new Erin rose from the ashes.

No longer afraid, Erin left the robe drop to the floor. She watched a slow, knowing smile appear on his handsome face.
“Beautiful,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
Yet, his eyes never left her face.

THE END

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky)

HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals + several Hide Options (Single ready made colors only have a visibility hide/show HUD NO color/metal change!!!)

LM: WCF 18+ by Flair for Events

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // February 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // February 28th – March 23rd

Finding Your Inner Self – Part 1

It’s Thursday, so it must be egg salad.
Yes, Erin was that predictable. And that boring. She led a small life in a big city. Just an insignificant speck among a million souls. That mousy girl that people forget was there. And not foolish enough to believe she would aspire to be anything more.

Just like every other day, Erin was alone in the employee breakroom of the museum where she worked. It was a beautiful summer day and everyone else had gone out for lunch. Everyone except plain, old Erin. No one thinks of asking her to go along.

So Erin grabbed her brown paper bag lunch from the fridge, poured a cup of stale coffee and took her usual seat at a table in the corner. For a moment she stared at the brown bag on the table and wished it contained something different, but knew it is the same thing, as it has been every Thursday since Erin was 5 years old.

Monday was chicken, left over from Sunday supper. Tuesday was peanut butter. Wednesday was bologna with butter on white bread. Thursday was egg salad. Friday was tuna (like a good Catholic). Sandwiches were always cut in four perfect little squares. Ten neatly cut carrot sticks; not eight, nor eleven, but ten. One small apple. One thin, white napkin. Like mother, like daughter.

The only child of a librarian and a housewife, Erin’s child was as exciting as white bread. Even her dreams were boring; limited to the safe and bland books her father brought home from the library each week. Yes, safe and bland books for a safe and bland girl.

Now in her early 30’s and all alone since her parents were both gone, Erin lived in a bland little apartment, not even a cat or canary for company. With a sigh, Erin reached for her lunch and shook the contents out onto the table. Out tumbled the egg salad sandwich, carrots, apple, napkin and … a folded piece of paper.

For a moment, Erin was afraid to even touch it, half expecting it to bite her like a snake. Finally, with a rare sense of curiosity, Erin reached for the paper. A gasp escaped her quivering lips as she read the words printed on the sheet. ‘Did you like the book?’

Her face suddenly flushed and Erin’s eyes darted around the room. How did someone find out about … the book? Two months ago, Erin followed her normal Saturday morning routine; bank, library, grocery store and home. Though, when she arrived home, Erin found an extra book in her bag. One she did not check out and wasn’t even a library book. As she began to read it, it was most definitely not a book from the library.

The words Erin read made her face burn, her skin tingle and caused aches in areas of her body she did not know could ache. Erin knew she should put the book down, but no matter how much she squirmed and wiggled on that lumpy old chair of hers, she could not stop reading. When she finally finished, Erin was so embarrassed, she ran to the kitchen and threw the book in the trash. She started to back away, and then fished it from the trash, only to throw it into a junk drawer. She paced nervously around the tiny kitchen for another minute before Erin snatched the book from the drawer and hurried into the living room.

Under the sagging sofa, behind an old, scarred desk, a high shelf in the coat closet – nowhere seems like a good hiding place. Finally, with the book tucked away in a cardboard box, under the shoes she wore only once for her high school graduation, Erin plopped down on the edge of her bed, exhausted.

It was weeks before Erin could finally put that book out of her mind and now this note not only reminded her, but was evidence that someone else knew her embarrassing secret. No longer able to eat, Erin threw everything into the trash. Everything, except the note.

She should tear the note to pieces. Set it on fire. Flush it down the toilet. No, it went into the pocket of her sensible skirt that matched her sensible buttoned up blouse that matched her flat, sensible shoes.

Erin tried to concentrate on her work, but all she could think about was that note in her pocket. Who knew about that book? Who slipped the note into her lunch bag? Was it someone who worked there? Maybe a museum patron? Maybe some crazed lunatic! For the rest of the afternoon, Erin kept looking over her shoulder to see if someone was watching her.

The ride home on the bus was sheer torture and Erin practically ran the four blocks from the bus stop to her apartment. For the rest of the night, Erin sat on the sofa with her arms wrapped around legs and methodically chewed her fingernails down to stubs.

What was she going to do?

To be continued …

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Ebody Reborn, Hourglass

HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

LM: Kinky Event // February 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // February 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // 23rd January – 18th March

What I Wouldn’t Do For You

The anticipation turned from butterflies to angry bees as Blaire walked into her assigned dressing room. Tonight was the night. It was too late to back out now.
Her eyes widen when she sees a costume laid out on the dressing table. No, costume is too generous a word.
The metal bra is nothing more than an underwire that fits snugly beneath the breasts, and delicate chains with tiny coins that jingle. Another chain runs up between the breasts to a fitted collar for the neck.
That’s all. Nothing else to wear. Amazingly enough, Blaire never thought she would be given anything to wear. After all, you have to show the customers the product.
Never in her wildest dreams did Blaire ever imagine herself in this position, but she had no choice. She needed the money. Desperately. Her kid sister’s life depended on it.

Dani is sweet and innocent and deserves a better life than fate has given her. The money Blaire earns tonight will pay for Dani’s operation. Her childhood was stolen and Blaire was determined her sister would not forfeit her life, too. Now dressed in her costume, Blaire carefully applies some light make-up and brushes her long hair into a glossy sheen. For the most part, Blaire tried not to think about the next hour, but a sharp knock on the door brought Blaire back to reality.
Blaire stood and slipped her feet into a pair of nude colored stilettos before she walked calmly to the door. The man in the hallway took his time looking her over before he nodded his head and motioned for Blaire to follow.
With her head held high, Blaire followed silently behind while she repeated the same mantra in her head – for Dani, for Dani, for Dani.
The man stops at a heavy curtain and pulls it aside. Blaire pauses to peek through the opening. On the other side is a small, raised platform with several spotlights shining down. Beyond that, complete darkness.
Her escort clears his throat and Blaire immediately understands. No more stalling. With a deep breath, Blaire steps out onto the stage. The room goes silent.
Only by sheer will does Blaire resist the urge to cover herself. She read the rules of the contract and agreed to abide by them. The customers wanted to see the entire package, as was their right.
Another gruff sound from her escort and Blaire slowly turns in place. Once she is facing forward again, Blaire lifts her gaze high, but finds nothing in the darkness ahead to focus on.
A voice comes over a speaker that the opening bid starts at $50,000 US dollars. The virgin auction has begun.
For Dani, for Dani, for Dani.

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky) + unrigged version

HUD: 10 Colors/Metals (Many hide/show options as you can see on the vendor picture)

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // February 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky Event // January 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky Event // January 28th – February 23rd

Her head is pounding to the beat of the techno music the DJ blasted over the sound system. It wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t all sound the same. It had been a long night and she still had three more hours on her shift.
While Maia waited for her drink order, she massaged the tense muscles in her neck. What is it with the pretentious drink that practically require a degree in chemistry to mix.
Maia delivered the trendy cocktails to a VIP suite on the second floor. A bachelorette party was in full swing and all the tips were stuffed into a stripper’s g-string. Thank goodness her gratuity is already built into their bar bill and rental fee, otherwise she would never see a dime from these women.
Next table held half a dozen law school graduates cutting loose after finals. The more they drink, the more their hands wandered and tips got tucked under her barely there top that the owners make servers wear.
The skimpy halter and short shorts Maia wore had its advantages when it came to tips and keeping cool in the crowded, overheated club. Disadvantages ranged from cold glasses between the shoulder blades and guys who thought it was a license to grope.
But the Ivy Leaguers quickly cooled their assaults when Red, one of the club’s security guys, took up position nearby. He’s a big teddy bear, but he’s as big as a grizzly bear and intimidating as hell.
By the end of the night, Maia managed close to $500 in tips. Not great, but not bad. Tazer in hand and tips tucked safely inside her boots, Maia takes the subway home to her tiny apartment. As always, Jimmy is fast asleep when she arrived home, so Maia fixed a sandwich and hunched over her books.

Six more months of nursing school, only if she could scrape together the remaining tuition. In the meantime, she can keep up on her reading. Maia wanted a better life and she was the only one who could make it happen. All the hard work and all the long hours on her feet were for only one goal.
And he stood in the doorway rubbing sleep from his eyes.

‘Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyy!’

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara&Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic&Perky)

HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

( item is mod, so you can make the cloth part transparent – Edit>select Face>Texture/Transparency% )

Many hide options on the HUD!!! ( like showed on the vendor )

Event Location: Kinky Event // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ My Bloody Valentine // Janunary 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ My Bloody Valentine // January 27th – February 24th

One last, careful turn of the screwdriver and Burton was finished with his work. If it had a mechanism, no matter the size, Burton could return it to mint condition. Working for the Smithsonian Museum was Burton’s dream job.


Tonight a new room opens as a tribute to Tim Burton, the brilliant Gothic/horror director of the movies Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas and Bettlejuice. Today he finished the cleaning and restoration of the iconic title artifact, the hands from Edward Scissorhands. He wanted everything to be perfect.


As a kid, he was a geek, nerd and dweeb, all rolled into one. He was everything his father hated – short, scrawny, and uncoordinated. A complete loser and disgrace to Bruce ‘The Butcher’ Richards, his sports obsessed, burly jock of a parental unit.


Because he was born premature and on the sickly side, Bruce Richards looked upon his only child as an embarrassment. It was the only reason Burton’s mother was allowed to name her son after her favorite actor – Richard Burton. At least she didn’t name him Richard Richards.


Burton’s health prevented any sport participation, which only served to make him worthless in his father’s eyes. Oh, but he was a genius when it came to building and fixing things. It was how he managed a full ride to M.I.T., because his father had no intention of paying for a wimp’s college education.

For two summers Burton worked at the Smithsonian as part of an internship program. He had a full-time job offer before he even graduated. His father said he would never amount to anything. Bet the old man is swearing up a storm in his grave.


After delivering the hands to the museum curator, Burton headed home to change into his outfit. Tonight’s grand opening was a costume gala and visitors were encouraged to dress as their favorite Tim Burton movie character. A tough choice for Burton, because he loved them all.


He finally decided on a Victorian suit that would represent Victor from Corpse Bride, with a nod to Ichabod Crane of Sleepy Hollow fame. Burton was not ashamed to let his geek flag fly. So what if he was attending the gala alone because no woman looked at him as anything other than … creepy. He was who he was and proud of it.


Burton arrived to the opening hours early to help the curator with any last minute adjustments for the displays. Yes, he was a major Tim Burton fanboy. Maybe, if he was very lucky, he would get an introduction the man of the hour. As he roamed through the room, the VIPs were admitted and now mingled among the displays.

That is when he spotted HER. She was dressed as Emily from Corpse Bride in breath-taking detail. It was love at first sight. Burton was mesmerized and approached her as if in a trance. Not one to miss the smallest detail, Burton had a simple gold band in his coat pocket, just like the one in the movie.


As he neared, Burton’s Corpse Bride turned and saw the ring he held and smiled. She held out her left hand to him and waited. He slid the band onto her third finger and recited the the wedding vows from the movie.
“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine.”

THE END?

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Gianni, Jake
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals

Pose: Couple Pose, Bento (poseballs & single pose animations)

Event Location: My Bloody Valentine // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // Jan 23rd – Feb 18th

Every woman has that mysterious smile when she wears something that makes her feel sexy and Kylie is no exception.

Kylie dressed very carefully for her date with Jake tonight. He was taking her to an expensive restaurant for dinner to celebrate his promotion and her new job. Years of hard work, emotional setbacks and financial struggles finally paid off.

Kylie and Jake met in college – she in design school and he in law school. It wasn’t long before they were living together. They were a team from the start and supported each other through think and thin, sick and sin.

Tonight, Kylie had a couple surprises of her own planned, First was the design that landed her the new job; a sinfully sexy bra that was more jewelry then clothing. Kylie even designed a dress especially made to showcase it.

The dress and bra had its desired affect when Jake entered their bedroom and his jaw dropped at her appearance. That secret smile deepened when Kylie noticed Jake’s other physical reaction. Maybe they should just skip dinner?

The food and wine was amazing and Kylie and Jake were both in high spirits. Kylie especially enjoyed it when Jake’s eyes often dropped to check out her creation. The table was secluded and waiters were well trained, so Jake was the only one who could enjoy the view.

With their dessert choices, Jake requested a bottle of champagne. Kylie took that moment to open her purse to pull out a jeweler’s box. The second surprise was a vintage Rolex watch that belonged to Kylie’s father. She inherited it when he passed away and recently had it cleaned and serviced.

Before she could lose her nerve, Kylie placed the box on the table and slid it across toward Jake. Where was it written that a girl had to wait for a guy to propose.

“Will you marry m …”

But Kylie stopped when she heard the same words and actions mirrored by Jake, though the box he pushed in her direction was much smaller – ring sized. For a moment they both just stared at each other, then both broke out in laughter.

Great minds think alike!

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara & Petite), Legacy [F] (Classic & Perky) + unrigged version
HUD: 10 Metals/Colors

Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // January 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ Midnight Order // January 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Midnight Order // Jan 20th – Feb 20th

The night did not go as Helena expected.

The plan was to meet Hillary, her bestie, and Hillary’s fiancé at that new club opening. He is some kind of big time promoter and one of his new clients was premiering as their new DJ.

Dressed in her new leather corset and shorts, Helena left her apartment excited for a night of great music and dancing. It was ages since she had the opportunity to just have fun. But she realized her best friend had set her up, again, on a blind date.

Month after month Helena endured the ‘perfect guy for you’ speech from Hillary and each time politely declined. Tonight her best friend apparently decided to cut out the middle man and make the date in her name.

He was an accountant! Helena wasn’t prejudice against accountants – she was a CPA in a prestigious firm. But she spent long hours every week with accountants and the last thing she wanted was to date one. What she should have done the moment she spotted him at their table was turn on her heel and gone home. Sadly, Helena was raised better than that, so she stayed out of politeness and endured.

Howard, yes, that was his name, was the personification of the dull, lifeless, stereotypical accountant. His hobby was memorizing actuarial tables. And, yes, he actually lived with his mother!

Normally Helena nursed a drink through the night, but the moment she was introduced to Howard, that plan went down the drain. Three tequila shots later and Hillary suggested they all dance. She just lost best friend status.

Howard’s dance teacher, you guessed it, his mother, only taught him two things – the box step and how to step on his partner’s toes. By the times Helena limped back to their table, she had a broken toe, bruised ribs and a torn corset. Howard attempted a spin.

As Helena pulls out her phone to call an Uber to get her the hell out of this nightmare, Hillary grabs her arm and begs Helena to stay. Hillary just lost friend status and will be unfriended from all my social media accounts, but Helena reluctantly agreed to stay. The date can’t get any worse – right?

Wrong!

Needless to say, Helena ends up in the emergency room with cuts, abrasions, a black eye, twisted ankle and a plastic stir stick embedded in her shoulder.

And the truly sad thing – that was not Helena’s worst first date.

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy (Classic, Perky)
2 Versions available (bloody&clean) + Fatpack
HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals (each pack)

Event Location: Midnight Order // January 2022

 

 

Wicca’s Originals @ Mainframe // January 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ Mainframe // January 20th – February 13th

A Place to Hide

The darkness was broken only by the torch I carried, casting eerie shadows in the cave that is my last hope. A hiding place no one can ever find. My boots shuffle along the uneven and rocky floor of the cavern hidden deep underground a long lost and forgotten city.
No one has been here in hundreds of years and I pray no one will ever return. It’s the only place where I can keep it safe. If anyone gets their hands on the contents of the box in my backpack, all is lost.
It’s been discovered before, many times, because I was careless in my diligence and lax in my guardianship. And each instance was a cataclysmic disaster. I cannot allow it happen again.
It can’t be destroyed – God knows I have tried. No one else can bare the burden – the responsibility is mine and mine alone. Hiding it from the world was my last resort.
The slightest sound roars in my ears like a freight train barreling down on me. The drip, drip, drip of water. The crackling of the meager flame guiding my way. A tiny pebble kicked by the toe of my boot.
I’m close. I can sense I am near the edge of the endless abyss that is my only salvation. Trembling with fear, excitement, anticipation – I don’t know my own emotions anymore. I just know the end is near.
With the torch wedged into a crack on the ground, I drop to my knees and let the backpack slide down beside me. The box tumbles out as if it has a life of its own. It DOES have a life of its own.

I clutch at the key hanging around my neck. It is calling to me to unlock the box. I need to fight its siren call, but I have to see it once last time. The lid opens slowly and there it lies – the bane of my existence. My heart.
Its steady beat is hypnotic as it seduces me with talk of love and happiness. But those things don’t exist. They are only illusions and when reality rears its ugly head, the pain is unbearable.
I slammed the lid closed and the snap of the lock sends a cold chill through my veins. Before it has a chance to change my mind, I shove the box over the edge and into the dark abyss, a bottomless pit where nothing can return.
For long moments I wait, expecting the hear the box crash upon the rocks below. There is no sound. There is just … nothing; Torch in hand I rise and walk away, free of my burden at last. Free from the pain of feelings.
No one can hurt me again. Especially my own heart.

HUD: 10 Colors + 10 Metals each pack
Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Freya, Slink[F] (Hourglass+Physique)
2 Versions available – 1 Leather & 1 Latex pack // or fatpack with both too

Event Location: Mainframe // January 2022