▶ ORIGINAL TEST DRIVE 2 POST IS LOCATED HERE ▶ ALL NEW TOP LEVELS SHOULD NOW BE POSTED ON TAKE 2
▶ ALL CARRIED OVER OLD TOP LEVELS SHOULD BE LINKED, NOT COPY AND PASTED
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to unprecedented high demand we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We apologize for the inconvenience. We have arranged for a temporary room while we work on processing your reservation as quickly as possible. We appreciate your understanding.
As a special wedding gift from us, we have arranged for you and your new spouse to stay in one of our junior penthouses while you wait. Congratulations on your new marriage. We are so pleased you have chosen our resort for your honeymoon.
You will be notified as soon as your official reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We hope you enjoy the provided amenities and lose yourself in marital bliss. 】
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. 💕
[In lieu of raising her voice over the din of the crowd and the ever-present electronic chatter of the slot machines, Fang leans a bit into Faye's space. This close, their arms gently brush — barely a hair's breadth away from being pressed together.
It's a bit calculated, on Fang's behalf. But for the time being, the game was a way out — no matter that it's likely rigged. She would have to play to get anywhere. And Faye's gorgeous — Fang's annoyed by the pretense of this place, but she's sure as hell not blind. The fact that she's annoyed is cute. Brings color to her cheeks, makes the deep green of her eyes flash.
Fang's easy smile does not fade.] 'Cuz you need me to finish the game, yeah? Suppose you could ask someone else around here, but doubt they'd make you stare off slackjawed like you just did.
[She pokes Faye's cheek, overly familiar. Her grin by now, is that of a smug, self-satisfied cat after eating the family parakeet.] Now, c'mon. Split even with your new friend, Fang.
[ there's an impulse to lean away when her little bubble is encroached upon but she won't yield to it; she stays put, trying to school her expression to something appropriately unrattled. it's hard to remain composed with fang so close like this—her deep green locks with the ethereal green of the other's and finds her breath hitching in the back of her throat. get a grip, girl.
the implications of needing someone always rubs a sore spot. not that fang was wrong to imply that. she does need someone in order to complete the challenge whether she cares to admit it or not. that's what she was doing, wasn't she? reaching out for assistance in spite of herself? it's a step in the right direction. and if it had to be someone, fang was certainly one of the better options.
the teasing earns her a small glare and a huff. slackjawed. ha! yeah right. she swats her hand away. ]
Fang. That's your name? [ look at her trying to act unbothered by all of this. she shifts tensely in her seat. ] Call me Faye. [ to get introductions out of the way. ] I'll go half with you but this is the only time, got it?
[ she leases the woman a pointed look, waiting for that confirmation, before tugging the lever down. the screen spins and lands on 1 - 2 - 4. her watch beeps and she looks down to read the issued task: FUCK PUSSY IN THE CONFESSIONAL. she makes it so that fang can read it for herself because she's suddenly too chicken shit to read it aloud. faye watches her closely while she does, and then blurts out: ]
Well? Are you happy with that or do you want to spin for something else?
[ neverminding the fact she can feel her face burning up. ]
Hey, ouch. [Comes Fang's response, given without any inflection, at being swatted away. Faye's irritation is more funny than offputting, especially given the atmosphere and Fang's general overconfidence. She's not happy with this arrangement, not at all, but how different was this than being in service to a fal'Cie? Not too different, she wagered, and she'd done far worse to fulfill the conditions of her shared Focus with Vanille. This, by comparison, should be a cakewalk, but she's surprised at how awkward it makes her feel, how difficult it is to push away the feeling of being coerced beyond the usual "instrument of fate" imprisonment she'd been subject to under the thumb of her world's gods.
In any case, this teasing is her attempt to circumvent these feelings, make it less stiff and contrived. And it's fun, besides — better than wondering about what the end game was for all of this, why they were really here.]
Yeah, that's my name. And, [again her eyebrows hike up] the only time, eh? Already planning a repeat?
[She looks way too pleased with herself, up until Faye turns her watch in her direction. The good humor fades, replaced by a widening of her eyes and a low whistle.] Damn. Straight to the point, aren't they?
[She absently nudges Faye in the side, as if to say get a load of this. But then, deceptively casually, and almost breezily, she responds.] Happy? That depends on how it goes. If you mean to ask if I'm willing, well, I'm as willing as I'm going to be. [upon noticing Faye's blush, she asks:] And what about you? Not gonna pass out on me, are you?
[ fang's playful arrogance is more helpful than it is abrasive. faye won't acknowledge this directly. right now, at this moment, she chooses to let it annoy her, but what annoys her more is how jangled her nerves have become. it's important to think clearly. establish some kind of poise. if she's too nervous, she overthinks, her judgment grows fuzzy, and the last place for that to occur is during an intimate act with a complete stranger. faye has to remind herself: collecting the payout relies on their combined efforts. she is only in as much control as she is allotted here.
witnessing the humor leave that beautiful face after fang read the message might have been enough to inspire laughter had it reached beyond her lips. she smirks with bridled amusement. something that lasts all of three seconds once fang starts with her teasing again. that's okay. there's always a counterplay to be made. ]
Pass out? Ha! Don't start boasting already. We haven't even started.
[ this time it's her turn to encrouch upon fang's space, bending forward as she moves to get up from her seat, brushing her body against fang's ever so slightly. unintentionally... or was it? once they're eye-to-eye ( save for a few inches or so ), she gesures vaguely towards their given location, wherever that was, and says: ]
Boasting? [Fang puts a hand to her chest as if wounded by the very thought.] Wouldn't dream of it. Only cold, hard facts from me. [Unusual and unwanted as this game might be, Fang's relieved that Faye's countering her jokes and not withdrawing — good sign. Better than having to navigate all the complex feelings that came with this, or thinking about it as anything other than a means to an end.
When Faye bends, they brush against one another &mdash brief points of contact that leave teasing warmth behind. Before she has time to rib Faye on whether or not this was intentional, she's being asked to lead the way.
There's something funny and ironic about fucking a total stranger in a confessional, as far removed from religion as this particular confessional was. It brought a thrill with it all the same — she'd never been one to lay out her worries to higher authority. Usually they were the ones causing her the worry in the first place, after all. They have to wait for a drunk, laughing couple to make their way out of the little booth first, the heady scent of sandalwood trailing behind them. The woman's bridal veil is half-off, her lipstick smudged. Neither she nor her groom pay Fay and Fang any mind, and Fang turns to watch them go, her gaze intent and lingering.
She seems to relax once their out of sight again, and motions Faye inside the booth with a flourish and a,]
Here we are.
[It's just enough room for the two of them to fit and not much else. Incense burns steadily, sending up lazy, curling patterns of fine white smoke and giving the space an oddly foggy quality, makes it dreamlike. Makes her warm too, in a way she is unfortunately beginning to realize is becoming a semi-frequent feeling. Even unsettled by it, she sits in the confessional like she owns the place, lounged back on one of the booths.] So, do I sit back and enjoy the ride, or, [and here she reaches for Faye's wrist to coax her closer] would you rather I do the honors? Doubt the watch minds either way.
[ the irony isn't lost on faye either. she's never been inside of a confessional for its intended purposes—the fact her first time involves her doing some unholy activities will automatically make this an experience to remember. there in lives a bit of excitement that she tucks away behind her watchfulness. during their small trek to the booth, faye is subtly eyeing other passerbys and the staff, trying to pick up on something that may not be evident right away in the flamboyancy of this place. but nothing seems too perverse outside the overall pushiness that the staff display. overbold customer service. one of them catches her eye and she quickly averts her gaze, walking just a tad faster.
once the booth is within their sights, faye starts to assess the size and look of it; appears to have just enough room for only two people, which is demonstrated when the drunk couple comes stumbling out, all giggles and smiles, high off their affections. it makes her stomach twist with unease because it cements what she already knew was on the horizon.
the smell of incense and sandalwood fill her nose the closer they get. now passing over the threshold of the entrance, she can taste the smoke in her mouth; feel the warmth embody her senses. it's strangely quiet and every sound feels amplified. while fang takes a seat, faye will close the door behind them and lock it. click. the sound unwantedly loud. she turns around to face the beautiful stranger, basked in what little light is spilling through, and doesn't move until she's lured forward by her wrist. the excitement that she had kept away starts spiderwebbing all over her. ]
If the watch doesn't mind either way... [ she gently nudges fang's legs apart and steps in between them, her stomach doing flips the entire time she's gazing down at her. faye knew it was better to just bite the bullet and get it over with rather than waver in this haze for any longer. that's when she moves to sit in fang's lap, swiftly and unhurried. she drapes a single arm over her shoulder and presses her body a bit closer while she settles, watching fang's face for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty. faye hopes it isn't persent in her own but can't afford to dwell on it, and what helps take her from that is focusing on fang's mouth. she takes her free hand and clips fang's chin between her index and thumb. ] ... then why not we both have a bit of fun at the same time? [ a question that is chased by a sudden kiss. ]
There's a plan if I've ever heard one. [Gradually, the background chatter of outside, the near constant sound of the glittering, buzzing slot machines, all of that fades. What's left is this intimate space — the sound of their mingled breathing and the faint rustle of cloth as Faye settles on her lap like she belongs there, leaning forward to kiss her. Fang tilts her head up to meet it, eyes fluttering shut. Surrounded by the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and incense, she finds herself gradually relaxing into this role, can almost believe she's some eager groom with her new bride. It's a lie, a bizarre sort of mockery of romance, like most of the things here, but for a time she allows herself to get lost in the fantasy of it.
Her hands trace along Faye's back, fingers trailing down her spine, up her sides. She squeezes her hips, moves lower still to hike up Faye's bridal dress to her upper thighs.]
No garter? [She jokes breathlessly between hot kisses. There's a smile in her voice.] What am I supposed to take off with my teeth?
[ the aroma of the room is certainly inebriating but not more than the suppleness of fang's mouth. her entire body seems to enter into a melting state right there in her lap as the kiss continues. faye isn't aware she's doing it; both arms come up to encircle around fang's neck so that she can press herself even closer and continue melting into her. much like a real couple sharing that kiss of revitalized passion having achieved a new level in their relationship, because now they're married—that's your wife. she's yours. and while that wasn't the case for them, there's a phantom of that possession stirring. an urge that sits and festers in her gut. a dull but unrelenting ache waiting to spill.
a trail of goosebumps follow where fang's hands go and faye gives her a small squeeze with her thighs. she almost doesn't catch what she says, too busy chasing one kiss with another, but there's a matching smile in her voice when she jests in return. ] I think my panties are your next best bet. [ fang may take that as an invitation, though faye will use it more as a testament to her impulsivity, further exhibited when she takes one of fang's hands and guides it to the warmth between her legs where the fabric barrier of her lacey panties, along with her growing arousal, can be discovered. ]
[Pleasantly lost in the heat and wet softness of Faye’s mouth, the press of their skin against one another, head fuzzy from perfumed air and closeness both, her own mind begins to fill in the spaces of their… relationship, making it fuzzy around the edges. Later she will turn this event over in her head and puzzle at it, but why think about that now, when Faye’s thighs have tightened wonderfully around her? That away from the gaudy brightness and noise of the casino, tucked here in this intimate space, she was hers. They belonged to each other.]
That so? [Despite the lazy drawl of Fang’s voice, her breath hitches in her throat when Faye takes her hand and guides it past her thigh, up until she can feel the heat and dampness of her against the pads of her fingers. She begins to stroke her slowly through the thin fabric, then leans forward to murmur in her ear, voice low and intent.]
Then I ought to get started, hm? [a beat, and then:] Up you go.
[And lifting Faye off her lap, Fang slips out from under her, kneeling in front of her and swinging her legs over her shoulders with a familiar sort of ease. That done, she presses a kiss to Faye’s inner thigh, gaze flicking up to study her reaction. The electric green of her eyes smolders to something darker.]
Tradition, and all. Wouldn’t want to shirk my responsibilities.
[ before she can fully appreciate the sensation forming between her legs, fang is up and moving her, which impels a surprised grunt from her throat. she doesn't fight it and instead follows fang's lead by letting her do whatever she wants. now her legs are draped over the woman's shoulders, her thighs framing that beautiful face, and she's biting back shivers from the startling green gaze, thick with unabated desire, cutting through shadows to peer up at her.
faye hikes her dress up further to remove any possible obstruction, and tilts her hips forward slightly. there's a curious glint in her eyes as she watches her closely; a drunken smile that curls at the corners of her lips. the warm press of fang's mouth against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh creates a thread of yearning that stitches its way up her spine and suddenly the need to have that mouth all over her is overwhelming. ]
Mm, can't have a doomed marriage because you broke tradition, now can we?
[ faye exhales a breathy laugh and shifts in her seat. anticipation and arousal alike start to swirl in her stomach, cultivating an ache that's almost unbearable. dizzying. she won't realize what she's saying anymore as the moment blossoms—the line between serious and playful starting to blur. she licks her lips, gaze flitting between fang's eyes and her mouth. her voice lowers to something sultry. ]
Now show me how you use that pretty mouth of yours.
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It's a bit calculated, on Fang's behalf. But for the time being, the game was a way out — no matter that it's likely rigged. She would have to play to get anywhere. And Faye's gorgeous — Fang's annoyed by the pretense of this place, but she's sure as hell not blind. The fact that she's annoyed is cute. Brings color to her cheeks, makes the deep green of her eyes flash.
Fang's easy smile does not fade.] 'Cuz you need me to finish the game, yeah? Suppose you could ask someone else around here, but doubt they'd make you stare off slackjawed like you just did.
[She pokes Faye's cheek, overly familiar. Her grin by now, is that of a smug, self-satisfied cat after eating the family parakeet.] Now, c'mon. Split even with your new friend, Fang.
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the implications of needing someone always rubs a sore spot. not that fang was wrong to imply that. she does need someone in order to complete the challenge whether she cares to admit it or not. that's what she was doing, wasn't she? reaching out for assistance in spite of herself? it's a step in the right direction. and if it had to be someone, fang was certainly one of the better options.
the teasing earns her a small glare and a huff. slackjawed. ha! yeah right. she swats her hand away. ]
Fang. That's your name? [ look at her trying to act unbothered by all of this. she shifts tensely in her seat. ] Call me Faye. [ to get introductions out of the way. ] I'll go half with you but this is the only time, got it?
[ she leases the woman a pointed look, waiting for that confirmation, before tugging the lever down. the screen spins and lands on 1 - 2 - 4. her watch beeps and she looks down to read the issued task: FUCK PUSSY IN THE CONFESSIONAL. she makes it so that fang can read it for herself because she's suddenly too chicken shit to read it aloud. faye watches her closely while she does, and then blurts out: ]
Well? Are you happy with that or do you want to spin for something else?
[ neverminding the fact she can feel her face burning up. ]
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In any case, this teasing is her attempt to circumvent these feelings, make it less stiff and contrived. And it's fun, besides — better than wondering about what the end game was for all of this, why they were really here.]
Yeah, that's my name. And, [again her eyebrows hike up] the only time, eh? Already planning a repeat?
[She looks way too pleased with herself, up until Faye turns her watch in her direction. The good humor fades, replaced by a widening of her eyes and a low whistle.] Damn. Straight to the point, aren't they?
[She absently nudges Faye in the side, as if to say get a load of this. But then, deceptively casually, and almost breezily, she responds.] Happy? That depends on how it goes. If you mean to ask if I'm willing, well, I'm as willing as I'm going to be. [upon noticing Faye's blush, she asks:] And what about you? Not gonna pass out on me, are you?
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witnessing the humor leave that beautiful face after fang read the message might have been enough to inspire laughter had it reached beyond her lips. she smirks with bridled amusement. something that lasts all of three seconds once fang starts with her teasing again. that's okay. there's always a counterplay to be made. ]
Pass out? Ha! Don't start boasting already. We haven't even started.
[ this time it's her turn to encrouch upon fang's space, bending forward as she moves to get up from her seat, brushing her body against fang's ever so slightly. unintentionally... or was it? once they're eye-to-eye ( save for a few inches or so ), she gesures vaguely towards their given location, wherever that was, and says: ]
Lead the way, new friend Fang.
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When Faye bends, they brush against one another &mdash brief points of contact that leave teasing warmth behind. Before she has time to rib Faye on whether or not this was intentional, she's being asked to lead the way.
There's something funny and ironic about fucking a total stranger in a confessional, as far removed from religion as this particular confessional was. It brought a thrill with it all the same — she'd never been one to lay out her worries to higher authority. Usually they were the ones causing her the worry in the first place, after all. They have to wait for a drunk, laughing couple to make their way out of the little booth first, the heady scent of sandalwood trailing behind them. The woman's bridal veil is half-off, her lipstick smudged. Neither she nor her groom pay Fay and Fang any mind, and Fang turns to watch them go, her gaze intent and lingering.
She seems to relax once their out of sight again, and motions Faye inside the booth with a flourish and a,]
Here we are.
[It's just enough room for the two of them to fit and not much else. Incense burns steadily, sending up lazy, curling patterns of fine white smoke and giving the space an oddly foggy quality, makes it dreamlike. Makes her warm too, in a way she is unfortunately beginning to realize is becoming a semi-frequent feeling. Even unsettled by it, she sits in the confessional like she owns the place, lounged back on one of the booths.] So, do I sit back and enjoy the ride, or, [and here she reaches for Faye's wrist to coax her closer] would you rather I do the honors? Doubt the watch minds either way.
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once the booth is within their sights, faye starts to assess the size and look of it; appears to have just enough room for only two people, which is demonstrated when the drunk couple comes stumbling out, all giggles and smiles, high off their affections. it makes her stomach twist with unease because it cements what she already knew was on the horizon.
the smell of incense and sandalwood fill her nose the closer they get. now passing over the threshold of the entrance, she can taste the smoke in her mouth; feel the warmth embody her senses. it's strangely quiet and every sound feels amplified. while fang takes a seat, faye will close the door behind them and lock it. click. the sound unwantedly loud. she turns around to face the beautiful stranger, basked in what little light is spilling through, and doesn't move until she's lured forward by her wrist. the excitement that she had kept away starts spiderwebbing all over her. ]
If the watch doesn't mind either way... [ she gently nudges fang's legs apart and steps in between them, her stomach doing flips the entire time she's gazing down at her. faye knew it was better to just bite the bullet and get it over with rather than waver in this haze for any longer. that's when she moves to sit in fang's lap, swiftly and unhurried. she drapes a single arm over her shoulder and presses her body a bit closer while she settles, watching fang's face for any signs of discomfort or uncertainty. faye hopes it isn't persent in her own but can't afford to dwell on it, and what helps take her from that is focusing on fang's mouth. she takes her free hand and clips fang's chin between her index and thumb. ] ... then why not we both have a bit of fun at the same time? [ a question that is chased by a sudden kiss. ]
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Her hands trace along Faye's back, fingers trailing down her spine, up her sides. She squeezes her hips, moves lower still to hike up Faye's bridal dress to her upper thighs.]
No garter? [She jokes breathlessly between hot kisses. There's a smile in her voice.] What am I supposed to take off with my teeth?
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a trail of goosebumps follow where fang's hands go and faye gives her a small squeeze with her thighs. she almost doesn't catch what she says, too busy chasing one kiss with another, but there's a matching smile in her voice when she jests in return. ] I think my panties are your next best bet. [ fang may take that as an invitation, though faye will use it more as a testament to her impulsivity, further exhibited when she takes one of fang's hands and guides it to the warmth between her legs where the fabric barrier of her lacey panties, along with her growing arousal, can be discovered. ]
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That so? [Despite the lazy drawl of Fang’s voice, her breath hitches in her throat when Faye takes her hand and guides it past her thigh, up until she can feel the heat and dampness of her against the pads of her fingers. She begins to stroke her slowly through the thin fabric, then leans forward to murmur in her ear, voice low and intent.]
Then I ought to get started, hm? [a beat, and then:] Up you go.
[And lifting Faye off her lap, Fang slips out from under her, kneeling in front of her and swinging her legs over her shoulders with a familiar sort of ease. That done, she presses a kiss to Faye’s inner thigh, gaze flicking up to study her reaction. The electric green of her eyes smolders to something darker.]
Tradition, and all. Wouldn’t want to shirk my responsibilities.
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faye hikes her dress up further to remove any possible obstruction, and tilts her hips forward slightly. there's a curious glint in her eyes as she watches her closely; a drunken smile that curls at the corners of her lips. the warm press of fang's mouth against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh creates a thread of yearning that stitches its way up her spine and suddenly the need to have that mouth all over her is overwhelming. ]
Mm, can't have a doomed marriage because you broke tradition, now can we?
[ faye exhales a breathy laugh and shifts in her seat. anticipation and arousal alike start to swirl in her stomach, cultivating an ache that's almost unbearable. dizzying. she won't realize what she's saying anymore as the moment blossoms—the line between serious and playful starting to blur. she licks her lips, gaze flitting between fang's eyes and her mouth. her voice lowers to something sultry. ]
Now show me how you use that pretty mouth of yours.