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Hey folks!

So, unfortunate news up front - I seem to have caught a bug ('tis the season, right?) and it's interfering with my ability to work a lot more than I'd hoped. This might mean I'm going to have to take January off to catch up. I really hope not - I've been posting up stories weekly without interruption for a good long time now, and I've been pretty proud of that record, but if that's how things end up, then that's just how it is. I'll let you know how it's looking next week.

In more positive news, more Serenity stuff! This one's part 1 of a (probably) non-canon request for the Seasons to have an unfortunate run in with another Desire - hope you enjoy!

(I figure this one's set sometime around Serenity, Please, for those curious!)

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Life as a Serenity wasn’t easy. Despite the sneering speculation of far too many conspiracy theorists, the women and men in white (statistically mostly women, but it would be remiss to ignore the males who stepped up to help, bless their handsome little heads) were human beings, with human needs and des- Wants. Human needs and wants.

But running around fighting monsters of raw, unfiltered emotion left precious little time for either cause.

Social circles are hard work. They take time and effort, require sacrifice. Even the most likeminded of relationships extracts a price; and that’s a price not everyone is prepared to pay.

Yet, every person needs some kind of social contact. Humans are social animals, and when denied that basic necessity, it is as if they have been denied food. They starve.

Take, for instance, the example of the Serenity Seasons.

Sophia had never been good at social. She was a naturally quiet girl, content to hang in the background of friend groups, close with one or two people, but never the life of the party. That was how she preferred it to be, at least for Sophia Vale.

As Serenity Winter, well, things were a little different. A Serenity needed to be seen, and needed to put forward an image of invincible confidence. Part of a Serenity’s power came from people’s belief in them, and in order for someone to believe, first they had to have reason to believe. You could coast for a little while on general positive Serenity sentiment, but eventually, the people of your city needed to know your name.

Winter had been fairly lucky on that front – both from her association in the public eye with her mentors, the Saviours, and from the training said Saviours had given her.

“Remember,” Serenity Hero had told her once, “they want to believe in you. Sometimes they’re jerks about it. I mean, some of the comments I’ve gotten online are just…”

“Hero.” Serenity Chorus nudged her. “Focus. Impressionable trainee, try not to scare her too much.”

“Oh right.” The redhead coughed nervously. “A-anyway! Look, deep down, people want you to save the day.” She clapped a hand on the blunette’s shoulder, smiling brightly. “Just give them a reason to believe in you, and they’ll do the rest.”

It was advice she tried to live by. When she was a Serenity, calm and convicted. She walked into every situation with authority, and let everyone know that she knew exactly what to do. It was almost never true, but it was important everyone think that it was.

That was where the Season’s speech came from. ‘We’ll be here to make everything right’ wasn’t a boast – it was a promise. Believe in us, and we’ll save you.

I-it hadn’t always worked out that way, but, you know, by and large the public didn’t get to see that side of things. If things went wrong, another Serenity team would be called to pick up the slack, and the incident would be taken care of before anyone got wise to the problem.

And it was working, as near as she could tell. People believed in her, believed in the Seasons. Sure, they ‘weren’t as good as the Saviours’, but that was a given. The Saviours were one of the best teams around, and Sophia didn’t think she’d ever reach that level. It was more than enough that the Serenity Seasons, and, indeed, Serenity Winter, were accepted and respected in Sapphire city. It made it feel like she was doing her job right.

As a Serenity, it was going well.

As a human, it had crashed head first into a brick wall and died.

She had no social life! No friends outside the team, no one to hang out with off duty, no places to go, no things to do. She had classmates at university, but she didn’t have time to connect with them. She had her family at home, but they didn’t count. Her mother, who she had to tread lightly around lest she realise that she’d become a Serenity against the woman’s very explicit instructions, and her sister, who was practically the opposite of Sophia in every important way… Yeah, no, neither of them were people she wanted to spend extra time with. She needed friends of her own.

Of course, she did have that one hobby, but… Well, she didn’t like to talk about that. Some things were just too embarrassing.

So, yes. As far as social lives went, Sophia’s was pretty dire. Which was why it was weird that today she found herself hanging out with the only person she knew who was worse off than her.

“Lexi, I’m just saying, maybe you shouldn’t spend so much time on your computer…” the blue haired team leader said, giving her friend and teammate a concerned look as they walked down the street together. “Being online all the time isn’t good for you. People need real life connections, real life friendships…”

“Uuuuugh,” The blonde groaned, her arms behind her head. Normally she was happy to go along with her friend’s suggestions, but this one hit a little too close to home. “C’mon, Soph, you sound like my mom…”

Yes, Lexi Locks was an interesting example. Like Sophia, her social life sucked. She didn’t even see her family that often. But unlike Sophia, she said she was fine with it. All of her friendships were online, accessible at any time, and that was how she liked it.

Sophia couldn’t help but have her doubts.

Around them, the mid-day crowds swirled and passed. The pair were wandering through Sapphire city, dawdling about past shops and restaurants, headed to nowhere in particular. They’d spent the morning training, running through simulations and tactics to prepare them for the task of defeating Desires – the monsters who could, at any time, rise out from the subconscious sea of the general populous, and set about rewriting the world to their whims – and now they had a bit of free time to hang out.

(Rosa, their other teammate, had been held back, and would have to catch up later. She, unlike these two, had a rather active social life, somewhat despite herself – but that was a story for another time.)

“Well, I’m sure Miss… Um.” The blunette stopped herself short, reconsidering what she was about to say. Probably best not to speak Lexi’s last name out loud in public. It came with a level of infamy that might draw attention. Maybe that was why the blonde preferred to keep her relationships online? “I’m sure your mom knows what she’s talking about…”

That got a snort. “I dunno if you’d say that if you’d ever met her,” Lexi sighed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love her, but…”

She hesitated, looking for the right words. Unfortunately, the dictionary in her head seemed to be missing a few pages. The silence began to stretch.

Sophia gave the shorter woman a sympathetic look. “… Do you want to talk about it?”

Lexi took a breath. “I don’t know. Maybe everyone has trouble with their parents like this. I mean, what are your parents like?”

“Mine?” The blunette blinked. “Uh. Mom is… Well, mom. She’s… Yeah.”

Lexi tilted her head. “Oh, right, you said that your mom’s… one of those.” She clearly couldn’t help but smirk at Sophia’s sheepish reaction. The blunette had admitted – after some prodding from Morgan, the team’s new advisor – that her mother was a Serenity. It was clearly a bit of a sensitive subject. She wanted to stand on her own, be her own person, not simply be her mother’s daughter.

Well, the blonde could understand that, right? Sophia wasn’t the only one who knew all about growing up in someone else’s shadow.

“So what about your dad?” Lexi tried, maybe thinking that talking about the blunette’s other parent would help. Worth a try!

“Dad?” Sophia paused, thinking. “Well, he’s okay… He travels a lot as part of his job, but he never missed important dates or anything. If dad says he’s going to be somewhere, he’s going to be there, even if…” She broke off into an embarrassed giggle. “Well, it’s gotten him into trouble a few times.”

A blonde eyebrow rose. “Oh?”

Hah. She was pretty obviously prying for details. Sophia didn’t like to talk about herself like this, so naturally any opportunity was to be seized.

“Yeah, well, you know, if he says he’s going to be somewhere, then he’s not going to let anyone tell him that otherwise,” the blunette explained with a casual wave of her hand. “Even if they’re the police. Or sometimes even the Foundation…”

Lexi blinked. “Huh. Can’t imagine you having a dad like that. Sounds like a handful.”

Sophia laughed. “Yeah, kinda. Sometimes we do have to go over and bail him out of whatever mess he’s gotten himself into – but that’s dads, right?”

“I wouldn’t know.” The conversation froze, both women falling utterly silent. Sophia’s face scrunched up, wincing like she’d just stubbed her toe, while Lexi looked like she was shocked by her own words.

The blunette managed to find her voice first. “Oh. Oh, of course. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

But the blonde was quick to try to interrupt, talking over her friend all afluster. “No, no, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to say it like that, it just-”

They stopped. Took a moment. Breathed deep.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry.”

Then Lexi shook her head, smiling. “It’s fine. Really, it’s – I don’t even remember him anymore.” She shrugged, raising her hands in nonchalance. “It’s just how it’s always been. I’m okay with it.”

Sophia sighed. She’d really put her foot in it, even if her friend didn’t mind. Alexandria ‘Lexi’ Locks was the daughter of Artemis Locks – who was, somewhat famously, a widow. Her husband – Lexi’s father – had been gone for well over a decade now. She wasn’t sure what had actually happened there, though she’d heard a rumour that… Nn, no, she didn’t want to think about it. That kind of gossip felt really different when it directly affected one of your closest friends.

It was difficult, with her teammates. She wanted them to trust her, to tell her their stories themselves, so she did her best to resist the urge to look them up – but sometimes it felt like that just meant she was walking in a minefield that everyone else had a map for. Rosa was difficult like that too. Everyone but her seemed to know something about the brunette’s past, but Sophia had missed it. And she really was going to have to ask directly one of these days. Waiting might have been respectful, but it also didn’t seem to be working…

“Well… I mean. Um.” Uh oh. Oh no, she couldn’t think of anything to say aside from a bunch of rude, prying questions. No no no, she was not about to ask how Lexi’s dad died, she needed to divert, distract, dodge away from this hell subject…!

Her eyes shot about, hunting desperately for a way to change the subject, and latched onto the first thing she saw. “Oh! Oh, uh, hey, wanna check out the bookstore? I wanted to see if the next chapter of the Starlight Lovers Saga was out yet…”

“Huh?” The blonde turned and followed her gaze. “Oh, sure thing. I didn’t know you were into those.”

“Well, I mean, I don’t know if I’d say I’m into them,” Sophia hedged, already leading her friend across the street towards the shop. “Just, you know, I’ve maybe read one or two. I’m a casual reader, that’s all.”

Lexi was giving her a knowing smirk now. “Oh really? So you don’t have a favourite pairing?”

“A favourite pair-? Well, I mean, Princess Angela seems to have a thing for the dark knight, doesn’t she? They’re cute together. Probably.” The blunette’s eyes went shifty. “Not that I’d know or anything.”

It was silly, she knew, but that was the problem. She couldn’t afford to have silly hobbies like this – especially in front of her team.

Lexi wasn’t going to let it go, though. She slid up next to her friend, now practically dragging her towards the bookstore as Sophia hesitated. “Reaaaally? Because I heard that people like to ship Angela with Lord Sanctifernal…”

“What?!” Sophia rounded on her with wild eyes. “Who would want them to get together? Her killed her entire family! She tried to drop the moon on his entire empire! They hate each other!”

The blonde’s smirk only grew wider, and, too late, Sophia realised she’d been drawn into a trap. “I dunnoooo,” she purred, arm sliding around the taller woman’s shoulders. “It’s a pretty popular ship online! Sounds like you’re a bit more invested than a casual fan would be.”

Said taller woman’s head slumped. “Online was a mistake.”

“Okay, well, can’t argue with your there, no.” Lexi actually laughed at that as they entered the store, before patting her friend on the back. “You don’t have to hide that you like stuff from us, you know. It’s really okay.”

Was it? Sophia wasn’t sure she believed her. Image meant a lot of things – present the image of a confident Serenity to the public, and they’d believe you. Present the image of a knowing leader to your teammates, and they’d believe you too, right? She needed her friends to believe in her. If they didn’t, how was she supposed to train them? How was she supposed to lead them?

Her eyes traced from the fiction section of the store – where the new book was out! Yes! Finally, she’d get to see if the dark knight would escape from the prison of razfadel, and maybe even divine a few clues about his identity… - over to the self help section again. She felt like she’d already read all of their stock on leadership and how to be a good team leader, but maybe something new had come out that’d contain whatever secret she was missing, a book that’d finally tell her how she could feel like a leader instead of a fake…

No such luck. But as her eyes kept tracking, they landed on something else. The store’s noticeboard, perched on the back wall over the counter, there to advertise the newest releases and deals, had something new on it. An advertisement for a new book circle that the store was hosting. It looked pretty professionally made, and the cute little books circling around the words certainly drew the blunette’s attention.

‘Love books and looking to make new friends who love them too?’ It read. ‘Want to share the wonder of reading with others? Curious to see what other people think of your faves?’

‘Try out our new book club – inquire today!’

Huh. Well that sounded kind of neat. Was she looking for new friends? Honestly, she had enough trouble focusing on the ones she had. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to meet new people, but she felt like she had enough on her plate already.

However…

Her gaze slid over to Lexi, who was currently browsing through the gaming section of the store with mild interest. Now, there was someone who needed more actual people in her life. Spending all day on the computer couldn’t be healthy, it just couldn’t! As a leader, wasn’t she supposed to be looking after this kind of thing? Taking care of her friend’s mental health was definitely one of her responsibilities.

“Ah, excuse me,” she said, sliding up to the counter, the book she was going to buy temporarily forgotten. “Are you running that book club today?”

“Book club?” The cashier blinked at her, before shaking her head. “Oh right, yes, that. Y-yeah, I think so. The lady who runs it should be upstairs.” She nodded towards the steps at the back of the room. “You can go right up.”

“Great!” Sophia smiled, turning to wave Lexi over. “Come on, let’s go sign up!”

“Huh?” The blonde looked up in surprise – only to then yelp as her friend grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the stairs. “H-hey, what?”

“We’re signing up for a book club!”

“Wha-Why?”

“It’ll be fun!” The blunette’s determination had taken over now – nothing would dissuade her. This was a socialisation opportunity, and it’d be good for both of them! “We can talk about books and stuff with people! Actual people!”

“But I don’t wanna!”

Sophia gave her the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “I just want to see what it’s like. You wouldn’t leave me all on my own, would you?”

They didn’t work, bouncing off Lexi’s annoyed look. “Don’t you try those eyes on me, I have the patent on those.”

Dangit. “Look, it’s just a one-time thing, we’ll both be here, and maybe we’ll make some new friends! And it’s not like you had anything else to do anyway…”

“You don’t know that!” Now it was the blonde’s turn to look shifty.

Sophia just rolled her eyes, then began counting on her fingers. “Your plan was to hang out with me and Rosa for a few hours, then order takeout and spend the rest of the night listening to podcasts in the background while you play- What was it this week, Trail of Exclusion?”

Lexi stared at her. “Okay, so maybe you do know that. Somehow.”

“You told me!” The blunette protested. “Last month! You were complaining about how you had nothing to do on Saturdays. This is something to do on a Saturday!”

And now the blonde was looking at her like she’d said something incredibly strange. “You remember me grumbling about my schedule over a month ago?”

She blinked innocently. “Yeah? Why, didn’t you think I was listening?”

Lexi sighed. “… Sophie, sometimes, I swear, you remember the weirdest-”

“Oh, hello there!” Whatever she was about to say was sadly cut off as the pair finally reached the top of the stairs, stepping into the room beyond. Unlike the store below, this one wasn’t flanked on all sides by bookshelves, but instead was a warmer, more comfortable environment, with reading tables and chairs.

There were a few people up here, all ladies, most of whom were engrossed in their own books. The one who’d greeted them was on the more mature side, probably somewhere in her 40s, with blonde hair up in a beehive and black framed glasses. She looked surprisingly well dressed for a casual book club, a white and black striped blouse and a knee-length black skirt, her face elegantly made up.

“I’m afraid our club leader has just stepped out,” she was saying as she crossed over the room to greet the pair, “but I’m happy to fill her place until she returns. I’m Miranda, lovely to meet you.” She offered her hand.

It was shaken happily. “Likewise! I’m Sophia, and this is Lexi.”

“Hi.” The blonde was hiding behind her taller friend now. This wasn’t super easy, as she was a tad wider than said friend, but shyness could overcome all sorts of barriers like that.

“We were here to ask about the club?” Sophia just powered on regardless. Her friend’s mental health was at stake, that made it easy to push past her own nerves.

“Of course, of course.” Miranda nodded understandingly. “You’ve come to just the right place. We’d be delighted to add some more members to our little circle! In fact, we’re all about recruiting right now, isn’t that right girls?” She looked around

There was a chorus of distracted murmurs of agreement. Clearly, the women here were engrossed in their reading. Those must be some good books.

The stand-in group leader smiled. “Well as you can see, we’ve got some real bookworms in here. I hope you’re ready to read, because that’s what we’re all about here.”

“Oh, definitely.” Sophia nodded confidently, nudging Lexi to do the same. The blonde hesitated a little, but the power of social pressure soon had her joining in.

“Wonderful!” Miranda clapped her hands in delight. “Normally we’d all read the same few books over the week and come together to discuss them, but since today is our first proper meeting, we’re doing it a little differently.” She stepped behind the pair and guided them over to a table at the side of the room stacked high with books. It was right next to the snack table (equally stacked). “So, we have a selection of books to have a look through, and then once our leader gets back, we can all have a chat about them! And maybe a few glasses of wine as well, if you like~”

“A-ah, well, I don’t really…” That one actually made the blunette’s mask slip a little. She didn’t drink. Yes, she’d been told by other Serenities that alcohol in the system tended to clear up really quickly once you transformed (just one of the many benefits of being a magical girl) but she still didn’t want to take the risk of being drunk when there was an emergency summon.

(Plus she just plain didn’t like the taste of alcohol, but the first reason sounded more sensible.)

Miranda just laughed and patted her on the back. “There’s plenty of soda and juice if you don’t want to drink, of course.”

“Ah, okay.” Sophia nodded, smiling again. Good. Great, even! Okay, this sounded like it would be fun. Maybe even fun enough that Rosa might- Oh, yeah, right, she should let their teammate know where they’d ended up.

“Give me a moment,” she said, extracting herself carefully. “I need to send a message to one of our friends. She might join us later if she’s interested!”

The expression on Lexi’s face as the blonde turned to look after her retreating friend said she rather doubted Rosa would even try to set foot in the front door, but hey, she had to try!

(The expression also accused her of abandonment and betrayal for leaving Lexi on her own here – it was a very expressive expression – but there wasn’t anything she could do about that. She wouldn’t be gone long; what was the worst that could happen?)

“Of course, dear.” Miranda nodded as Sophia walked away, her voice carrying over the blunette’s shoulder as she began to dig out her phone. “Well then! While your friend does that, why don’t we get you a good book to read while we wait, hm?”

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Lexi wanted to groan, but she was just slightly too well-mannered to do so. Of course she got dragged into this stupid club and then left on her own. Honestly, sometimes Sophia really was just like her mother. The blonde wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that…

“Let’s see now…” Beside her, Miranda was looking over the book table, a finger on her chin as she considered. “Which one of these seems right for you?”

Frowning, and accepting that there wasn’t going to be any getting out of this, Lexi took a glance through what was on offer herself. There were a surprising amount of different books here, at least a few dozen, with multiple copies of each available. Different coloured covers were strewn around like a disjointed mural, genres scattered around with no rhyme or reason. There were books about swashbuckling pirates, autobiographies of sports stars, engineering specifications for hovercars, and a couple of cook books on display. Just what kind of club were they running here?

“Aha!” Suddenly, Miranda jolted her out of her thoughts, crying out in excitement as she reached across the table and pulled a book off one of the stacks. “Yes, I think this one would be perfect for you. What do you think?”

The blonde blinked as she found the book being shoved into her hands. “Living the Life After Love?” she read aloud, brow furrowed with confusion. What was this supposed to be? She’d never heard of this one.

“It’s a romance story with a twist,” the older woman explained, now guiding Lexi away from the table and over to a chair at the side of the room, comfortably spaced between two women completely engrossed in their own books. “About someone who’s husband dies, and she has to figure out how to keep going without the love of her life around anymore.”

“O-oh…” She stared at the book in her hands with growing trepidation. “That sounds kinda sad?”

“Not at all! It’s inspiring~” Miranda patted her shoulder as she sat her down. “A proud story of a woman rediscovering her passions in life, and the strength that comes with it. I think it might help give you a bit of a confidence boost, dearie. Just read a few chapters – you’ll see what I mean.”

“Uh. But!”

“Give it a try~” The older woman patted her on the head, before walking away. “I’ll fetch you something to drink.”

“But!” Too late. Lexi was left sitting there, the room silent, with just a yellow paperback in her hands. Nervously, she looked around, before shrinking in on herself. Damnit, Sophie, where did you go?

Social pressure, more than anything, drove her to open the cover. She just didn’t have the self confidence to make a spectacle of herself by getting up and walking away. She’d just read for a little while, until Sophia showed back up and she could glare her into getting the two of them out of here.

I was a good girl. I lived life by the rules. Growing up, I kept my elbows off the table, brushed my teeth after every meal, and went to bed before nine. I studied hard in school, passed all of my exams, settled down with my high school sweetheart, and got married by the time I was twenty-one. I had the perfect life.

Lexi felt her eyebrow rise despite herself. The perfect life? Seriously, that was what this woman thought was a perfect life? Married to the first guy she dated? Settling down after high school? Wait, did she just immediately become a housewife or something? Wow, this woman sounded squarer than Sophia, and as much as she loved that girl, that really took some doing.

The blonde shook her head. She was about the same age as this person when they ‘settled down’, and she had absolutely no intention of doing the same. Her life was just starting, thank you – even if she felt more comfortable spending it online.

But after ten years of marital bliss, things began to change. My husband, who had always looked at me so fondly, began to drift away from me. At first, I thought it was simply him being busy at his job, working long hours, often times late into the night, or being called away on frequent business trips…

Oh dear. Yep, Lexi could see where this was going. Classic. But what else could you expect from settling down with your very first relationship? You have no experience, no idea what the warning signs are, and no backup plan. What did she think was going to happen, exactly? Fairy tale endings were for suckers.

The blonde shook her head, rolling her eyes at the woman’s obliviousness to the facts – and yet, even as she did so, she found herself quite oblivious to a few facts of her own. Her inner voice no longer reflected the energy of a woman in her early twenties, about to embark on the prime of her life. Instead, it carried the worn experience of a woman making a start on her thirties, scoffing at the blunders of youth.

That wasn’t just a mental change, either. Small signs of age were gathering on her face – just a touch of sag in her cheeks, a few worn creases in her brow. Her youthful fashion, a green jacket over a casual yellow tee, blended together into a sensible, if somewhat puffy, white blouse. Her green denim skirt merged into blue denim jeans as she shifted in her seat, sitting up straighter, knowing how much her back would pay for slouching. Her hair grew a touch longer, losing its roundness as it tied itself behind her head into a short pony tail.

The thirty-year-old continued to read, turning the page carefully as she found herself surprisingly interested in the story. Obviously, she suspected that she knew how this was going to go, but there could always be a twist coming…

When one of my friends said they’d seen my husband dancing with another woman in a hotel the next town over, I didn’t believe them. And when I found a woman’s underwear in the wash – underwear that wasn’t mine – I assumed there must have been a mistake. But when I caught him sleeping with her in our bed, I couldn’t deny the truth any longer.

Yep. Knew it. Tch.

None the less, we tried to make it work. It seemed foolish to throw away ten years of marriage over a small stray…

Seriously? She put up with that? Come on, girl, stand up for yourself! Lexi clicked her tongue behind lips that were slowly painting themselves with expertly applied makeup, a nice rosy red that brought out her cheeks.

After another ten years, things changed again.

Ten… You stayed with him for another decade? Seriously? Ugh. Lexi had to restrain the urge to groan, if only to be polite. She didn’t actually care if anyone heard her though – she was in her 40s, she didn’t give a fuck what strangers thought of her these days. Her confidence was rock solid, compared to the mess she’d been twenty years ago.

Her hair shifted again as the wrinkles on her face deepened, crows feet developing around the corners of her eyes. The style shifted from a ponytail into long, straight locks that grew down to the small of her back. Her fashion grew a little more mature, a sensible green jacket with walnut buttons appearing slung over the back of her chair. Something to keep the chill out of her bones if she needed it.

Neither of us saw his illness coming. No sooner did we have the diagnosis than he was passing on, ragged breathing drawing to a halt. I sat with him by his hospital bed in the final days, and when it ended, I was alone for the first time in my life. I didn’t need to worry about bills, but I had no idea what to do with myself.

Good! The older blonde sniffed derisively, feeling absolutely no pity for the lout who’d caused so much grief. Hopefully the poor girl would find her feet now. It wasn’t so bad being single! Especially if you had your money handled, much like she herself did. That was just sensible.

Indeed, even as she thought that, her bank accounts were sliding into a very comfortable position – one that ensured she’d always be able to pay her way, without relying on her family for funds.

Eventually, my friends decided I needed to get out more, and took me out clubbing. I’d never been before. I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself. But I soon got into the swing of things. It’s so easy to lose yourself dancing and drinking. No need to worry about daily affairs, just enjoy yourself~

That seemed a little irresponsible to Lexi, but only for a moment. Then her lips curled into a crooked grin, the blonde nodding along. Oh, of course she understood the fun of a good night out – she went herself regularly with her friends…

… Friends like the ones she’d come to this book club with. Like Miss Mary Elison over there, who could never really hold her drink, or Coraline Harvy reading that book in the corner – now she knew how to throw a party. Yes, she’d been friends with these ladies for decades. That was how she’d ended up here in the first place. This club was a great excuse for gossip and wine.

She did hope those young girls she’d seen earlier didn’t spoil the vibe. That blue haired one had seemed rather loud… Mm, well, if she caused problems, she’d just mention it to the club leader. After all, they were one of her best, oldest friends, weren’t they…

It was there, lost in the haze of the club, the pounding music, the flowing heat, the intoxicating drink, that I found my true purpose. All of these young, strapping men, all looking for a mature hand to guide them~

Oh? Lexi paused, frowning for a moment. That seemed a little… Ah, but it was just a story. Surely it was fine to… indulge… in a little fantasy, mm? Just a little…

Unconsciously, she found herself leaning forwards, licking her lips.

I’ve always been told I have a good body, especially for my age. My chest was always the envy of my peers…

… The blonde turned a page, having to struggle a little as she found her own chest getting in the way? Had it always been so big…? Oh, of course it had. She’d always been proud that her breasts were almost as big as her head…

And my husband always said my ass was my best feature…

… She shifted in her seat, unaware as her behind grew an extra layer of cushioning, giving her figure a fine set of curve…

So a little makeup, and a few touches to my fashion…

… Her sensible clothing melted off of her, her blouse, jacket and jeans shrinking into a strapless green dress – one with a large cleavage window and a tight cling on her hips. Thick lipstick painted itself around her lips, while her eyes were dusted with green and purple shadow, doing wonders to hide the signs of her age…

… Was more than enough to have them all eating out of my palm – and other places, of course~

“Aha!” Lex- Alexandria couldn’t help but laugh at that description. Oh yes, it really was that easy, wasn’t it? All of this sounded so delightfully familiar. Yes, all those hunky young men at the bar were always so easy to wrap around her oh-so-experienced fingers – and she certainly couldn’t get enough of them!

Her friends called her a cougar, and she couldn’t deny it. Why should she? She was every bit the man eater they described and more. Slutty, and hedonistic to a fault, Alexandria locks never let anything get in the way of her own satisfaction. Indeed, once this little get together was done, she fully planned to pick up a few new boy toys to play with for the evening…

And that was just the start of my slutty adventures!

But first, she had a book to read. After all, this was just getting good. Smiling slyly, the blonde turned the page and continued onwards. She couldn’t wait to see what happened next…