▶ 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. 💕
[ She taps her chin thoughtfully. ] Yeah, I'm pretty lucky. The room's nice! I just hope my fake-wife will calm down eventually, so I'm not too afraid to go back in there.
[ So, it's one of the only outfits she has at the moment. No pressure!
Her mouth opens to say something, but she abruptly jerks away, dropping his hands. It's nothing he's said or done, but--okay, it was something he said, but entirely unintentional. An honorific, after her name? It's jarring. It's a bright ink stain on a pristine white cloth, a stain she can't tear her eyes away from; a reminder of what she was, and yet wasn't. Oh no, the existential dread is bubbling up again, just like it nearly did when she mentioned being a weeb--!
Just as abruptly, she laughs loudly like he's just told a hilarious joke and she only just got it. Which...she hopes he told a joke, or she's going to look weirder than she already does. She had to cover up that long pause somehow, though! ]
Jun! How cute! I, uh. [ Oh crap, the clothes! She forgot about the clothes! ] R-Right! Changing! Ahahaha! We should probably...go into a stall. [ Er! ] Different stalls! It's not like I know you well enough or anything! I mean, seeing each other naked? No way! Ahaha! Ha. Ugh...
[ Not bothering to hide her facepalm over her burning face, she moves to the nearest stall, tucking herself and her shame away inside. God, someone just put her out of her misery... ]
[ He doesn't mention anything about her sudden change in behaviour because he has no idea why it happened. It's puzzling him, almost having him question if he's done something. Even though she continues to act strangely, his initial thoughts of her haven't changed.
Brow furrowed, he looks at her in confusion as she laughs loudly. Did he mispronounce her name? Is that why she finds this so amusing? His mind races with questions, unsure where to start. Jun is struggling with uncertainty, wondering if he has gone too far by using honorifics when talking to Monika. Her laughter has left him with some lingering doubts, despite his sincere belief that this respectful gesture is appropriate.
Without saying a single word, he enters his stall, contemplating her actions while he begins to unbutton his vest. He questions whether she's feeling ashamed for another reason, or whether it was due to what he said. No! That can't be it!! ]
Want me to just hang everything over the top gap? I think it's gonna be easier that way, rather than tryna pass it through the bottom one.
[ When she's safely closed up in her box of emotion, she takes her time to breathe. That, and quietly thunk her head against one of the stall walls. Until she hears him enter the one next to her, anyway. There's a quiet squeak once he does, which is her quickly taking a step back. Wouldn't want him to know she's being weirder!
...She squeaks again when he speaks. So much for that, eh? ]
Oh, yeah! Going under sounds worse. Who knows what's on these floors...
[ She'll try not to think about it, especially when she's inevitably going to have to get barefoot. Maybe she'll balance on one foot while she waits for his shoes?
Sighing at herself, she reaches up to unzip the back of her dress, getting it down after some mild struggling. A few moments later, she's pulled it over her head, then draped it over the top of their shared wall.
Then she goes still. ]
Um. You know, I just thought of something. Ehehe. [ At least he can't see how pink her face must be. ] Do you think we have to exchange, er, you know...
[ Spit it out, you weirdo! Don't stall in the stall! ]
[ What a disaster this has been for him so far, or has it? He finds her strange; it's the only thing he's ever known, which doesn't seem great. It's a good thing Jun remains blissfully unaware of what Monika's doing behind the stall. ]
Yeah, I don't wanna think 'bout whatever's on 'em.
[ That's something they can both agree on, so there's a relief she understands his point. He hasn't given much thought to the shoe issue yet, but once they get there, surely everything will work out.
Once the jacket is off, he casually drapes the clothing over the stall, proceeding with removing his shirt and pants. After nonchalantly sliding his pants down, he casually places the rest of his clothes over the stall, letting out a breath.
As he's on the verge of reaching for the dress, he suddenly halts, struck almost speechless by her phrase. ]
What was that? ... Underwear? Dunno 'bout that one. It only said clothes, but that's an option? Guess if the watch doesn't go off, that's the only way we'll know.
[ Despite his attempt to remain composed, his ears betray his body by searing red. Does he need to feel embarrassed when it's just Monika out there? ]
[ At this rate, they're going to make the whole bathroom steamy, and not from a shower. Or...other things. It's all the blushing, okay! Because she's definitely doing the same.
Seeing his clothes coming over the top didn't help matters. There's a certain thrill to it that she can't ignore. This was intimate, if she really thought about it. Those clothes were on his skin, still holding on to some of the warmth of his body. They'll smell like him. Maybe he won't notice if she grabs them and spends a moment taking in his scent--
N-No! Gross! Creepy! She'd never do anything like that. Who is she, Yuri? Blech. The underwear thing, meanwhile-- ]
Well. Go big or go home, right? [ There's a pause. ] Or maybe just my bra would be okay? Wait, no. Umm!
[ The next pause is longer. Then, without warning, her lacy pink bra has been flung up onto the wall. She's covering her bare chest with her arm on her side, which is pretty dumb, because it's not like the guy has x-ray vision. R-Right?
She snatches down his shirt and quickly puts it on. Better! Now that just leaves... ]
Just...one second for the rest!
[ She can't believe she's doing this. She must be crazy. This feels like a good time to blame this on the evils of capitalism. ]
[ This is definitely a first for him - someone wanting to swap clothes with him. What an unexpected turn of events! Of course, being an idol, he's well aware that fans and people in general are eager for this. He's received plenty of fan mail, but is this really going to happen? ]
Yeah, sure. I've got no qualms with it.
[ Except he probably should, even if he wanted to help her. It's too late to go back now, and he doesn't want to leave her hanging like this. Jun leaves the dress on top for the time being, wishing he could take a look at his face, wanting to know just what he looks like. Probably like a real idiot, but he's glad Monika can't see him.
As the bra's set on the stall, sighing in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose. When he reaches out for it, fingers running along the lace, he can't help but admire it. It's cute, he muses, shortly before another problem strikes him. ]
Might need your help doin' it up, though. Never worn one before.
[ He doesn't know how that might work, especially as he's already half undressed, as she's already, clearly undressed. He pauses for a moment, waiting as she's stated, unsure what he should do.
This will surely be remembered as one of his most laughable choices yet. ]
[ Ohhh, there it is. There's the regret settling in. This situation was tolerable, maybe even okay, when they were in their separate stalls, able to be awkward in their own spaces. But now? God. She hopes her nervous titter wasn't too loud. ]
I mean. It's...not that hard...
[ She says, as if she didn't have to struggle her butt off to figure out how to get that one on, now that she had a real human body to work with. Once again, she's questioning how worth it this is. Was it worth losing what shred of dignity she had left?
Yes. Yes it is. ]
Ahaha, sorry! Sorry! Maybe you could...come to my side and I can open the door enough to help you get it on? You can walk around topless no problem!
[ She says, as if they're not in a place that quite specifically caters to wanting that sort of thing to happen... ]
Are you gonna need help getting my panties on while you're over here, too?
[ ...Did that seriously just leave her mouth? There are definitely some Choices being made in this unholy bathroom today. ]
[ Maybe he should've figured it out on his own first, but the sooner this ends, the better! Right, since they didn't have to wear one another's clothes forever, just until the watch rewarded them with a jingle.
At that, he scoffs, knowing of course she has it easy. Men didn't have to wear bras, so, uh, maybe they were the ones who had it easy? Either way, he shakes his head as if she can see it, which she most definitely can't. ]
It's fine. I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable, is all. But yeah, I can do that no problem.
[ He's used to walking around shirtless, mostly due to the fact he knows he has a good body that he works hard for. So that's not the embarrassing part! Oh, he definitely should have attempted to figure it out himself instead of asking her. He hesitates on unlocking the door, just as she speaks again, hoping no one is listening in on their conversation. ]
Not to be rude, but why would I need your help for that? That's pretty much the easy part.
It's a little late for me to not be uncomfortable...
[ She thinks she's said that quietly enough, but probably not. She's used to being able to talk to herself without repercussions, or having actual ears around to hear her. Not that it has anything to do with him! Mostly. Being half naked in a bathroom, that's the big thing.
Or, hey! Maybe it's her saying things that make some of the patrons filtering in and out snicker. How nice it is to see these rapscallions really embracing the vibe of the resort!
His question yields pained groan #451, as well as a loud smack from her facepalm. She's not sure if she'll be able to look Jun in the eye again after this increasingly arduous task is done. ]
Please...please pretend I didn't say that.
[ Since she can't edit it out and all. After one more groan, the sound of her door opening slightly can be heard. One eye peeks out to wait for him to appear before she'll brave opening it further. His shirt's covering her upper half pretty well, considering how much she's swimming in it, but her lower half, on the other hand... ]
Maybe pretend none of this happened if we ever see each other again, too?
[ He definitely heard her, but he's not willing to push the issue. He respects someone's boundaries, so despite patrons filtering in and out of the bathroom, he doesn't pay attention to those people, either.
Whatever they're making comments about means little to him, and he can easily disregard them as the other guests are usually roaring obscenities at something or someone. (Not that Jun fully understands what Wildcard is, but whatever.) ]
Right, don't worry 'bout it; I will.
[ To both, actually. He has to deal with a lot of people who suffer from mood swings, and his personality is that of a people-pleaser at best, but Monika's reactions confuse him.
He clears his throat before unlocking the stall door, the garment in one hand, as a few patrons turn and snicker. Jun realises this looks unusual, given he's shirtless, but he ignores them and continues walking boldly to the stall next to him, despite his current lack of confidence. He notices her one eye peeking out and kneels a little lower to ensure she's aware of his presence; it honestly looks ridiculous. ]
I'll forget that, too? I'm not out here to embarrass you or anythin'. I'll just pretend like I don't know you, if that's better.
[ She mutters her thanks after a small sigh. Doing this to him is making her feel kind of...bad? He's just trying to help! She shouldn't be such a pain!
Which means prepare for plenty of confusion. Confusing people is what she does best, intentionally and unintentionally. So, it probably won't be total whiplash for her to suddenly be nice and understanding! ]
I'm-- [ She yelps quietly when he suddenly appears in her line of sight. Aaaand add that to the giant list of things they're going to pretend haven't happened! ] I'm sorry! It's just, I didn't wake up today and expect to be swapping clothes with a stranger in a bathroom, ahaha...
[ Then again, the whole "waking up" thing was so new, it was on the same level of crazy as this. ]
Anyway. You don't have to do all that. I walked up to you and asked the stupidest things ever, and you're still helping me? That's really sweet!
[ At last, she pulls the door open a bit more...and she goes silent for a moment. He may be lacking confidence, but she can't tell, given she's too busy staring at all of his, well. Everything.
[ He smiles at her, despite the change of demeanour, there's no hard feelings there between them. At least she hasn't yelled at him yet, so he's not complaining just yet. ]
It's fine, don't worry 'bout it. I've never done something like this before, either. Uh, that's why I thought this was some big joke. Never had a chance to check out the slots, so that's my fault.
[ Despite his verbal jargon, he doesn't feel overly slighted by her. Knowing that there were worse options on the slots than this one, he's glad this one wasn't too bad. Not that he thinks what she asked was stupid. And he's just here to help, but maybe he should be more mindful of that in the future.
He's not completely lacking in confidence; now that she can see him, so it helps with the way she's looking at him, too. But what doesn't help is that people are still coming in and out, paying attention to whatever they're doing. But there's nothing here for them to look at!
Her reaction definitely builds his confidence, showing an almost lopsided smile. And with her positive reaction, he gains confidence, a slightly crooked smile appearing on his face. ]
Heh, thanks! It's appreciated 'cause I work pretty hard. By the way, you look good in my shirt.
[ Another patron snickered behind him, and though he was already aware that he appeared cringy, wanting to return the "compliment" that Monika had given him. Shirt, jacket, whatever! It's all the same in the end. ]
[ Gradually, she drags her jaw up from the floor, clearing her throat and averting her gaze. Her cheeks are pinker than ever. It's definitely an experience, realizing she's full of more hormones than she knows what to do with. Her heart is pounding harder than it already has been from the thrill of it all. ]
Maybe the slots aren't so bad if I got to meet you...?
[ There she goes again, talking to herself. She realizes it this time, though, and glances back his way. Maybe she needed a moment like this to let loose? Enjoy herself? At least a little, until she can find the Player. This life she's been given is a gift, and she should treat it like one!
Confidence seems to build in her as well, and she cracks the door open some more, not curling in on herself, or trying to shield her bare parts as much. And look! She rests one of her hands on her hip, giving a cute pose. ]
You sure do! [ She winks. ] And it's perfect, because I get to have a part of you wrapped all around me~
[ She's not helping with making this sound less questionable to everyone else in the bathroom, is she... ]
C'mon. Let's get you into my bra.
[ Someone in a nearby stall outright laughs. So weird! ]
[ It's adorable to see her blush, but now isn't the time to dwell on it. Their main goal is to swap clothes. He's unsure if he should address her comment or ignore it. Maybe it's best to let it go for now and worry about it later.
Despite the whiplash, he genuinely finds her nice, albeit confusing. Maybe Jun shouldn't base it on a few interactions, but he's still going to. And it's a new and exciting experience to relax and unwind with someone of the opposite gender outside of an event or performance. Being an idol contained limitations, but here, there were none. ]
Thanks again, I gotta admit I still like hearing that. Long as it stays warm, I don't mind.
[ With a slight turn, he slides his arms into the straps, chuckling to himself. It's a far cry from slipping on a shirt; it feels more akin to donning an extravagant stage costume. Yet, even that comparison falls short when it comes to the sensation of wearing a bra. And to make matters worse, the person in the adjacent stall seems to find it amusing! ]
You just put your arms in like this, right? Feels pretty strange, so I dunno how you wear one all the time.
Ahaha, no problem. And I wouldn't want to make you cold again, now would I~?
[ Gosh. How nice it is, to just be normal. Talking to a really nice, really cute guy, having fun, and maybe even...flirting? If you ignore the bathroom part, this is just like any fantasy she's occupied herself with while in video game hell!
It's even better when he turns away. She can stare without worries (unless she ever notices her reflection in the mirrors nearby giving her away), and marvel further at the new side of him she gets to see. It's mesmerizing, the flexing of his muscles, the way his skin looks...
Oh, right. Her bra. ]
Yeah! I mean, to the putting it on part. Me, I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to wearing one. It feels different in the real world. All the pressure and tightness and--
[ There's that stranger laughing again. If Jun looks, he'll get to see her wincing in the mirror before reaching out to help with getting the bra in the right position. It's not as easy as she thinks it'll be, because the second her fingers make contact with his bare skin, her eyes widen at what she feels. Almost immediately, she presses in closer, fascinated. So this is what a real, living person felt like...?
Oh, right. Again, her bra. She blinks out of her stupor, smoothing the band down and securing the hooks. It's a mildly tight fit, but it shouldn't be too bad. She hopes. ]
Is that good? [ Her hands are still lingering on his back, unconsciously feeling over his shoulder blades. ] Need any adjustments?
Nah, don't think you could ♪ I'm feeling pretty warm.
[ Flirting with someone in such an unusual place might seem odd, but he can't help but enjoy the company of someone nice and cute. Despite not being in the most ideal setting, he's having a pretty good time! And despite the casino and resort pushing them out of their comfort zones, it's not turning out to be such a bad experience.
Exhaling deeply, he directs his gaze forward, deliberately avoiding the multitude of bathroom mirrors surrounding them. However, this time, he lifts his head, drawn by the sound of laughter and catches sight of Monica wincing. Just as he's about to utter comforting words, to put her at ease, he suddenly feels her gentle touch upon his skin. While she's correct about the discomfort and constriction of wearing a bra, her touch brings him comfort. He's not actively paying attention to her adjusting the straps or any other details.
He's realised that being touched is a pleasant sensation, and it's not like he hasn't experienced it before! It's common for people to assist him in putting on stage outfits, and girls have even asked to caress his abs. However, there's a distinctiveness to her particular touch, fingers and hands lingering on his shoulder blades. It's as if no one has ever explored his muscles this way, causing his back muscles to subtly flex in response to her touch. ]
It..it feels good. Doesn't need any adjustments. Yeah, it's fine.
[ His thoughts are scattered, mind jumbled, but he's managing well. (Or as well as he can.) ]
[ He's speaking, but she's barely hearing him. The flexing is too mesmerizing. She could do this for hours and never get bored, just watching a person react to her. Wouldn't it be a win-win? She gets to do whatever she wants, and the other person gets the pleasure of being her test subject! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
Well, that won't happen in a bathroom, but she can snatch whatever small touches she can manage for now. Her fingers trail down his spine, soft giggles leaking past her lips with each rise and fall. Once she gets low enough, she gets a little braver, sliding diagonally, brushing over one of his hips. She bites her lip, knowing what lurks further ahead, and oh God, what if she slid her hand forward--
No! No, no, no! Bad thought. She'll cover this blunder up somehow! ]
Could you come in here with me? Just for a little bit? It'd. It'd probably be easier to switch our, er...undies that way. Maybe?
[ Now completely unaware of anyone else in the bathroom as her fingers brushed against his skin, releasing a sigh with each gentle touch. Despite the distraction of her giggles and caresses, Jun's reluctant to pull away, even though he knows he probably should.
Retreating seemed like the logical option, but it was too late for that now, especially when her fingers graze over his exposed hip. His hips nearly buckle, but he manages to keep them from doing so. It feels different, even though his stage partner touches his hip many times, there's something nice about her touch in particular. Currently, he's unsure of how to interpret this, leaving her with the freedom to explore without constraint. ]
Yeah, if it'll be easier... I.. could do that.
[ There's the laughter again, and then some heavy breathing. Weird. ]
[ "Easier," she says. "Easier," he says. She chose a terrible word. Nothing about this was easy.
She can't tell exactly how much of an effect she's having on him, but she senses there's something. He's breathing harder, isn't he? And he hasn't tried to stop her at all. More than wanting to experiment, she's starting to find it might be more fun to see if she can draw out more intense reactions on purpose...
The thought comes too late. She laughs, too, but it's quiet and ultimately short-lived once the realization fully sinks in. They're doing this. They're going to be in her stall together. Some choice parts of her are going to be bared, and those parts are going to touch his underwear.
Funny. The chips aren't even a consideration anymore. ]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[ One last lingering touch to his hip, then she moves her hand away to link hers with his. She ignores the knowing gazes and the sly smirks of the others around, tugging gently on Jun's arm as she steps back to allow him enough room to join her. ]
Let's do it.
[ And maybe, as a newer wild thought hopes, maybe more than just his clothing--something like his hands--would touch her back. ]
[ Version 1: His breaths come in heavy, as if he could linger here forever, relishing the touch of her hands exploring his body. It's been so long since he's felt this way, and he knows it's risky. Yet he can't bring himself to stop her, to break away and to refuse sharing a stall with her.
Jun pushes aside thoughts of what she might be thinking, once Monika's hands move away from him, he'll have to face the reality of sharing their clothes. He tries not to dwell on the fact that they will be sharing their clothes, that he will see more of her, and she will see more of him. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ With a hint of reservation in his voice, he coughs softly before turning away from the others, aware they must be curious about what's going to happen next. Right when Monika pulls him into the stall, prompting him to consider shutting the door to avoid any unwanted onlookers. ]
I've never, y'know, done something like this before. Maybe that's real embarrassing to admit now after I agreed to help you out.
[ Is that how you're meant to do this? He isn't sure. His cheeks tinge with a subtle shade of pink, forcing to make a conscious effort to make eye contact with her. ]
If you need, uh, help with anything or want anything, just let me know.
[ The door shutting has a strange sense of finality to it. Oh, well. Another thing to not think about after making sure it's securely locked. There isn't much room for thought in her brain as it is, because there's less room in the stall now that two people are occupying it. He's more overwhelming this way. She finds herself staring more openly at him now that there aren't so many probing gazes on them.
Ah. She should probably respond, right? Right. ]
It's not embarrassing. [ She gives what she hopes is an encouraging smile through her own blushing. ] Or, if it is...we'll have to be embarrassed together? Changing clothes is already overwhelming enough for me. And now I get to do it with you...
[ Whoa, what? That sounded romantic or something! Then again, how else was she supposed to say it? There's a quick grimace before she moves on from worrying about that. Ultimately, this was going to help her and the Player! They'd need money for their new life together! ]
How about we face away from each other? Then just hand everything over without having to see anything, er... [ Okay, she can't help a laugh at the word that immediately came to mind. ] Naughty?
[ Aside from what they've already seen. And done. And will see and do after swapping underwear. Abruptly, she turns away, exhaling shakily. Is it wrong to find this so thrilling? ]
Right, so. Same to you. If you need help or anything else.
[ She doesn't move. She figures she'll get started when she hears him doing it first. It's good manners! ]
[ After double-checking that the door is securely locked, he gives it a gentle shake, ensuring that no one can sneak in or take a peek. Well, at least he hopes so. The space feels a bit tight now, but it's an improvement without those curious glances from strangers. Those folks outside must be eagerly listening to whatever they're discussing; it's inevitable how curious they were earlier. ]
Yeah? I guess bein' embarrassed together won't be too bad. [ Something like that makes him feel better. ] Oh, dunno 'bout that.. it coulda been anyone.
[ But maybe he's a little glad it's him? Strangely, he's suddenly okay with being here, even if it's different and he shouldn't be undressing in front of anyone. Ah, if Ibara could see him now, he'd surely be put on blast.
To her idea, he nods, knowing that's the only thing they could do here. ]
That's fine with me. Makes it easier that way, so we don't hafta see anything.
[ The thought makes him a little nervous, mostly because he's never undressed in front of a woman before, let alone a stranger. But she turns away, so he can trust that. ]
Right, it'll just take a second.
[ He breathes out, trying to keep his features natural, because this is something he shouldn't feel normal about. The atmosphere does feel calm, as if there's something there, despite the strangers being outside the door. It's better now the door is closed, now they've established turning away from one another.
Shifting his thumb under the waistband of the underwear, pulling the fabric down over his hips and past his thighs. Being turned away makes it less complicated, but he can't help but find this situation absurd. As he steps out of his underwear, he contemplates whether he should offer them to her right away. He should, shouldn't he? ]
[ There's definitely a slight dip in noise around them. New guests, doing something like this already? Who wouldn't want to eavesdrop! Monika ignores it, though. Her focus is entirely on the man in the stall with her. She catches herself nearly saying that she's glad she ran up to him and he's the one who said yes. Quickly, the urge is swallowed down. He's not the Player. She'd know by now if he were. But even if he's not...
No. More bad thoughts. She shakes them off, then nods to herself. ]
Yep. Just a second.
[ Eventually, the sounds of his movements behind her begin. Her breath catches. She can't see anything, but her imagination's already exploding with possibilities. What do all those hidden parts look like? Oof, why is she thinking that? Before she can get too deep into her wild thoughts, she remembers she should be doing the same thing.
Another breath. Her fingers hook under the top band of her panties, then she carefully slides them down her legs. She shivers a little immediately, partially from the fresh breeziness below, partially because she's so exposed now. Once she's straightened up, she needlessly folds her underwear, neat as ever. Now to just hand them over.
She finds herself peering over her shoulder before she can stop herself. There's soft noise once she realizes, then she quickly faces forward again, red in the face and heart pounding harder. The glance was hardly a second, but she got enough of one. Way too much of one. That's how a butt looks, huh...
Her eyes close, and she blindly moves her hand in his direction. She'll meet up with his hand eventually! Only after she's bumped against his hip a few times, however.
[ When he's done, he continues to gaze forward as she removes her own underwear. The tips of his ears burn from the shuffling behind him, while there isn't much to glance at save the door. He struggles to exactly put his finger on why, but the sound of Monika breathing makes his cheeks burn next, resisting the need to turn around.
It would be rude of him to turn around, and he should respect her right to solitude by not doing so. Considering he's not that kind of guy, he chooses to wait for her to finish before giving his, deciding to hold his boxers in his hands until she's ready. Despite the lack of privacy in this situation, he swallows down while he acknowledges how exposed they both are. Promising to offer her privacy, he continues to keep his head down until he realises she's presenting her underwear, at which point he'll reach over and make the exchange.
It's not like Monika is staring at him, so there's no reason to look!
He bites down when he feels her fingers brush against his hip, swallowing a faint groan he wasn't keen on bringing out. How embarrassing that a simple touch could elicit a sound from him that sets his heart racing. ]
R-right, here's mine.
[ Although his voice is a touch low, he finds her hand and slips his briefs in her outstretched one before taking hers. Not before his fingers, still straining to find the cloth, brush lightly across hers. Knowing that he would have continued to advance blindly until he discovered where her hand was, relieved he wasn't the one reaching out.
The cloth feels soft against his fingertips, so he swallows as he shuffles his feet and steps into her panties. Now that he's attempting to pull up her underwear against his hips, there's an uncertainty of what to do next, or whether he should speak at all. ]
[ Her hand's still tingling where her skin met his hip, where his fingers brushed across hers. Why's it so hard to breathe? Why does it suddenly feel like there's more to this than just sharing clothes? ]
Thank you.
[ Her voice is soft. Breathy. She takes his briefs, fingers tightening around them. Some of his warmth continues to linger in the fabric. Now to just put them on instead of staring a hole into them, imagining the parts they were literally just up against...
She doesn't fully look back this time, but her eyes drift in that direction, wondering what he's feeling while sliding her panties on. Are hers just as warm? Maybe he's even as secretly excited as she is, she wildly hopes.
No more hesitating. One leg, then the other, and she pulls his briefs up her legs. She makes a tiny noise of surprise once they're fully up, though she still needs to keep a grip on them--her hips can only do but so much to help keep them in place. But they're on. And she likes it.
It must be safe to turn around now, right? So, slowly, she takes tiny steps, turning to face him. And what a sight. She stares openly, too oblivious to bother hiding how obvious she's being. It's cute and sultry at the same time. A part of her, a part of him, so intimately shared. ]
Just like I thought. [ She giggles softly. ] You make everything look better~
[ Monika gradually steps in closer. With the limited room in the stall, she has to do that. They have to finish this. Once there's barely any room between them, though, she pauses there, looking up at his face. Maybe--just one touch-- ]
I'll just. Grab your clothes. Then it's just our shoes and...we're done.
[ There's no hiding the disappointment in her voice. She doesn't think she could hide it if she tried. ]
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[ So, it's one of the only outfits she has at the moment. No pressure!
Her mouth opens to say something, but she abruptly jerks away, dropping his hands. It's nothing he's said or done, but--okay, it was something he said, but entirely unintentional. An honorific, after her name? It's jarring. It's a bright ink stain on a pristine white cloth, a stain she can't tear her eyes away from; a reminder of what she was, and yet wasn't. Oh no, the existential dread is bubbling up again, just like it nearly did when she mentioned being a weeb--!
Just as abruptly, she laughs loudly like he's just told a hilarious joke and she only just got it. Which...she hopes he told a joke, or she's going to look weirder than she already does. She had to cover up that long pause somehow, though! ]
Jun! How cute! I, uh. [ Oh crap, the clothes! She forgot about the clothes! ] R-Right! Changing! Ahahaha! We should probably...go into a stall. [ Er! ] Different stalls! It's not like I know you well enough or anything! I mean, seeing each other naked? No way! Ahaha! Ha. Ugh...
[ Not bothering to hide her facepalm over her burning face, she moves to the nearest stall, tucking herself and her shame away inside. God, someone just put her out of her misery... ]
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Brow furrowed, he looks at her in confusion as she laughs loudly. Did he mispronounce her name? Is that why she finds this so amusing? His mind races with questions, unsure where to start. Jun is struggling with uncertainty, wondering if he has gone too far by using honorifics when talking to Monika. Her laughter has left him with some lingering doubts, despite his sincere belief that this respectful gesture is appropriate.
Without saying a single word, he enters his stall, contemplating her actions while he begins to unbutton his vest. He questions whether she's feeling ashamed for another reason, or whether it was due to what he said. No! That can't be it!! ]
Want me to just hang everything over the top gap? I think it's gonna be easier that way, rather than tryna pass it through the bottom one.
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...She squeaks again when he speaks. So much for that, eh? ]
Oh, yeah! Going under sounds worse. Who knows what's on these floors...
[ She'll try not to think about it, especially when she's inevitably going to have to get barefoot. Maybe she'll balance on one foot while she waits for his shoes?
Sighing at herself, she reaches up to unzip the back of her dress, getting it down after some mild struggling. A few moments later, she's pulled it over her head, then draped it over the top of their shared wall.
Then she goes still. ]
Um. You know, I just thought of something. Ehehe. [ At least he can't see how pink her face must be. ] Do you think we have to exchange, er, you know...
[ Spit it out, you weirdo! Don't stall in the stall! ]
Our...underwear, too?
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Yeah, I don't wanna think 'bout whatever's on 'em.
[ That's something they can both agree on, so there's a relief she understands his point. He hasn't given much thought to the shoe issue yet, but once they get there, surely everything will work out.
Once the jacket is off, he casually drapes the clothing over the stall, proceeding with removing his shirt and pants. After nonchalantly sliding his pants down, he casually places the rest of his clothes over the stall, letting out a breath.
As he's on the verge of reaching for the dress, he suddenly halts, struck almost speechless by her phrase. ]
What was that? ... Underwear? Dunno 'bout that one. It only said clothes, but that's an option? Guess if the watch doesn't go off, that's the only way we'll know.
[ Despite his attempt to remain composed, his ears betray his body by searing red. Does he need to feel embarrassed when it's just Monika out there? ]
... D'you wanna? Y'know... Try that?
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Seeing his clothes coming over the top didn't help matters. There's a certain thrill to it that she can't ignore. This was intimate, if she really thought about it. Those clothes were on his skin, still holding on to some of the warmth of his body. They'll smell like him. Maybe he won't notice if she grabs them and spends a moment taking in his scent--
N-No! Gross! Creepy! She'd never do anything like that. Who is she, Yuri? Blech. The underwear thing, meanwhile-- ]
Well. Go big or go home, right? [ There's a pause. ] Or maybe just my bra would be okay? Wait, no. Umm!
[ The next pause is longer. Then, without warning, her lacy pink bra has been flung up onto the wall. She's covering her bare chest with her arm on her side, which is pretty dumb, because it's not like the guy has x-ray vision. R-Right?
She snatches down his shirt and quickly puts it on. Better! Now that just leaves... ]
Just...one second for the rest!
[ She can't believe she's doing this. She must be crazy. This feels like a good time to blame this on the evils of capitalism. ]
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Yeah, sure. I've got no qualms with it.
[ Except he probably should, even if he wanted to help her. It's too late to go back now, and he doesn't want to leave her hanging like this. Jun leaves the dress on top for the time being, wishing he could take a look at his face, wanting to know just what he looks like. Probably like a real idiot, but he's glad Monika can't see him.
As the bra's set on the stall, sighing in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose. When he reaches out for it, fingers running along the lace, he can't help but admire it. It's cute, he muses, shortly before another problem strikes him. ]
Might need your help doin' it up, though. Never worn one before.
[ He doesn't know how that might work, especially as he's already half undressed, as she's already, clearly undressed. He pauses for a moment, waiting as she's stated, unsure what he should do.
This will surely be remembered as one of his most laughable choices yet. ]
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I mean. It's...not that hard...
[ She says, as if she didn't have to struggle her butt off to figure out how to get that one on, now that she had a real human body to work with. Once again, she's questioning how worth it this is. Was it worth losing what shred of dignity she had left?
Yes. Yes it is. ]
Ahaha, sorry! Sorry! Maybe you could...come to my side and I can open the door enough to help you get it on? You can walk around topless no problem!
[ She says, as if they're not in a place that quite specifically caters to wanting that sort of thing to happen... ]
Are you gonna need help getting my panties on while you're over here, too?
[ ...Did that seriously just leave her mouth? There are definitely some Choices being made in this unholy bathroom today. ]
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At that, he scoffs, knowing of course she has it easy. Men didn't have to wear bras, so, uh, maybe they were the ones who had it easy? Either way, he shakes his head as if she can see it, which she most definitely can't. ]
It's fine. I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable, is all. But yeah, I can do that no problem.
[ He's used to walking around shirtless, mostly due to the fact he knows he has a good body that he works hard for. So that's not the embarrassing part! Oh, he definitely should have attempted to figure it out himself instead of asking her. He hesitates on unlocking the door, just as she speaks again, hoping no one is listening in on their conversation. ]
Not to be rude, but why would I need your help for that? That's pretty much the easy part.
[ God please look away, amen. ]
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[ She thinks she's said that quietly enough, but probably not. She's used to being able to talk to herself without repercussions, or having actual ears around to hear her. Not that it has anything to do with him! Mostly. Being half naked in a bathroom, that's the big thing.
Or, hey! Maybe it's her saying things that make some of the patrons filtering in and out snicker. How nice it is to see these rapscallions really embracing the vibe of the resort!
His question yields pained groan #451, as well as a loud smack from her facepalm. She's not sure if she'll be able to look Jun in the eye again after this increasingly arduous task is done. ]
Please...please pretend I didn't say that.
[ Since she can't edit it out and all. After one more groan, the sound of her door opening slightly can be heard. One eye peeks out to wait for him to appear before she'll brave opening it further. His shirt's covering her upper half pretty well, considering how much she's swimming in it, but her lower half, on the other hand... ]
Maybe pretend none of this happened if we ever see each other again, too?
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Whatever they're making comments about means little to him, and he can easily disregard them as the other guests are usually roaring obscenities at something or someone. (Not that Jun fully understands what Wildcard is, but whatever.) ]
Right, don't worry 'bout it; I will.
[ To both, actually. He has to deal with a lot of people who suffer from mood swings, and his personality is that of a people-pleaser at best, but Monika's reactions confuse him.
He clears his throat before unlocking the stall door, the garment in one hand, as a few patrons turn and snicker. Jun realises this looks unusual, given he's shirtless, but he ignores them and continues walking boldly to the stall next to him, despite his current lack of confidence. He notices her one eye peeking out and kneels a little lower to ensure she's aware of his presence; it honestly looks ridiculous. ]
I'll forget that, too? I'm not out here to embarrass you or anythin'. I'll just pretend like I don't know you, if that's better.
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Which means prepare for plenty of confusion. Confusing people is what she does best, intentionally and unintentionally. So, it probably won't be total whiplash for her to suddenly be nice and understanding! ]
I'm-- [ She yelps quietly when he suddenly appears in her line of sight. Aaaand add that to the giant list of things they're going to pretend haven't happened! ] I'm sorry! It's just, I didn't wake up today and expect to be swapping clothes with a stranger in a bathroom, ahaha...
[ Then again, the whole "waking up" thing was so new, it was on the same level of crazy as this. ]
Anyway. You don't have to do all that. I walked up to you and asked the stupidest things ever, and you're still helping me? That's really sweet!
[ At last, she pulls the door open a bit more...and she goes silent for a moment. He may be lacking confidence, but she can't tell, given she's too busy staring at all of his, well. Everything.
What was she saying again...? ]
Wow. Hot.
[ Yes. That's exactly it. Nice job. ]
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It's fine, don't worry 'bout it. I've never done something like this before, either. Uh, that's why I thought this was some big joke. Never had a chance to check out the slots, so that's my fault.
[ Despite his verbal jargon, he doesn't feel overly slighted by her. Knowing that there were worse options on the slots than this one, he's glad this one wasn't too bad. Not that he thinks what she asked was stupid. And he's just here to help, but maybe he should be more mindful of that in the future.
He's not completely lacking in confidence; now that she can see him, so it helps with the way she's looking at him, too. But what doesn't help is that people are still coming in and out, paying attention to whatever they're doing. But there's nothing here for them to look at!
Her reaction definitely builds his confidence, showing an almost lopsided smile. And with her positive reaction, he gains confidence, a slightly crooked smile appearing on his face. ]
Heh, thanks! It's appreciated 'cause I work pretty hard. By the way, you look good in my shirt.
[ Another patron snickered behind him, and though he was already aware that he appeared cringy, wanting to return the "compliment" that Monika had given him. Shirt, jacket, whatever! It's all the same in the end. ]
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Maybe the slots aren't so bad if I got to meet you...?
[ There she goes again, talking to herself. She realizes it this time, though, and glances back his way. Maybe she needed a moment like this to let loose? Enjoy herself? At least a little, until she can find the Player. This life she's been given is a gift, and she should treat it like one!
Confidence seems to build in her as well, and she cracks the door open some more, not curling in on herself, or trying to shield her bare parts as much. And look! She rests one of her hands on her hip, giving a cute pose. ]
You sure do! [ She winks. ] And it's perfect, because I get to have a part of you wrapped all around me~
[ She's not helping with making this sound less questionable to everyone else in the bathroom, is she... ]
C'mon. Let's get you into my bra.
[ Someone in a nearby stall outright laughs. So weird! ]
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Despite the whiplash, he genuinely finds her nice, albeit confusing. Maybe Jun shouldn't base it on a few interactions, but he's still going to. And it's a new and exciting experience to relax and unwind with someone of the opposite gender outside of an event or performance. Being an idol contained limitations, but here, there were none. ]
Thanks again, I gotta admit I still like hearing that. Long as it stays warm, I don't mind.
[ With a slight turn, he slides his arms into the straps, chuckling to himself. It's a far cry from slipping on a shirt; it feels more akin to donning an extravagant stage costume. Yet, even that comparison falls short when it comes to the sensation of wearing a bra. And to make matters worse, the person in the adjacent stall seems to find it amusing! ]
You just put your arms in like this, right? Feels pretty strange, so I dunno how you wear one all the time.
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[ Gosh. How nice it is, to just be normal. Talking to a really nice, really cute guy, having fun, and maybe even...flirting? If you ignore the bathroom part, this is just like any fantasy she's occupied herself with while in video game hell!
It's even better when he turns away. She can stare without worries (unless she ever notices her reflection in the mirrors nearby giving her away), and marvel further at the new side of him she gets to see. It's mesmerizing, the flexing of his muscles, the way his skin looks...
Oh, right. Her bra. ]
Yeah! I mean, to the putting it on part. Me, I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to wearing one. It feels different in the real world. All the pressure and tightness and--
[ There's that stranger laughing again. If Jun looks, he'll get to see her wincing in the mirror before reaching out to help with getting the bra in the right position. It's not as easy as she thinks it'll be, because the second her fingers make contact with his bare skin, her eyes widen at what she feels. Almost immediately, she presses in closer, fascinated. So this is what a real, living person felt like...?
Oh, right. Again, her bra. She blinks out of her stupor, smoothing the band down and securing the hooks. It's a mildly tight fit, but it shouldn't be too bad. She hopes. ]
Is that good? [ Her hands are still lingering on his back, unconsciously feeling over his shoulder blades. ] Need any adjustments?
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[ Flirting with someone in such an unusual place might seem odd, but he can't help but enjoy the company of someone nice and cute. Despite not being in the most ideal setting, he's having a pretty good time! And despite the casino and resort pushing them out of their comfort zones, it's not turning out to be such a bad experience.
Exhaling deeply, he directs his gaze forward, deliberately avoiding the multitude of bathroom mirrors surrounding them. However, this time, he lifts his head, drawn by the sound of laughter and catches sight of Monica wincing. Just as he's about to utter comforting words, to put her at ease, he suddenly feels her gentle touch upon his skin. While she's correct about the discomfort and constriction of wearing a bra, her touch brings him comfort. He's not actively paying attention to her adjusting the straps or any other details.
He's realised that being touched is a pleasant sensation, and it's not like he hasn't experienced it before! It's common for people to assist him in putting on stage outfits, and girls have even asked to caress his abs. However, there's a distinctiveness to her particular touch, fingers and hands lingering on his shoulder blades. It's as if no one has ever explored his muscles this way, causing his back muscles to subtly flex in response to her touch. ]
It..it feels good. Doesn't need any adjustments. Yeah, it's fine.
[ His thoughts are scattered, mind jumbled, but he's managing well. (Or as well as he can.) ]
You're not wrong 'bout it feeling like this.
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[ He's speaking, but she's barely hearing him. The flexing is too mesmerizing. She could do this for hours and never get bored, just watching a person react to her. Wouldn't it be a win-win? She gets to do whatever she wants, and the other person gets the pleasure of being her test subject! Nothing could possibly go wrong!
Well, that won't happen in a bathroom, but she can snatch whatever small touches she can manage for now. Her fingers trail down his spine, soft giggles leaking past her lips with each rise and fall. Once she gets low enough, she gets a little braver, sliding diagonally, brushing over one of his hips. She bites her lip, knowing what lurks further ahead, and oh God, what if she slid her hand forward--
No! No, no, no! Bad thought. She'll cover this blunder up somehow! ]
Could you come in here with me? Just for a little bit? It'd. It'd probably be easier to switch our, er...undies that way. Maybe?
[ Is that making things better? Is it really? ]
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Retreating seemed like the logical option, but it was too late for that now, especially when her fingers graze over his exposed hip. His hips nearly buckle, but he manages to keep them from doing so. It feels different, even though his stage partner touches his hip many times, there's something nice about her touch in particular. Currently, he's unsure of how to interpret this, leaving her with the freedom to explore without constraint. ]
Yeah, if it'll be easier... I.. could do that.
[ There's the laughter again, and then some heavy breathing. Weird. ]
Long as you're fine with it.
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She can't tell exactly how much of an effect she's having on him, but she senses there's something. He's breathing harder, isn't he? And he hasn't tried to stop her at all. More than wanting to experiment, she's starting to find it might be more fun to see if she can draw out more intense reactions on purpose...
The thought comes too late. She laughs, too, but it's quiet and ultimately short-lived once the realization fully sinks in. They're doing this. They're going to be in her stall together. Some choice parts of her are going to be bared, and those parts are going to touch his underwear.
Funny. The chips aren't even a consideration anymore. ]
Yeah, I'm fine.
[ One last lingering touch to his hip, then she moves her hand away to link hers with his. She ignores the knowing gazes and the sly smirks of the others around, tugging gently on Jun's arm as she steps back to allow him enough room to join her. ]
Let's do it.
[ And maybe, as a newer wild thought hopes, maybe more than just his clothing--something like his hands--would touch her back. ]
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Jun pushes aside thoughts of what she might be thinking, once Monika's hands move away from him, he'll have to face the reality of sharing their clothes. He tries not to dwell on the fact that they will be sharing their clothes, that he will see more of her, and she will see more of him. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ With a hint of reservation in his voice, he coughs softly before turning away from the others, aware they must be curious about what's going to happen next. Right when Monika pulls him into the stall, prompting him to consider shutting the door to avoid any unwanted onlookers. ]
I've never, y'know, done something like this before. Maybe that's real embarrassing to admit now after I agreed to help you out.
[ Is that how you're meant to do this? He isn't sure. His cheeks tinge with a subtle shade of pink, forcing to make a conscious effort to make eye contact with her. ]
If you need, uh, help with anything or want anything, just let me know.
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Ah. She should probably respond, right? Right. ]
It's not embarrassing. [ She gives what she hopes is an encouraging smile through her own blushing. ] Or, if it is...we'll have to be embarrassed together? Changing clothes is already overwhelming enough for me. And now I get to do it with you...
[ Whoa, what? That sounded romantic or something! Then again, how else was she supposed to say it? There's a quick grimace before she moves on from worrying about that. Ultimately, this was going to help her and the Player! They'd need money for their new life together! ]
How about we face away from each other? Then just hand everything over without having to see anything, er... [ Okay, she can't help a laugh at the word that immediately came to mind. ] Naughty?
[ Aside from what they've already seen. And done. And will see and do after swapping underwear. Abruptly, she turns away, exhaling shakily. Is it wrong to find this so thrilling? ]
Right, so. Same to you. If you need help or anything else.
[ She doesn't move. She figures she'll get started when she hears him doing it first. It's good manners! ]
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Yeah? I guess bein' embarrassed together won't be too bad. [ Something like that makes him feel better. ] Oh, dunno 'bout that.. it coulda been anyone.
[ But maybe he's a little glad it's him? Strangely, he's suddenly okay with being here, even if it's different and he shouldn't be undressing in front of anyone. Ah, if Ibara could see him now, he'd surely be put on blast.
To her idea, he nods, knowing that's the only thing they could do here. ]
That's fine with me. Makes it easier that way, so we don't hafta see anything.
[ The thought makes him a little nervous, mostly because he's never undressed in front of a woman before, let alone a stranger. But she turns away, so he can trust that. ]
Right, it'll just take a second.
[ He breathes out, trying to keep his features natural, because this is something he shouldn't feel normal about. The atmosphere does feel calm, as if there's something there, despite the strangers being outside the door. It's better now the door is closed, now they've established turning away from one another.
Shifting his thumb under the waistband of the underwear, pulling the fabric down over his hips and past his thighs. Being turned away makes it less complicated, but he can't help but find this situation absurd. As he steps out of his underwear, he contemplates whether he should offer them to her right away. He should, shouldn't he? ]
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No. More bad thoughts. She shakes them off, then nods to herself. ]
Yep. Just a second.
[ Eventually, the sounds of his movements behind her begin. Her breath catches. She can't see anything, but her imagination's already exploding with possibilities. What do all those hidden parts look like? Oof, why is she thinking that? Before she can get too deep into her wild thoughts, she remembers she should be doing the same thing.
Another breath. Her fingers hook under the top band of her panties, then she carefully slides them down her legs. She shivers a little immediately, partially from the fresh breeziness below, partially because she's so exposed now. Once she's straightened up, she needlessly folds her underwear, neat as ever. Now to just hand them over.
She finds herself peering over her shoulder before she can stop herself. There's soft noise once she realizes, then she quickly faces forward again, red in the face and heart pounding harder. The glance was hardly a second, but she got enough of one. Way too much of one. That's how a butt looks, huh...
Her eyes close, and she blindly moves her hand in his direction. She'll meet up with his hand eventually! Only after she's bumped against his hip a few times, however.
Oh God. ]
H-Here you go! Exchange time!
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It would be rude of him to turn around, and he should respect her right to solitude by not doing so. Considering he's not that kind of guy, he chooses to wait for her to finish before giving his, deciding to hold his boxers in his hands until she's ready. Despite the lack of privacy in this situation, he swallows down while he acknowledges how exposed they both are. Promising to offer her privacy, he continues to keep his head down until he realises she's presenting her underwear, at which point he'll reach over and make the exchange.
It's not like Monika is staring at him, so there's no reason to look!
He bites down when he feels her fingers brush against his hip, swallowing a faint groan he wasn't keen on bringing out. How embarrassing that a simple touch could elicit a sound from him that sets his heart racing. ]
R-right, here's mine.
[ Although his voice is a touch low, he finds her hand and slips his briefs in her outstretched one before taking hers. Not before his fingers, still straining to find the cloth, brush lightly across hers. Knowing that he would have continued to advance blindly until he discovered where her hand was, relieved he wasn't the one reaching out.
The cloth feels soft against his fingertips, so he swallows as he shuffles his feet and steps into her panties. Now that he's attempting to pull up her underwear against his hips, there's an uncertainty of what to do next, or whether he should speak at all. ]
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Thank you.
[ Her voice is soft. Breathy. She takes his briefs, fingers tightening around them. Some of his warmth continues to linger in the fabric. Now to just put them on instead of staring a hole into them, imagining the parts they were literally just up against...
She doesn't fully look back this time, but her eyes drift in that direction, wondering what he's feeling while sliding her panties on. Are hers just as warm? Maybe he's even as secretly excited as she is, she wildly hopes.
No more hesitating. One leg, then the other, and she pulls his briefs up her legs. She makes a tiny noise of surprise once they're fully up, though she still needs to keep a grip on them--her hips can only do but so much to help keep them in place. But they're on. And she likes it.
It must be safe to turn around now, right? So, slowly, she takes tiny steps, turning to face him. And what a sight. She stares openly, too oblivious to bother hiding how obvious she's being. It's cute and sultry at the same time. A part of her, a part of him, so intimately shared. ]
Just like I thought. [ She giggles softly. ] You make everything look better~
[ Monika gradually steps in closer. With the limited room in the stall, she has to do that. They have to finish this. Once there's barely any room between them, though, she pauses there, looking up at his face. Maybe--just one touch-- ]
I'll just. Grab your clothes. Then it's just our shoes and...we're done.
[ There's no hiding the disappointment in her voice. She doesn't think she could hide it if she tried. ]
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