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EVENS
EVENS: NEW CHARACTERS
Music plays. Instrumental, the tune gentle enough not to disturb peaceful rest. The sudden insistent beep of the Watch is a cutting cacophony across an otherwise sweet lullaby. Upon opening their eyes, new arrivals will quickly discover that something is wrong. The quilt snug across their body is weighty. Crystals glint in a weave of embroidery and cotton shimmers with threads of silver. Dozens of decorative pillows surround the bed. The gauzy curtains of the canopied bed are drawn, obscuring the rest of the room.
Extravagant for a kidnapping. Too extravagent. What’s more, these new guests will find something even stranger than this new diamond-studded suite tucked into bed beside them. Someone else. Who are they, what are they wearing? What happened last night?!
Guests are encouraged to explore the resort from here! There are paper maps available for those who would like and staff are happy to recommend locations if they have any preferences. Enjoy your honeymoon, you lovebirds!
ODDS
ODDS: SPECIAL RE-ARRIVAL
Never trust a hallway in the Golden peacock.
Cross the wrong threshold and time begins to slow. A short hallway becomes long, sheds its doors, only leading to turns without end. Guests too eager to explore the resort have gotten lost before. For how long always varies, dependent upon capriciousness of the resort. Hours? Yes. Years? Yes. Every guest caught in the winding hallways has reported the same thing: time is different there and too difficult to discern.
Some wayward guests have been caught in the endless hallways since the FIRST TDM. Weeks pass before a single doorway appears in the distance. It creaks upon opening before everything goes topsy-turvy. These guests have been let out of a trap door in the depths of Crane's Respite.
All water corridors will eventually lead back to the populated areas of Crane's Respite. The waters are warm, the scent of bath salts returns, and staff are wild with joy at finally finding all of you. They have been beside themselves searching ever since you vanished!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Because we love all of the new characters premiering on this TDM, we kindly request that our Evens prompt be top level exclusive for new characters. Current characters are encouraged to tag in to these prompts with the caveat that they’ve been picked up from their assigned suite (or wherever else they were before) and dumped into the new arrival’s bed. We would like for new characters to have this prompt unique to their top level comments!
▶ Players are welcome to have their current character riff off of these prompts in the log community with the exclusion of the new arrival element. This request is just for TDM top levels.
▶ Current characters and new characters are both welcome to freely mess around with the Odds prompt with the exclusion of the arrival element. For new characters, players may participate with the idea that their character is exploring Crane’s Respite after their unique arrival in the Evens prompt. The Odds arrival element may also be utilized by current player characters who may have been on an unofficial hiatus in January and did not tag as much as they would have liked, to explain any long IC absence.
▶ Octopi may be killed. If a character decides to eat one of the octopi they may find themselves taking on some of its traits. Which traits are up to player discretion.
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
The house has recently ordered a full changeout of art in all high traffic areas. The elevators in particular have received special attention with many different famous artworks and portraits studded to the walls for guests to admire. These artworks are treasures of the modern world that one would typically see behind glass at a museum. Guests may even find works from their own world hanging in the elevators. Even famous works that maybe have been lost to time. So this is where they ended up. Is that Vermeer's The Concert?
Guests may find their elevator suddenly stopping without warning. The portraits on the wall stir, curiously studying them, but there are three main portraits calling the shots. The portrait that controls that particular elevator will make their demands known with the threat that, if they are not obeyed, you will be trapped forever.
Elevators will function after the portrait's demands are met. Guests that hold out and refuse may find themselves trapped upwards of twelve hours. Guests with the ability to do so may crawl out of the top emergency door, free to go wherever they want from there.
GREAT TIT!
GREAT TIT!
Great Tit! is the Golden Peacock’s popular dessert bar and cafe. With its bright pops of color and whimsical treats, guests simply can’t resist stopping in for a butt shaped cookie and hazelnut coffee. After catching wind that the resort has decided to celebrate a dessert shop's most lucrative holiday, Great Tit! is ready to impress the masses. Advertisements for limited edition drinks and desserts rain the main lobby; one can’t go three steps without slipping on a neon pink coupon for 10 percent off nipple buns. Guests that decide to pass by the cafe will find themselves assaulted with confetti cannons and eager employees ushering them inside.
Guests will find a temporary communal shower room upon exiting Great Tit! where they can wash off after a fun day of rolling around in sugar. All guests will be gifted a tee branded with a, CHOCOLATE IS MY LOVER logo.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ This portraits prompt has been triggered by several characters expressing interest in and investigating the lore of the resort paintings. This is just dipping a beginning toe in, but congrats to all for poking around!
▶ Portraits in the elevator should not be destroyed, purely for continuity’s sake. If a character would go far enough to attack one of the portraits, the portrait will slap them back with ghostly power.
▶ Characters may also figure other ways out of the elevator if they have specific abilities to do so. While the portraits can control the elevators, they cannot control your character(s). Any destruction to the elevator itself is liable to result in a rush of security dragging the culprit(s) away to the Iron Net.
▶ Great Tit! is running a massive sale! Even characters who are on the broke end of the spectrum will be able to afford to join in on the fun and indulge in sugar at these prices.
▶ Players are encouraged to make up any other elements for the Hall of Chocolate. If it’s a dessert and edible, it’s there. Enjoy your sugar coma!
▶ While the chocolate boxes are ICly limited due to Alessandro’s skills as a chocolatier, this is only an IC mechanic. There is no OOC limitation on this prompt as far as chocolate rarity goes.
THE NEST
ALICE AND THE PARROTS
Fashion boutiques are a dime a dozen in the Nest. The shopping hub is massive, lined with stores all trying to aggressively appeal to guests. A challenge in itself — but the guests of the Golden Peacock are no ordinary people. Used to being pampered and fed excitement, if these boutiques don’t bust their bottoms to appeal to the fickle nature of their patrons, they won’t be in business for much longer! One particular boutique, Alice and the Parrots, is riding winds of romantic thrill and churning out a couple of brand new fashion lines sure to draw in loads of chips.
Guests are welcome to try on clothes in Alice and the Parrots' dressing rooms. These dressing rooms are small and can only accommodate two people sharing at a time. Such is the life of a small boutique store. Sharing is no big deal, right? And there’s no way you can buy clothing this expensive without giving it a test first.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players are encouraged to make up whatever cute outfits they would like for this prompt.
▶ Wedding clothes do not have to be cute and frilly; this section accommodates tastes of everyone.
▶ Alice and the Parrots is more expensive than Love Dove. Their clothing quality is excellent but their price tags are high. Staff may watch low ranks extra diligently to cut off any stealing. Thieves will be chased by NPC security! Anyone caught gets a day in the Iron Net.
CASINO CHAPEL
CASINO FLOOR
A Pop up Chapel has appeared in the Phoenix Casino. Guests are delighting in playing out weddings and pretending to get married — and a few guests are even tying the knot for real. They aren't worried about the sanctity of marriage; they can divorce tomorrow if they get bored of each other. And everyone knows that getting married doesn't mean you can't fuck whoever you want!
Since the resort isn't keeping track of how many marriages a guest has, all guests are encouraged to marry as many people as they would like. The more the merrier!
Wild wedding events will continue all throughout the month of February, until the guests find it's gotten stale. A divorce rush will round out the fun at the end of the month.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Weddings are not legally binding. Birdvis is not registered as a real officiant, but he does have an excellent beak and pompadour.
▶ Prizes from easy mode slot machines are automatic and do not require mod thumbs up to claim.
▶ Chip prize from difficult mode slot machines is automatic. The special prize is 5 reward points to add to your bank on rewards. Players who wish to claim the special prize should link the finished thread (the kink in question has been completed) under their rewards header with the header, Wedding Slot Machine. If you do any combination of 6/6 (finger hand lol) we ask you somehow make this sexy or involve a climax in order to claim the points.
BLANKET CW: Aphrodisiac; Compulsion; Costumes; Dubcon; Entrapment; Foodplay; Gambling; Lingerie; Matrimony; Tentacles; NSFW Images and Language; NTR; Nudity; Roleplay; Sacrilegious Themes
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. The house is still observing and deciding. As rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's February event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Please make sure to review the arrival prompt notes! Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are priority and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread anyway!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
▶ Thank you for spending Valentine's Day with us! You're our sweetheart this year. 💕
( ooc: kinklist is here. Tyler is an AFAB trans man who has had top surgery but not lower surgery and therefore has his original configuration of genitals. His pronouns are he/him. )
WELCOME; elevators The hard-up maiden
With the portrait's expectation set, the elevator slowing to a halt and budging exactly nowhere, Tyler glances across at his companion with a fairly large amount of trepidation. There's something about being trapped in an elevator that stirs some deep-seated, primal fear in him and that's laughable for obvious reasons. Hardly like cavemen and elevators go together.
"So..." he starts, eyes shifting back to the portrait again who's staring right back at him. His cheeks feel hot but he's trying to reassure himself he's not blushing as hard as he feels like he is. Usually he's less likely to get all shy but when it comes to sex? He has a very limited amount of experience.
"This can't be actually... a thing, right? We're not actually stuck here until we um..."
WELCOME; great tit licked cream
This is the first time he's ever played with whipped cream let alone been covered head to toe in it. How it stays on without running off him is impressive considering how hot he feels and that sensation only amps up as his partner in this particular adventure approaches.
He definitely needs to learn that not every dare actually has to be met head on. But here he is, naked beneath the layer of cream. Skin prickling with barely contained nerves and arousal messy deep in his stomach.
"I'll try not get too churned on."
Sure, yeah. Cover up the deep vulnerability here with some dairy-related puns. He closes his eyes and tries not to shiver.
"What happens if a contender is lactose intolerant, anyway?"
Yussa lifts a brow at the portrait, but his expression is otherwise placid save for an air of annoyance. If teleporting didn't burn energy and potentially limit his spell casting, he'd do it a lot more. As it is, he's stuck walking most places and has to use the elevators on occasion. He can practically feel the anxiety rising in his unfortunate companion. He seems young, which is enough to give Yussa some sympathy.
"I'm afraid she likely is. On my fist day here, I was trapped in a closet for nigh on half an hour while some little spirit waited for me to kiss the person I was in there with." Yussa regrets nothing, but he still dislikes being forced into situations like this. But this is the game, and they must play.
"Though I sincerely doubt the capacity to need anything in that state."
His voice is quiet, almost gentle, and his eyes are the color of polished gold as he peers over at his fellow prisoner in this.
The sinking feeling is Tyler's brain acknowledging that his elevator buddy is probably right. After he arrived there had been a steep learning curve with things like elves are real and you're not in Alaska anymore. For better or worse, Tyler is suspending his disbelief if only to keep a shred of his sanity, as backwards as that seems.
The sinking feeling though is his very real concern at how the elf seems to be nonplussed by the idea of going at it and it's difficult for Tyler not to assume his inexperience will be embarrassing. Especially in front of somebody this hot.
Fuck.
"Great. A new and novel conversation starter for my therapist. Sure."
Is he stalling for time? You bet.
"No offense. It's not you. You're very--" he gestures at the elf and swallows the many flattering words to describe somebody very obviously attractive.
"But seriously?" He stares back at the portrait and gets a sassy look back. "Okay, fine."
"Perhaps it'll be a segue into coping with things we cannot control," he says with a wry smile. His gaze cuts to the portrait again and, after a moment of consideration, he says something and makes a gesture. A spectral hand appears, not much larger than Yussa's own. He shrugs out of the long, open tunic he's wearing and holds it out to the hand. It takes the tunic and promptly holds it in front of the portrait, blocking her view.
"You can look when we're ready. The anticipation is part of the fun." Those comments are directed to the portrait before he turns his attention back to his companion. "I'm Yussa."
The whole lacking control business. The out of control feeling isn't cute and in his experience is something he'd rather keep an iron grip on. Rather than continue griping, he watches on as his companion seemingly summons a ghostly looking hand out of thin air and for a second Tyler's brain short circuits.
"That's so cool," he murmurs and then the whole purpose behind it becomes clear and he feels embarrassed, grateful and weirdly aroused all at once.
"Um, Tyler. That's me." Holding out a hand, he tries not to stare too openly at the handsome features of his elevator buddy but it's difficult without looking like he's socially inept.
"Tyler," he repeats, ensuring the pronunciation is right. He accepts Tyler's hand, his own elegant and, based on the gestures he made a moment ago, quite dexterous. "I would say that it's a pleasure, but unfortunately these are not ideal circumstances. None the less, we can attempt to enjoy ourselves."
Yussa cuts a look over his shoulder at the portrait, which is currently complaining.
"Tsk. Keep that up and I will find a way to turn you around," he threatens the maiden. With a quiet sigh, he returns his attention to the young man in front of him. He's nervous, Yussa can tell that much without being intuitive. They could be here for a while, so perhaps there's no need to rush. He steps closer.
"Will you kiss me, Tyler?" he asks, somewhere between coy and curious.
Ideal circumstances probably don't include a perverted portrait, Tyler definitely agrees on that much. But he probably also wouldn't be setting any kind of sordid affairs in an elevator either. There's a buzz of excitement settled under his skin that he's trying not to let rule his head, even as the short elf steps in closer.
"Um, yeah?" It's not that he isn't sure if he wants to - he definitely does - but he's almost surprised that they're actually going along with this. Like his brain hasn't fully acknowledged their predicament while also being painfully aware of what's got to happen next.
"Mm," he affirms with a hum. He seems sweet, and Yussa finds himself rather charmed. "You're rather tall, it would be easier if you came to me."
Perhaps it isn't that Tyler is particularly tall, but Yussa is quite petite. It wouldn't be the first time someone looking at him took a moment to realize the reality of his size, as he tends to fill rooms with his presence. Yussa keeps a gentle hold on Tyler's hand and closes the last bit of space between them.
It's not often that people call him tall, especially now that he's perceived correctly as a man without fail every time. He's used to being a shorter guy in a group of them, but the moment does give itself to that realization about Yussa's height. Tyler wouldn't be able to guess how tall he is, but he has to duck down a fair way so that he can meet inviting lips with his own mouth.
It's luck more than anything that he slots his mouth against the other man's at the perfect angle, even just the soft touch working its way down to his core almost immediately. He has to fight the sharp breath his lungs want, a gasp not fully realized as he squeezes Yussa's hand and grins a bit.
For the sake of helping, Yussa leans up onto the balls of his feet to meet Tyler partway. For balance, his other hand rests on Tyler's chest. Yussa's experience with kissing taller people certainly accounts for some of the coordination, but there's still a smile playing on his lips when Tyler kisses him. He leans more into the younger man and breaks the kiss enough to speak.
"Now then... the maiden demands we be as obscene as possible. But I am willing to take our time getting there, if that is what you need."
Hey, he has nowhere else to be. If Caleb or Yasha notice and worry about his presence, he can always send them messages.
Thinking about what it is he needs is momentarily a stretch, his mind addled by the pleasant sensation of feeling metaphorically but firmly cradled in somebody else's palms in a surprisingly safe way. Tyler assumes everybody has way more experience than he does just by how little he really has to his own name. But the ease the other man is projecting just seems to solidify that assumption.
He can feel the way he's seemingly melting into the shorter man's hands just at the idea of doing anything obscene. Another thread of arousal seems to anchor itself to his core.
"It's not that, I just... don't really know what I'm doing?"
"That's all right. I think I have enough experience for the both of us." Yussa considers a moment, then without judgement, asks "Would I be your first?"
It seems worth knowing, even if in a place like this there is every chance that even if Tyler arrived a virgin, he may not be one for very long. But it might give Yussa cause to adjust his expectations. His thumb brushes lightly along Tyler's where their hands are still holding. Regardless of experience, Yussa is at least certain that the young man is no longer feeling quite so reticent.
He could spin a little lie and say no, but Tyler's sexual experience could be written on the back of a postal stamp. Outside of some heavy petting with Michael, they never went all the way before they decided friends was probably a better vibe for them.
So the pink of Tyler's cheeks probably answer the question without the follow up "yeah" that's exhaled moments later. It's a little embarrassing but only when faced with somebody as attractive as Yussa actually finding out about it.
"I regret that this is a less-than-ideal setting for that sort of exploration, but needs must." He wants to get out of this elevator and he's quite certain Tyler does, too. "I can abide by any limitations, and I will do what I can to put you at ease."
Yussa tries to think of how best to handle this. It's been some time since he was with anyone inexperienced, but that doesn't mean he can't make the effort. He leans up to give Tyler another kiss. It would help if they weren't being required to be filthy, but they don't have the luxury. Yussa feels something change and glances down. He arches a brow when he sees a few sex toys have appeared on the floor.
"Very helpful," he says dryly. He sighs and looks back up at Tyler apologetically, as if he has any control over this. He can't keep the portrait from interjecting, as much as he'd like to.
Riven just shrugs when the elevator stops and the portrait starts talking, more curious than anything else. So the portrait wants them to have sex — she can do that. The man across from her, on the other hand, seems much less willing.
She presses buttons on the elevator, first the button for the next floor up, then the one for the door. Neither of them functions. “Looks like we are.” Her voice is just barely seductive, still mostly casual.
"Great, nothing weird about that at all," he murmurs and eyes the portrait before looking across the admittedly already small space at the woman at the panel of buttons. There's part of him that wants to try pressing the buttons himself out of some need to feel like he's doing something to help, but realistically he's started to get a beat on this place now. He's starting to realize he should be ready to have sex at any time.
What makes it that much worse is that he's pretty quick to get worked up, especially when faced with somebody he finds attractive. So just thinking about what it is they need to do is making his skin feel hot beneath his clothes.
"I'm Tyler."
He has no idea if offering his name is a cool thing to do or not. Maybe the woman would like to keep it nameless, but he's not hit a level yet where he isn't slightly awkward in situations like this.
Coming from a world that has magic, Riven doesn’t find it as strange. She woke up in a different world this morning. It makes sense that it would have diferent magic. The idea of a world whose magic seems to be entirely focused on sex is new, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting. She can rest assured that she won’t be bored here.
Frankly, this man is attractive. If she does end up having sex with him, she’ll like it.
“I’m Riven.” She doesn’t have to think about it, but if Alexis comes out, the other alter will. It’s nice, the way it’s all worked out. She can just be someone else, experience the world through someone else’s eyes for a while.
Trying hard not to seem like this is way outside of his usual experience, he chews on his bottom lip and looks to the portrait briefly before back to the woman. He's so unpracticed when it comes to flirting too that he feels like he's upstream without a paddle.
"What um... what kinda thing are you into?"
Okay, straight down the line then. Not floundering at all. His back is practically pressed up against the side of the elevator as he asks, not making any kind of move because that feels wrong without any express consent.
[After a stop off at Alice and the Parrots to try on new clothes, Marina had settled on something she found funny. The Church of Alllmer must have some equivalent to nuns, so she deviously dawned the costume party approximation of just that. Full habit, though some of her pigtails poke out each side, a modest top, though the long skirt had equally long slits up each side. Appearing modest and relatively accurate when standing still, but flashing bare legs beneath when moving or sitting down. She'd never wanted to stick with the Church passed her studies into the occult, but to make light of and be a degenerate in a twisted version of their sacred garb?
Fun!
She leaves all dressed up and finds herself compelled towards the confessional booths. Not sure why, Marina doesn't worry about it too much. Spotting the slot machines close by, she prowls around a bit, giving people a playful look of judgement. It seems to really embarrass some, getting watch over by a woman-of-the-cloth as sexual phrases ding-ding-ding! into place on the machines.
Tyler catches her eye, looking particularly attractive and out of place. Marina skips over to him when he stops in front of one of the slots. She's not able to read his face fully to whether he is curious, baffled, or something else entirely. She puts the flats of her hands together, as if in prayer for him!]
O, handsome sinner, [nailed it] the only way to purge temptation is to face it head on. That's the way to true divinity!
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WELCOME; elevators
The hard-up maiden
With the portrait's expectation set, the elevator slowing to a halt and budging exactly nowhere, Tyler glances across at his companion with a fairly large amount of trepidation. There's something about being trapped in an elevator that stirs some deep-seated, primal fear in him and that's laughable for obvious reasons. Hardly like cavemen and elevators go together.
"So..." he starts, eyes shifting back to the portrait again who's staring right back at him. His cheeks feel hot but he's trying to reassure himself he's not blushing as hard as he feels like he is. Usually he's less likely to get all shy but when it comes to sex? He has a very limited amount of experience.
"This can't be actually... a thing, right? We're not actually stuck here until we um..."
WELCOME; great tit
licked cream
This is the first time he's ever played with whipped cream let alone been covered head to toe in it. How it stays on without running off him is impressive considering how hot he feels and that sensation only amps up as his partner in this particular adventure approaches.
He definitely needs to learn that not every dare actually has to be met head on. But here he is, naked beneath the layer of cream. Skin prickling with barely contained nerves and arousal messy deep in his stomach.
"I'll try not get too churned on."
Sure, yeah. Cover up the deep vulnerability here with some dairy-related puns. He closes his eyes and tries not to shiver.
"What happens if a contender is lactose intolerant, anyway?"
CASINO CHAPEL
Wedding slot machines (spicy)
Open to any rng shenanigans!
elevators
"I'm afraid she likely is. On my fist day here, I was trapped in a closet for nigh on half an hour while some little spirit waited for me to kiss the person I was in there with." Yussa regrets nothing, but he still dislikes being forced into situations like this. But this is the game, and they must play.
"Though I sincerely doubt the capacity to need anything in that state."
His voice is quiet, almost gentle, and his eyes are the color of polished gold as he peers over at his fellow prisoner in this.
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The sinking feeling though is his very real concern at how the elf seems to be nonplussed by the idea of going at it and it's difficult for Tyler not to assume his inexperience will be embarrassing. Especially in front of somebody this hot.
Fuck.
"Great. A new and novel conversation starter for my therapist. Sure."
Is he stalling for time? You bet.
"No offense. It's not you. You're very--" he gestures at the elf and swallows the many flattering words to describe somebody very obviously attractive.
"But seriously?" He stares back at the portrait and gets a sassy look back. "Okay, fine."
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"Perhaps it'll be a segue into coping with things we cannot control," he says with a wry smile. His gaze cuts to the portrait again and, after a moment of consideration, he says something and makes a gesture. A spectral hand appears, not much larger than Yussa's own. He shrugs out of the long, open tunic he's wearing and holds it out to the hand. It takes the tunic and promptly holds it in front of the portrait, blocking her view.
"You can look when we're ready. The anticipation is part of the fun." Those comments are directed to the portrait before he turns his attention back to his companion. "I'm Yussa."
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The whole lacking control business. The out of control feeling isn't cute and in his experience is something he'd rather keep an iron grip on. Rather than continue griping, he watches on as his companion seemingly summons a ghostly looking hand out of thin air and for a second Tyler's brain short circuits.
"That's so cool," he murmurs and then the whole purpose behind it becomes clear and he feels embarrassed, grateful and weirdly aroused all at once.
"Um, Tyler. That's me." Holding out a hand, he tries not to stare too openly at the handsome features of his elevator buddy but it's difficult without looking like he's socially inept.
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Yussa cuts a look over his shoulder at the portrait, which is currently complaining.
"Tsk. Keep that up and I will find a way to turn you around," he threatens the maiden. With a quiet sigh, he returns his attention to the young man in front of him. He's nervous, Yussa can tell that much without being intuitive. They could be here for a while, so perhaps there's no need to rush. He steps closer.
"Will you kiss me, Tyler?" he asks, somewhere between coy and curious.
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"Um, yeah?" It's not that he isn't sure if he wants to - he definitely does - but he's almost surprised that they're actually going along with this. Like his brain hasn't fully acknowledged their predicament while also being painfully aware of what's got to happen next.
"Like... now?"
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Perhaps it isn't that Tyler is particularly tall, but Yussa is quite petite. It wouldn't be the first time someone looking at him took a moment to realize the reality of his size, as he tends to fill rooms with his presence. Yussa keeps a gentle hold on Tyler's hand and closes the last bit of space between them.
"Come here."
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It's luck more than anything that he slots his mouth against the other man's at the perfect angle, even just the soft touch working its way down to his core almost immediately. He has to fight the sharp breath his lungs want, a gasp not fully realized as he squeezes Yussa's hand and grins a bit.
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"Now then... the maiden demands we be as obscene as possible. But I am willing to take our time getting there, if that is what you need."
Hey, he has nowhere else to be. If Caleb or Yasha notice and worry about his presence, he can always send them messages.
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He can feel the way he's seemingly melting into the shorter man's hands just at the idea of doing anything obscene. Another thread of arousal seems to anchor itself to his core.
"It's not that, I just... don't really know what I'm doing?"
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It seems worth knowing, even if in a place like this there is every chance that even if Tyler arrived a virgin, he may not be one for very long. But it might give Yussa cause to adjust his expectations. His thumb brushes lightly along Tyler's where their hands are still holding. Regardless of experience, Yussa is at least certain that the young man is no longer feeling quite so reticent.
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So the pink of Tyler's cheeks probably answer the question without the follow up "yeah" that's exhaled moments later. It's a little embarrassing but only when faced with somebody as attractive as Yussa actually finding out about it.
"I've done some stuff but um... not a lot."
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Yussa tries to think of how best to handle this. It's been some time since he was with anyone inexperienced, but that doesn't mean he can't make the effort. He leans up to give Tyler another kiss. It would help if they weren't being required to be filthy, but they don't have the luxury. Yussa feels something change and glances down. He arches a brow when he sees a few sex toys have appeared on the floor.
"Very helpful," he says dryly. He sighs and looks back up at Tyler apologetically, as if he has any control over this. He can't keep the portrait from interjecting, as much as he'd like to.
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Elevators (Riven/Alexis—OC—New)
Riven just shrugs when the elevator stops and the portrait starts talking, more curious than anything else. So the portrait wants them to have sex — she can do that. The man across from her, on the other hand, seems much less willing.
She presses buttons on the elevator, first the button for the next floor up, then the one for the door. Neither of them functions. “Looks like we are.” Her voice is just barely seductive, still mostly casual.
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What makes it that much worse is that he's pretty quick to get worked up, especially when faced with somebody he finds attractive. So just thinking about what it is they need to do is making his skin feel hot beneath his clothes.
"I'm Tyler."
He has no idea if offering his name is a cool thing to do or not. Maybe the woman would like to keep it nameless, but he's not hit a level yet where he isn't slightly awkward in situations like this.
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Coming from a world that has magic, Riven doesn’t find it as strange. She woke up in a different world this morning. It makes sense that it would have diferent magic. The idea of a world whose magic seems to be entirely focused on sex is new, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting. She can rest assured that she won’t be bored here.
Frankly, this man is attractive. If she does end up having sex with him, she’ll like it.
“I’m Riven.” She doesn’t have to think about it, but if Alexis comes out, the other alter will. It’s nice, the way it’s all worked out. She can just be someone else, experience the world through someone else’s eyes for a while.
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Trying hard not to seem like this is way outside of his usual experience, he chews on his bottom lip and looks to the portrait briefly before back to the woman. He's so unpracticed when it comes to flirting too that he feels like he's upstream without a paddle.
"What um... what kinda thing are you into?"
Okay, straight down the line then. Not floundering at all. His back is practically pressed up against the side of the elevator as he asks, not making any kind of move because that feels wrong without any express consent.
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She leaves all dressed up and finds herself compelled towards the confessional booths. Not sure why, Marina doesn't worry about it too much. Spotting the slot machines close by, she prowls around a bit, giving people a playful look of judgement. It seems to really embarrass some, getting watch over by a woman-of-the-cloth as sexual phrases ding-ding-ding! into place on the machines.
Tyler catches her eye, looking particularly attractive and out of place. Marina skips over to him when he stops in front of one of the slots. She's not able to read his face fully to whether he is curious, baffled, or something else entirely. She puts the flats of her hands together, as if in prayer for him!]
O, handsome sinner, [nailed it] the only way to purge temptation is to face it head on. That's the way to true divinity!
[She pulls the slot.
LICK. COCK/PUSSY. IN THE CONFESSIONAL.]
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