Ariel ran the brush through her maroon red hair, thinking back to how quaint her life once was, when she thought that humans brushed their hair with forks and called them dinglehoppers. So much had changed in the three years since she had married Prince Eric. She had thought that the whole world was sunshine and rainbows, and Eric had tried to keep it that way, restricting her to the castle grounds. However, just as Ariel had desired to explore more than the sea when she was daddy's little girl, she soon grew tired of the castle and the grand exterior walls started to feel like a prison to her. With the aid of some of her closest servants, she began to sneak out and explore the world on her own. She couldn't risk being caught, so she always ventured out at night. The first time she ventured out into the closest town, she was in awe. She had felt like she knew what there was to know about humans, but quickly discovered that the royal household was prim and proper and the whole world was certainly not like that. She found herself in a club, and watching the humans dance to the blaring beat of the DJ gave her a rush like she had never had before. Finally, after several months of sneaking out, she decided to tell Eric her secret. Well - she didn't have much of a choice. Ariel had decided to gauge her ears and while she was able to hide it at first, eventually she stretched them to the point that Eric noticed and confronted her about it. It was all downhill from there. The two grew further and further apart as her prince realized that she was not going to be the haughty princess he desired, and Ariel became more rebellious. She sat in front of the mirror, getting ready to go out for the night. One piercing had turned into many across her face, and she'd covered her arms and chest in tattoos that reminded her of her past.

Ariel entered the club and all eyes turned to her - she had a reputation now, the perfect princess gone bad. She was wearing a tight black corset that left her chest uncovered, showing off her tattoos. She wore a pair of black shorts that only covered as much as they needed to, paired with fishnet stockings and leather boots. Ariel started to dance to the thumping bass, well aware of the eyes set on her gyrations. (edited)

Chris was one of the patrons at that club that night. It wasn't his usual scene, but he often liked to come somewhere like this to soak up the atmosphere. He generally stood at the edge of the crowd. He was so much more for one on one interactions. Focusing on one person rather than on a crowd of people. He took a sip of the wine. When she came in. The whole country knew about her, of course. The teenager who came in and married the prince. Who became the wife of the heir. Someone who would one day be their queen. And... well, She was beautiful to him. She wasn't the perfect Queen who would be acceptable to high society. But the woman who came stalking into the club caught his attention. He sipped his wine and set it down. Trying to decide what on earth he was going to do. He watched as she danced. And there was just something about the movements she was making. Something fluid about them. And how she played with her hair. It had become part of her character, how she moved it. How it was almost alive like her. And the body mods. He leaned against the wall and just watched her dancing. One of the guys came over and started to dance with him. But... well, he didn't dance the best. And he was mostly the sort of man to just paw and prod at the things he liked the looks of.

Ariel closed her eyes as she moved to the music. To think that she did not even know such sounds existed just a few years ago. She felt it in every inch of her body, hips swaying and arms moving to the beat of the track. Even with her eyes closed, the flashing strobes of the club hit her eyelids and created a kaleidescope of colors for her to take in. The castle was so plain and....old. There was so much more for her to learn from life by going out and experiencing it. The song drew to a close and Ariel opened her eyes again, ready to head to the bar for a drink. She was so immersed in the music that she almost forgot that all eyes were on her, the princess who had gone bad. In the corner, two men were dancing together and she locked eyes with one. He was cute, but he looked a little out of place in the club, like a fish out of water. Ariel knew that feeling all too well. Ariel walked up to the bar - patrons crowded around, trying to place their orders, but the bartended ignored them and walked straight to her. "What can I get you, princess," he said with a smirk. Ariel frowned. "I told you not to call me that. Give me a vodka sprite." As the bartender poured her drink, Ariel turned her attention back to the main in the corner. He'd finished dancing and was sipping on his wine. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it around her neck so that it fell on her chest. The bartender handed Ariel her drink and she began walking across the dance floor, towards the man she wished to get to know that night. She approached him, a coy smile on her face, waiting to see if he'd strike up a conversation.

Chris watched her as she moved to the bar and grabbed a drink. He smirked to himself then. He knew he shouldn't be watching her. She was only 19 for crying out loud. But hey, he couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she moved her hair. The way she danced. The fluid movements. There were so many rumours about her. Where had this mysterious girl come from. The storm that had caused so much chaos 3 days after her arrival. The other woman. There still weren't any firm answers in the public to this day. But, well, most of the country had moved on. His ears perked up when he heard her soft voice saying don't call her princess. That was important to note. He was about turn, finally getting a hold of himself when his eyes caught hers. And she started to approach him. He couldn't help himself then. He looked her over. The dress she was wearing. How she moved. How her legs moved as she walked. Her arms, her hips. Then her chest. The tattoos, the way her leg was sculpted. He swallowed a combination of nerves and desire down his throat. She was walking right towards him. Coy and shy. Fuck it, he told himself. You're not going to get another chance at this. The music was quite loud, so he had to raise his voice. "I take it you're Ariel?" He smiled and held out a hand to her. Once he'd done it he realised what he actually needed to do. Kiss the back of it. Yes, that's the best approach here. Lets see if she lets me. If that's the case, its a game I'm invited to play.

"My reputation preceeds me," Ariel said, her voice soft and silky, wrapping around Chris' ears. Her right hand extended toward him, placing her hand in his. Her left hand reached up to grab the hair coming down across her chest, tugging at it and swirling it between her fingers. Ariel bit her lower lip, studying the man she'd chosen to pursue that night. He was quite a bit older than her, something she found very attractive. He was not overly muscular, but his arms were nice and toned and looked pleasant under his shirt. "You didn't tell me your name, sir," Ariel inquired. "And, if I may be so forward, what brings you to the club tonight - I get the impression that this isn't your usual Friday night activity." She raised an eyebrow at Chris as she took several gulps of her vodka sprite, downing her liquid courage. She put on a good show, but under it all she was still nervous Ariel, and these social settings were something that she was still getting used to after years of interaction with no one but the prince and her servants.

He pulled her hand to his lips, and Chris placed a soft, almost chaste kiss on the back of her hand. He smiled up at her as she spoke. Her voice was silky and smooth. It was kind of the thing that so many people knew about her. How beautiful she sounded. Apparently one of the sources of contention was how often she had to sing for various events. He didn't let go of her hand though. He moved to lean next to a pillar standing next to her. If she tried to take it back he wouldn't stop it. But unless she tried to remove her hand from his grasp he apparently didn't want to let the contact go. "I am Chris, no real title. Just someone who works to sell stuff and spends my days going from one bar to another. Just to see what is lieing around." He took a sip of his wine. "As I understand it, you're getting a nickname of the curious cat. Always wanting to try everything. Your body art is gorgeous by the way. I love it."

Ariel blushed at Chris' complement, her rosy cheeks a colorful contrast to her pale white skin and black outfit. "Thank you, Chris. I find they remind me of who I am, who I would be if I wasnt The Princess of The Kingdom." She said this title with obvious disdain. "It's just...a lot sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful that I found a prince to change me into a human, I just wish the cost wasn't having to spend the rest of my life holding up the monarchy for the entire country." Ariel held onto Chris' hand, moving her index finger back and forth and stroking his palm. "I've got more body mods, by the way." She grinned at Chris, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe you'll get to see some if you play your cards right." She adjusted their grip so that her fingers slipped in between his, holding his hand. The track that was playing faded into another, this one with a heavier bass and faster tempo. Ariel's face perked up. "Ohhhh this is my favorite track! Come on the floor and dance with me?" She pulled at his hand, hoping he'd follow.

Chris kissed the back of Ariel's hand softly as she allowed her fingers to linger in his hand. He didn't know her full story. But he listened intently to her as she explained her currently place. What the mods meant. Her voice was just so soothing. David stayed near her as he spoke with her about how her role for the country had changed. And then came that flirt. The interlacing of fingers. And he knew there was a game at foot, and he loved it. He gave her hand a squeeze, just before the new song came on. He grinned and followed her pull onto the dance floor. He wasn't the best dancer he knew. But... well, it didn't matter. She wanted to dance, and it was moving to a song. He moved more like a woman might though. A lot more hips, hands in the air. His movements languid and almost sensual. But his eyes were always on Ariel. Always watching his red headed partner

Ariel led Chris onto the dance floor. The lights of the club flashed, and the bass was heavy and pounding, the kind of vibration you could feel in your soul. Ariel closed her eyes and started to gyrate to the music, her body moving like liquid to the beat. At the edge of the room, along the wall, were several raised platforms for people to dance on. A couple other patrons were already up on some of them, colored spotlights highlighting their forms. Ariel moved towards the empty platform and let go of Chris' hand, stepping up onto it so that she towered above him, her fishnets at Chris' eye level. Ariel looked down at Chris, watching him move to the music. Something about him...different than the other guys. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she wanted to explore it more. The song ended and Ariel hopped back down to Chris. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in a grin, obviously having enjoyed her time in the spotlight. "That was a lot of fun, I love that song. So Chris, what's next?" She looked at him expectantly, her eyes searching his for the answer, her mouth slightly open in excitement.

Chris held a hand up to help her down off the platform. He smiled at her and was actually having fun. He danced next to her. Looking up at her. Watching how she moved. His eyes followed her, dragging over her body. The languid movements that had grown from her time as a mermaid had developed into a sensual dance. And he enjoyed it. As she looked down at him he smiled up at her. Holding a hand up to help her down. His fingers closing to interlace into her hand. He lead her away back to the bad. And waved for another Vodka sprite for her. He then leaned against it facing her. His blue eyes bright as he smiled at her. "Hmmm, what are you in the mood for, Ariel? We could dance some more. Or just go walking and see what is out there. Unless you have somewhere to be, or a time limit on going somewhere. I am in no rush."

Ariel leaned into Chris, wrapping his hands around his body and placing them on his back. She brought herself in towards him, pressing herself up against his chest and standing up on her tiptoes so that her head rested on his shoulder. She put her lips up to his ear and whispered. "I know where I'm supposed to be. But where I want to be is with you. Let me discover you? Let's get out of here and see where the night takes us." Ariel backed away from Chris, moving her hands up to his shoulders and then down to his hands, taking one and leading him from the club. Ariel knew she could have any guy in the club that she desired, but still, something about Chris made her giddy and nervous. Something about the way he spoke, the way he handled himself. It reminded her of the prince she had falled in love with long ago, but more relaxed, rough around the edges. Not pompous and haughty, as she'd discovered Eric to be. Ariel and Chris walked out the front of the club, into the night, storefront lights' reflections twinkling in the street. The air was cool and a refreshing hit after being in the hot, stuffy club for a couple hours. The vodka sprites were working on their magic, and Ariel leaned close to Chris as they walked down the street. She turned to look at him. "So, where to? Take me somewhere fun. Somewhere that I haven't seen yet." Ariel might be into him, but she still wanted to give him a challenge.

Chris smiled as he walked with Ariel out of the club. She was so... vibrant and alive. He leaned down as she came up to whisper in his head. And he just laughed at that. He knew where she should be. That was far from a secret. But what was much more interesting was what she asked to do. Let me discover you. With her lips so close to his ear, his mind whirled with what that meant. There was no hiding what it meant. The implication. Chris licked his lips. The red flesh glistening as his deisire grew. He followed her then. Not saying anything. But holding her hand. She was... well, in many ways such a nerd. His eyes followed her swinging hips. The hair that swished. The 19 year old young woman leading him somewhere. ANd all he could think about was discovering more of her. Both her body, exactly what sorts of tattoos did she have? How far did they go? What other body piercings did she have? And now came the challenge. He looked at her for a moment. His brow furrowing as he thought about it. Then he had a massive grin. He knew where to go. He took her hand and walked her down the street. He used to work in a big office block just down the road from them. It was one of these buildings were people were always working late. And the stairwell was never locked. He also used the parking there for his car. He didn't plan to drive. But he did have a blanket. He stopped and grabbed that from the trunk, then started to head up the stairs. "I've got something to show you." Ontop of the building, there was a section that smelled a little bit like smoke. But Chris took Ariel to a corner and laid the blanket out. The moon was shining just across the bay. And the ocean was spread out before them. The lights of the city behind them. And the moon the only thing that picked out the waves that lapped far below them. He went all the way up. The top level was always left open so some people could smoke. But if you went away from that you had a stunning view.

Ariel took Chris' hand as he led to his car. Oh great, she thought, another guy taking me to his car to fuck. I really had hope that this one would be a little more exciting. So it was to her great surprise when Chris took out a blanket and headed into the office building next door. Ariel couldn't hide the grin on her face as Chris led her up the stairs. Something about stairs always excited her, in the sea she could swim to any depth, but on land stairs were the key to getting up above the ground. She climbed them with him, a thin layer of sweat glistening on her pale skin as she came close to reaching the top of the building with him. They got to the top flight, and Chris pushed open the rooftop door. Ariel gasped - up above the city, the stars were so clear, you could even make out the Milky Way. Ariel covered her mouth as she looked up, tears welling in her eyes. She hadn't seen the Milky Way since she was a mermaid. The castle and the city had lights that were far too bright to be able to spot it. But here...it was amazing. Chris had managed to truly surprise and impress her, passed her challenge with flying colors. Chris led Ariel over to the corner of the building and laid the blanket out. As if this surprise couldn't get better - Ariel looked out onto the horizon and saw the sea. Her sea, the moonlight shining on the waves and creating patterns of blue and white that repeated across the horizon. They sat down, and Ariel looked out at the view for a long, long time. Making sure to capture every detail of this memory so that she could remember it for the rest of her life. She turned and laid back, her head on Chris' chest, a huge smile on her face. "You outdid yourself, sir. This is amazing." Ariel turned to face him, putting her hands under his shirt so she could run her hands up his stomach and chest, feeling his skin against hers. "Now it's my turn to impress you." She brought her head up to his, lips meeting in a delicate kiss.

Chris smiled at her as she ran her hands under his chest. He was mostly hairless. His flesh supple and pliant under her touch. And he smelled of the wine and a little bit of fresh sweat from dancing. His blue eyes sparkled as she explored him. He didn't fight her if she was to undo his shirt. He was very pleased to see the rollercoaster of emotions. It was kind of what he had planned. Taking her to a car? Nope! Syke! And now he could see that big goofy smile. The emotions that were playing over the young woman's face. This was perfect. He took hold of her shoulders as he felt the mood shift. She was leaning to kiss him. He pulled her into the moment. Trying to take control. To take the lead. He was somewhere between aggressive and understanding. He was trying to hold her close. Trying to use his hands to give her some feeling that she was on a ride. And it was going somewhere. But... well, the way he kissed was to match hers. Actively trying to work out what sort of kissing style Ariel liked as it was happening. He followed her lead. Bit combined it with a little nibble of her lip. His tongue pressing to hers if she offered it. But not starting with that. Allowing things to develop. His emotions were also all over the place. She was... well, in a very real she was one of the most desired women in the city. And here he was with her. On a rooftop. The stars overhead, and the sea stretched out. After a minute he pulled back from the kiss and ran a hand through her hair. "I know this line is about as cheesy as it can get. But I can't help but goof off. Are you ready to sing for me?" (edited)

Ariel smiled at Chris' question for a long time. "I thought you'd never ask!" she said, with a grin. Suddenly, Ariel stood up and looked to the horizon. Chris must have been wondering what she was looking at, when suddenly the sounds of an orchestral arrangement could be heard out of nowhere. Ariel spun around, and began singing to Chris. [To the tune of Part of Your World: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPve8BwUOdc] Look at my prince Isn't he neat? Wouldn't you think my romance is complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the girl The girl who has everything? Look at his crotch Treasures untold How many wonders can my cavern hold? Look at our bed and you'd think Sure, she's got everything I've got dildos and butplugs a-plenty I've got chains and collars galore You want some sex swings? I've got twenty! But who cares? No big deal I want more I wanna be on top of Chris I wanna see, wanna see 'em fuck me' Lift me off of my, what do you call 'em? Oh, feet Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far Legs are required for twerking, pounding Fucking me under the, what's that word again? Sheet Just want to fuck, just want to suck Just want to ride you like a dump truck Riding you free, wish I could be Part of that world What would I give if I could fuck out of this marriage? What would I pay to spend a day warm in your the bed? Bet'cha with Chris, he'd have me in bliss Bet he would, have me moaning I am convinced, I'm sick of the prince' Ready to stand And ready to feel what the people feel Give em my kinks and get some pleasure What's this fire inside and why does it Burn? When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, love to explore that man down below? What would be bliss Is to be with Chris Part of his world As the song ended, moonlight shone down from the heavens and Ariel - strode? floated? Chris couldn't be sure - down to his side, looking to see his reaction.

Chris looked up at Ariel and licked his lips. He was... well, part horny as fuck. Feeling her soft, nimble fingers touching him had got him worked up. The happy expression as his plan had come to fruition. It had created a perfect atmosphere. BUt now? Now he was treated so something extremely different. He didn't join in himself. He just watched her let go. How she blended the sea and land into something that was entirely hers. He breathed out a sigh as she strode down towards him. The song was beautiful. But also quite goofy. He just giggled as she landed at his side, and he grabbed her hand. He pulled her down ontop of him onto the blanket he had brought with them. "Well, let me show you my reaction." His hand ran through the long red hair, then he pulled her in. Kissing her. His lips were soft. ANd he didn't push the kiss more aggressively. Instead he was trying to find out how she liked to be kissed. He would match her. His other hand moving to her shoulder, pushing the shoulder of her shirt to one side. Pulling her in close, leaning up to taste her. To enjoy the experience.

Ariel glided back to Chris, who was giggling at the campiness of the entire thing. She knew it too, but she had learned that that type of thing just followed her wherever she went. There was no escaping breaking out into song and dance, animals rising from the sea to play drums or a conch horn. So instead she just embraced it and realized it as a part of who she was. Speaking of embracing, Chris took Ariel's hand and pulled her down on top of him. They lay on the blanket, the stars an endless blanket of twinkling lights above them. She felt his strong fingers running through her hair, and the pleasure of his touch caused her to arch her back, her breath barely vocalising the softest of moans. Their lips connected, pleasureful vibrations buzzing as their skin brushed up against each others. She let his tongue slip in, allowing him to taste her and explore her mouth with a sensual passion. The kiss was long and slow and chills ran down her spine as she felt the pads of her tongue brush against his. For a moment, she lost control, biting down onto his lower lip. Ariel pressed herself closely to Chris, grinding up against him, wanting him to give her more.