Atlas then slipped his hand into hers and said, "Well then, it sounds like it's the hotel for us then kitten…" He shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot, heading down the street for a couple blocks to the hotel he knew was around near the convention center.
Rosa swallowed nervously, shifting around on her seat. When they arrived, Rosa grabbed her things and the bag, and got out to go check on a room as Atlas got his things. Rosa rented out the penthouse, which was the only room available.
Atlas grabbed his bags from the trunk and followed Rosa, trusting her decisions. He gaped when they arrived at the penthouse. It was rather fancy and spacious. He wolf-whistled.
Rosa set her things down on a chair and set the food in the freezer.
“I-it is nice. Isn’t it, Master?” She walked over to him and took his things.
Atlas took the bags back from her hands and set them down, grabbing her and lifting her up, spinning her around, laughing. "It is. But you know what'd be nicer..?" He pulled her close to his chest, eyes gleaming.
Rosa squeaked, her hat falling away onto the floor and her tail wiggling in her sweatpants. She looked up at Atlas, blushing visibly in the dark.
“Wh-what, Master?”
Atlas leaned in and whispered in her ear, his hand reaching down and pulling her tail out of her pants. "…If you called me Master again…"
(PM?)
(Wonderful idea. Should we make a new one for it?)
(Yeah, probably.)
(Kk. I’m on it!)