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TDM 01
▶ TEST DRIVE 1: 2.0 IS HERE
▶ TEST DRIVE 1: 3.0 IS NOW LIVE HERE
【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-Star Resort and Casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Unfortunately, due to high demand during the holiday season, we are temporarily unable to check you in to your reserved room. We deeply 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 during this time.
As a token of our appreciation we have issued 4 CLOTHING VOUCHERS and 4 FOOD VOUCHERS to your account that can be used at many of our locations. Complimentary chips have also been applied to your bank account.
You will be notified as soon as your reservation has been processed. Your comfort and happiness are our utmost priority. We sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. 】
EVENS
EVENS
Soft. Warm. Cozy.
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is gentle, a considerately low sound when rousing newly arrived wildcards while a small vibration tickles the wrist. Satin sheets slide with the lazy stretch of legs. Bedding shuffles. The room is a comfortable temperature but … for some reason, it’s maybe a touch too warm? And cramped?
As characters rouse from their slumber (or otherwise blink into awareness) they will find that they are now in a shitty resort room. They have been temporarily allocated a rank 2 suite. These suites are small and the twin bed takes up the majority of the space inside. Walkable area is minuscule. There is no decor or window. All characters are naked, wearing only a white terrycloth robe knotted at the waist. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
But perhaps that’s not the most alarming part.
They’re not alone.
All characters will find themselves waking up in pairs. Not only have they woken up in an entirely unknown place, they are pressed up against and/or are cuddling what may potentially be a total stranger. Even if a pair is lucky enough to know one other ... pretty awkward waking up together like this, isn't it?
Due to holiday overbooking all characters are required to share a room while the backlog of reservations are processed. Some of these rank 2 suites may even have three temporary residents if you’re feeling spicy.
The resort is truly sorry that they overbooked during the holiday season. This is unprecedented. They have never before seen the house bring in so many new guests at once. Without even a heads up for the staff. It’s like being middle management isn’t worth it! For the sake of avoiding headaches and customer complaints, wildcards will find that each room has an included a gift basket as an apology for the inconvenience.
Wildcards that explore outside will find staff running around like frenzied hens. These employees will encourage wildcards to go wash up in the bathroom, a communal space with plenty of free supplies for newcomers. The communal bathroom is a clean area with multiple open showers, sinks, and water closets. Wildcards will find shelves stocked with basic toiletries and clean towels. They will also find other general bathroom amenities available for use like hair dryers, face masks, scrub brushes, combs, razors, toothbrushes, q-tips, and so on.
All facilities inside the communal bathroom aside from the toilets are open concept and there is no separation based on gender (or anything else). Everyone is expected to share.
Some of the staff will pity these poor new guests that have had their reservations pushed out. They will show characters the way to one of the small supply closets that are used by cleaning staff. The closet is small but fully stocked with linens, extra toiletries, pillows, robes, slippers, and yellow Golden Peacock tracksuits in a full range of sizes. They will encourage wildcards to take whatever they want before running off again.
But those that aren’t careful might find themselves in an interesting predicament.
Wildcards will find that the hallways of the basement are chilly and narrow. Heading to the end of the hallway will reveal a stairwell where they can ascend to check out the main resort. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
ODDS
ODDS
A bird cries in the distance. Water beads trickle down chilled flesh. Itch itch itch—something pokes your bare ass.
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
“Yes, brilliant idea, it’s a naked party! Whoohoo! Come on everyone. Take your clothes off. All of them! Naked party, naked party, naked party!”
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
The beep of the Watch is as gentle as it was for the new arrivals that didn’t wake up on the cold hard ground but the sound blends into the rustle of leaves and the gurgle of the river. Unlike their luckier colleagues, some wildcards have unexpectedly woken up in the middle of lush vegetation. Oops! That was a miscalculation. No details are given other than the above message and a follow-up message explaining GAME 52.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale will be completely naked and without a resort robe to cover up. Lost amid thick bushes, mushroom clusters, and towering trees, it doesn't feel like they're in a resort at all. Isn't this a rainforest? By all accounts, this is a rainforest.
Those that wake in the Vale will have to make their way through the rainforest to find the exit. Really, so unexpected! This was not what we had in our system at all. It must be overloaded from high demand. Our apologies. Please don't complain.
Laughter rings throughout the forest. Footsteps echo. Branches snap. There are other people around aside from you naked newbies. If eavesdropped upon, wildcards may pick up on what these guests are cawing about. It sounds like they’re playing some kind of game.
Wildcards that wake up in the Vale may unwittingly stumble into one of the resort’s popular roleplaying games: Sexy Hunter 💕 and 💕 Sexier Prey.
There are numerous booby traps set around the forest. The goal of the game is to trap your prey and take them home for kinky fun and these guests weren't expecting newbies to suddenly drop in! The traps won’t hurt anyone but they will put them in some embarrassing positions.
After braving the elements and surviving booby traps, these wildcards may finally find civilization. The lounge pagoda where many of the long-standing guests are hanging out and enjoying drinks is comfortable and connected to a bathroom where characters can themselves clean up. In contrast to the naked muddy wildcards, the guests on the pagoda are dressed in trendy and elaborate clothing.
They stare at the newly arrived nude wildcards before breaking into shouts of glee and approval.
These NPCs will shed their clothing and begin to skinnydip in the pools and river. They will chase each other—and wildcards! Wildcards will find themselves surrounded by an orgy. They will encourage wildcards to join in on the fun and offer them food and drink to get into the mood.
Wildcards will find the exit out to the central hub and elevator bank behind the pagoda. Welcome to the Golden Peacock!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Characters will wake up in either a rank 2 room or in the Vale. We ask that you pick one arrival for your character for consistency sake. If you can't choose we suggest using an RNG and letting it pick evens or odds.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
▶ Characters in the Vale do have a room assignment as well. They can eventually find their way there after their journey, the poor things.
▶ All characters have been issued four food and four clothing vouchers. These vouchers are as good as money around the resort.
▶ Players should mod random NPCs as they like.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Do whatever your little hearts desire.
MAIN LOBBY
MAIN LOBBY
The Peacock is buzzing with excitement! The massive main lobby is especially spectacular with golden streamers, dazzling lanterns, glittering ornaments, and cheerful music. There doesn’t seem to be one particular holiday being celebrated with the general theme being winter and holiday. An amalgamate like this resort simply couldn’t select one thing and had to go for everything (more is always better). The hallways and aisles are packed with streams of guests in ostentatious outfits. One can’t swing a cat without hitting someone*.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
"Have you all heard about the Peacock’s annual wish tradition? No? I’m an old-timer around here, let me tell you … see those little jars hanging amongst the lights? You’re supposed to write down your heart’s desire on a piece of paper and stick it into the jar. Then, take a match and light it on fire. They say if you do that you’ll get your desire within the next 12 months. Me? I’m wishing for an older babe, a high rank babe, to become my sugar momma… what, doing it together with someone? Sure. They say that if you do it with someone you’ll have a fated connection forevermore. So don’t do it with someone you don’t like, hah!"
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
*No cats were harmed in the making of this TDM. We love cats.
There are sprigs of mistletoe above many of the hallways and doors. Surprisingly, the mistletoe have no supernatural abilities whatsoever, but guests that spy two people beneath the mistletoe together will point and demand they kiss. It’s tradition. Don’t be a downer during the festive season. Succumb to the peer pressure.
Hallways are also decorated with vases of poinsettia flowers. Nothing is amiss about these flowers during day hours, but during late night hours they will pick themselves up and trade vases with each other.
They are polite flowers and try to change when there are no guests around but don’t always manage to do it discreetly. Wildcards may notice something gold glinting in the roots of the scrambling poinsettias. Wildcards who manage to grab these flowers and comb through their roots can collect a simple gold ring (along with shivers of, iyaaaa, we just met, so bold).
Birdbucks is likewise getting into the winter spirit. Despite there being no weather in the resort they are offering seasonal hot drinks! Prices aren’t any cheaper than usual but the quality is better than their standard coffee. They are offering four new delicious new flavors: Buttered Honey Rum Coffee, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread Cinnamon Latte, and Rainbow Cookie Cappuccino.
These drinks won’t do anything other than make one wired from all the caffeine, but guests are encouraged to enjoy them around one of the fireplaces set up throughout the main hallways. Many people are snuggling up to the fire while nursing a Birdbucks drink and telling stories. A great way to get to know your fellow guests! Each fireplace is surrounded with festive cushions, beanbags, pillows, and blankets.
Wildcards will find that that loud guest isn’t lying. Many small glass jars hang alongside the fairy lights and there are multiple tables with paper, pens, and matches.
Guests are scribbling down their desires and stuffing them into the jars, watching with glee as the lit paper crumbles to ash. Couples who put their desires in the same jar are said to have a fated connection forever after so many couples can be found following the tradition. Nothing happens right away ... but who knows? It may prove to be true later.
RED CARDINAL
RED CARDINAL
Those looking to escape from the crowds will find respite in Red Cardinal. Despite being busier than usual, this particular bar remains serene with guests calmly enjoying food and drink. The decorations are minimal with a few red hanging paper lanterns. The proprietress, a handsome woman in her forties, works the bar while watching all guests with an eagle eye. Guests can be loud and out of control in the hallways; they aren’t going to behave that way in her bar.
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
Due to limited space, all wildcards that come alone looking for a meal will be seated at a two-top table with another wildcard. The menu for the holiday season is preset. All dishes are cooked by the proprietress's own hands, so the aroma has the comforting spice of homemade. She fully expects these wildcards to eat every single morsel. To leave any dish with scraps would offend her.
"Full? What do you mean, full? Look at you. You're so thin! Eat up, don't leave anything behind. Is my food not good enough? What's wrong with it?"
Guests that do not manage to finish the entire holiday spread will be bullied into washing dishes in the kitchen. The amount of dishes to be washed is massive. There is no dishwasher so it must all be done by hand. Wildcards sent to kitchen duty will not be allowed to leave until every dish is scrubbed clean. It's the least they can do after insulting her cooking by leaving food on the plate.
Guests that decide to skip the food and set up at the bar will find dozens of sealed wine jars. The proprietress will share that these wines are her personal make that she only offers once a year. She has not labeled the effects of these wines for her own personal amusement. Guests who wish to purchase a jug must select one based on the name written label, without knowing what may have been added into the mix.
Red Cardinal has all the other usual options as well. They carry basic spirits, beer, and other no-fuss drinks. Characters may also order small bar snacks like nuts and chips.
All jugs have a high APV. Drink too much and you may end up sleeping on the floor of the bar!
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Players can submit five threads where their character collects a gold ring with their application to receive a bonus upon acceptance. Players should include these links beneath their sample with a note that they are for the 5 Gold Ring game.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
▶ Players may assume that each poinsettia has two rings in their roots so characters may take one each.
▶ If your character writes down a desire and lights it in a jar please keep in mind what that desire was for the future.
▶ Characters obviously can run away from the proprietress if they don’t finish all their food, but she’ll be on the lookout for you miscreants in the future.
▶ Wines can be mixed and matched to blend effects. RIP to that character.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. We encourage players to get creative! Fly free.
LOVE DOVE
LOVE DOVE
Love Dove, the resort's largest department store, is running a massive end of the year sale. All items are between 50% - 70% off, which is a massive bargain for those that are tight on chips!
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
Stepping inside will transport you away from the busy crowds of the main hallways and into several floors of retail magic. Not wanting to be outdone by competitors, Love Dove has pulled out all the stops to impress during the festive season with massive decorations and mannequin set-ups. Large bows and ribbons, boxes done up in shiny paper, trees and candelabras, sparkles sparkles sparkles. There are also several tables set up around the store offering complimentary glasses of wine and chocolate covered strawberries.
Characters will find a section for every kink imaginable in the store. Gaze in wonder upon the wall of strap-ons. Marvel at the wide shade range of the silicone penises. Bask the rainbow of silky lingerie—for both women and men. There are gadgets and gizmos a-plenty, including some design oddities of Love Dove’s own creation that wildcards may never have seen before. The store even has staged areas for guests to try out some of the more elaborate equipment before buying. While it is not encouraged to use anything insertable before buying for hygienic reasons, guests can turn display toys on to test vibration strength and suction power.
Despite being a sex department store, Love Dove also has several departments dedicated to regular clothing and undergarments. Characters will find decent basics like t-shirts, sweatpants, underwear, jackets, jeans, skirts, shoes, and dresses for slashed prices. Don't miss these deals! The sale ends when the winter festivities end.
At the front of the store there is a temporary section with an elaborate display. Wildcards will find Love Dove promoting masks and feathered costumes. They will hand out fliers inviting all guests the holiday masquerade. Drinks! Food! Dancing! A night that you surely won't forget! New guests simply cannot miss this party. Anyone who is anybody is going to be there.
All those who plan attend the masquerade are required to dress up. In the spirit of the season Love Dove is offering especially good sales on these elaborate costumes. For those with simpler tastes, there are also ballgowns and tuxedos in various prints and colors. The most important article is, of course, the mask.
Staff will encourage wildcards to pay particular attention in choosing a mask that resonates with them.
Masks with effects may be purchased and worn in any of the masquerade prompts.
LOVE DOVE (AT NIGHT)
LOVE DOVE ... AT NIGHT
For all the joy that comes with celebrating the holidays, the jubilant atmosphere can evoke loneliness in one's heart. There are many different kinds of loneliness. The melencholy of missing someone that's died. Sorrow from being parted from your family. The ache of watching the one you love celebrating with someone else. The mourning of being left behind by a friend. These feelings are fleeting in the resort—luxury and hedonism are great distractions—but where do they go after that?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
Right now they're manifesting in the sex toys.
Guests browsing Love Dove during night hours will find that some of the sex toys have been possessed by residual loneliness.
Loneliness is a powerful force and it has granted the toys the power to act on their own. Guests had better watch out—as brainless tools gifted a sense of autonomy, all they know to do is fulfill their function.
The sex toys are low level and easy to fight off but please note the you break it you buy it signs posted all over the store. Can you afford to go all out, even with the current deals?
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ How mask abilities manifest in the wearer is totally up to you. For example, the way a Heart mask wearer senses emotions can vary from character to character. There is no one right way to apply the prompt.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
▶ Consequences for breaking the toys are totally up to player discretion. Have fun.
▶ Toys can be quelled in other ways. If your character has the ability, go for it.
▶ All subprompts are suggestions. Please feel free to get creative! Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you.
CASINO FLOOR
CASINO FLOOR
The Phoenix Casino has been transformed into a winter wonderland. Trademark royal blue has been replaced by shades of gold and white with pops of bright red lanterns. Guests in elaborate masks and costumes mesh together and then part, reveling in pretending to be someone else for a little while.
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
All have dressed to impress, sparing no expense in dripping themselves in precious gems and metals. Some of the guests are treated like gods—these are the royal rank guests and the difference in treatment from the rest of the crowd is palpable. These dazzling celebrities take up much of the spotlight, laughing loudly at card tables and shooing away anyone too low of a rank to breathe their air. They don't bother to hide their identities. Why, when they have the best of everything?
There are several game tables set up where crowds are playing and betting. Wildcards are encouraged to join in on the fun and given some grace from social judgement because they have no official rank yet. Some wildcards may even find guests making eyes at them over the table. After all, who knows if the house has been watching and decided that they’re a favorite? Today’s wildcard can be tomorrow’s new 10 rank.
Wildcards may participate in dice games, card games, and roulette in the main casino. Most other typical casino games have been shelved in favor of the special events in private game rooms.
The buffet is massive and decadent. Dishes like lobster and caviar, cuts of filet mignon, kobe beef with white truffles, oysters chilling on real diamonds, bluefin tuna, matsutake mushrooms, pule cheese, and so on. The dessert table is likewise exorbitant with elvish honey cakes, black watermelon, macarons, petit fours, chocolates, eclairs, tarts, soufflé, and flan all sprinkled in edible gold flakes. Dishes may contain aphrodisiac at player discretion.
The bar isn’t lacking either. The resort has created three specialty cocktails for the masquerade. While regular cocktails and spirits are available, staff will encourage guests to give these limited time drinks a try.
Wildcards and long-standing guests aren’t the only ones in attendance. Phantom hands have crashed the party and are phasing through the casino. To be fair, they’re always in the casino. It isn’t crashing if it’s their stomping grounds, right?
The phantom hands are mischievous and in the mood to get into trouble. They will be pinching the waists and asses of guests, tugging on clothes, knocking over glasses, and generally be a nuisance. Their favorite trick is to pin the blame for their crimes on someone else. If they’re not careful, wildcards may be the target or the scapegoat for some of these pranks!
GAME ROOMS
GAME ROOMS
The resort has arranged for four special events during the masquerade. These events take place in private rooms away from the bustle of the main party. There is no advertising about what is in each room and many guests are swept into the momentum. Highly trained staff tending to the door will be quick in prepping wildcards who wander in, giving them little time to realize what exactly they’ve stumbled into before it begins.
NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
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embry moore — new camelot trilogy
ARRIVALS — evens.
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(cw: mentions of suicidal ideation.)
MASQUERADE — diamonds.
— or wildcard him!
masquerade.
she can't quite blame it, then, for lubricating the words from her mouth. they flow almost thoughtlessly, a deluge of consciousness no one — especially the (unjustly, unfairly) handsome stranger griping next to her — asked for. ]
— It's a waltz. [ obviously, rhodes. nico's voice is a snickering echo in her head, ribbing her for that (dumbfounded, frankly; who can't appreciate the nuances of a waltz?) poor first impression. the wamrth in her cheeks ripens to a pluckable strawberry-pink. ] First created by the German peasantry, and thought to be rooted in evil and vulgarity, once the Hapsburg Dynasty adopted it for high society.
That's what you're hearing now — Johann Strauss, the nobility's self-proclaimed Waltz King.
[ which has led them — here. in a stuffy room where the air is thick with vice and libby's discomfort, confining herself to her figurative cage in the corner rather than being eyed like a tempting (or distasteful, depending on perception) morsel by the upper echeleon tonight. her throat clicks with the restraint required to stopper up her flow of thought before it worsens, fingers coming to a fidgeting dance at the edges of her gilded mask.
nico would be better at this. hell, even callum would have better fortune. she smiles, frayed with anxiety. as if already predicting the i didn't ask, she offers up a quick, ]
— I know you didn't ask. Sorry.
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I hate it because I learned to dance before I learned to ride a bike.
[ that seems like a more neutral response. there are a lot of other reasons, but he doesn't see the value in telling a stranger that he used to get his ass pinched being forced to dance with older women at political benefits as a teenager.
but he's not a teenager anymore, and the woman before him looks similarly miserable even behind her mask, and he's nothing if not lonely and wanting tonight. ]
Do you only talk shit about Strauss or do you dance to him, too?
[ he holds out a hand, since he's bereft of a drink now anyway, and he's just the right amount of drunk to recreate a moment he's desperately trying to forget. ]
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another area nico would outrank in, leagues above and beyond her. nico de varona is a serpentine tide, a graceful and unstoppable current, flowing through time and particles with a sleek aptitude libby has never managed to master. by comparison, her limbs are — a poorly lubricated wheel, a rusty door-hinge. accepting the invitation is accepting public humiliation, undoubtedly.
her throat dries, abruptly parched. the downing gulp she takes of her drink does little to quench it. she only barely, much to her pride's relief, manages not to regurgitate a surprised me? ]
Theoretically, [ she says, halting, reticent, around a dry swallow. theoretically, she knows the steps. theoretically, she has the feet to make said steps. but theoretically does not account for inevitable, imminent failure, nor libby's crippling resentment of failing at all. ] I learned to ride a bike before I learned to dance.
[ the corners of her lips tip, though it does nothing to shatter the illusion of hesitant insecurity. her palms feel stupidly, unnaturally clammy where she smooths them surreptitiously down the silken sides of her gown. it's only a dance, and yet — the smallest imperfection, the smallest pockmark in her success, feels positively apocalyptic.
she reaches out and secures slim fingers around his hand, anyway. if she can safeguard the society's secrets, surely she can muster the courage for a single dance. in some attempt to assert boldness where she feels none, she clears her throat, continues with, like this is a delegation of responsibility instead of a single dance: ]
You have more experience in dancing to waltzes you hate. You'll lead.
[ it begs the question, of course, of why now and why her and why — this. her curiosity is just enough to guide her those final few steps to settling her glass down, so she can trail him like a shadow to the waltzing couplets. ]
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[ he's the outlier here, not her. even ash not knowing the waltz at all wasn't exactly abnormal. it's a stupid thing to know, in embry's opinion, something that marks you as a little bit spoiled, a little bit too preoccupied with outward appearances — or just a little bit too romantic, like ash, so desperate to learn, which is just as bad.
something slips into place within him when he places his hand at her ribs, gliding upwards to assume the proper position just below the blade of her shoulder. this is good. a warm, soft body. her dress feels like liquid beneath his fingers, her hand hot in his. his mask never made it back onto his face, still nestled in the thick waves of his hair, his wintery eyes fixed on her. ]
My last dance partner had never waltzed before. [ he starts the movements with her, stepping lightly as he leads her in time to the music. he can do this drunk; he's had the practice since he was a teenager. ] Who was your last? I'm Embry.
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it all leads itself into a graceless stutter, like a record skipping, when she bumbles out, ] Elizabeth.
[ elizabeth. fucking elizabeth, prim and proper and more dignified than libby, but — ill-fitting, and not at all the introduction she'd intended to make. (verifiable proof if her feet are moving, her mouth shouldn't be.) her insides wince from the plunging stab of mortification that ripples through her, at such an inane need to impress. her eyelashes flutter with her blink, like windshield wipers trying to clear foggy rainwater from glass, clearing up the jumble of her head. ]
Libby, [ comes the quick correction, breathy with haste. then, with an awkward slant to her smile, ] You must've mistaken me for someone with a wealthy pool of dance partners to select from.
[ which would be a flattering interpretation, if she didn't assume he was just being perfectly civil. her fingers curl around the bend of her shoulders, subconsciously fiddling with suit jacket fabric bunched between them, in an endless need to fidget. it's unlikely embry can recall every one of his dance partners, whereas libby — there's the first, only, and final, before this. (ezra. it'd always been ezra. her mood threatens to sour, reflecting upon it.) ]
My last was an ex. Our graduation party. He was ... perfectly adequate.
[ just as he'd been perfectly adequate in everything else. a dull testimony of his character, she's sure nico would say. and she'd be infuriated to validate that he'd been right, from the start. ]
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It's better that you don't. Dance partners don't give you anything but grief.
[ it could be drunken vulnerability, or it could be a warning. either way, it's too honest for his liking. he's been polite, leaving space between them since they've only just met, but it's not exactly right this way, and he has a sneaking suspicion that libby likes things done right. or maybe he just wants the contact.
he pulls their hips together, her slim body and silky, liquid dress pressed against him. he might have an inch or two on ash, but ash has thirty pounds on muscle on him, which makes embry end up in the dirt with a boot on his spine every single fucking time, but he likes the way libby fits against him. they're more of a matched pair, even if she doesn't know there's only a sooty, blackened mess where his heart should be.
it's even warmer than before, and his thoughts are turning irredeemably carnal, warring with a glimmering set of memories from a smoky bar in prague, ash pulled against him, his voice low in his ear. you're rich and spoiled... yet dreamy and sad, like the little prince from saint-exupéry's book. ]
How am I faring against him? [ for a few suspended moments, their form is perfect, until's embry's itchy fingers slide a little further into her back, a little lower down her spine, the tips pressing into a gentle curve. ] Better dancer? Better looking, at least?
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Maybe you like grief, if it's such a pattern. [ it slips free before she can cage it, but slyness tempers and dulls what might otherwise sharpen itself into an accusation. her mouth quirks, a lopsided and sloppy slant to one side. ] Or your taste in dance partners leaves much to be desired.
[ given that libby rhodes now sits among them, she's inclined to believe the latter might hold more weight. still, comparatively to embry, she isn't particularly inclined to ask for a ranking, despite the pulse of competitiveness beating in the warm firepit of her stomach. the realization that she might be sitting last on the list — libby, last in anything, unthinkable, laughable, unforgivable — is curiosity's greatest known deterrent.
she has to pause around the little part of her mouth, the small snag in her breath where his fingers tickle like cascading water droplets, to parse whether his pride demands much the same. nico has always been a self-congratulatory creature, a peacock on display; tristan as she's known him has always craved the opposite. to hear a lie, to have it confirmed that he's wholly unremarkable, when he's the most exceptional of their group. and embry —
it could go either way, she supposes. he could want to hear he's terrible. he could want to hear he's better. the only thing she knows to be true is that she's desperately overthinking it. she tips her head toward his ear, a wisp of humid breath caressing the bend of his jaw. ]
Objectively speaking, you outrank him. [ light scintillates in her eye, glinting. ] I would need further testing to arrive at conclusive results. Currently, the only observational data I've gathered is your competitive ego.
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his grief might be a pattern. but it's not his fault he's just another spoiled, rich asshole who likes to be hurt. blame his fucking mom, or whatever. she taught him the stupid viennese waltz but didn't teach him how to feel alive except when he loses himself in top shelf liquor or a warm body. ]
I liked my last two partners. [ what the fuck? he does not like ash. ] But I like you way more. You outrank him.
[ that's not a lie; a part of embry really does hate ash for what he's done to him and what he continues to do. he has no right to occupy real estate in his head.
the cascade of libby's warm breath sends a shiver dancing through him, and yes, he is definitely more enticed than he should be, but — what if he isn't? what if libby is exactly what he needs? embry has never thought too hard about his desires, and he was already going to fuck his way through this casino anyway, just like he fucked his way through prague despite the only person he actually wanted to fuck being one hotel room over, so why not start with someone pretty and interesting and interested?
well, he hopes she's interested. he can't imagine what else further testing could mean. ]
I'm fine with being your guinea pig. [ this unintentional honesty is getting embarrassing for him. he should probably cut back on the drinking, a thought he's only had a few times in his life. his fingers move upward this time, ghosting along the nape of her neck, tracing the thrum of her pulse along her throat. ] As long as you don't give me my results until the morning.
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he wants something from her, the way parisa had wanted something from them, pawns ripe for the plucking on her chessboard. no, he wants — her, maybe. it's a bolstering thought, as much as it had been then — as liberating as it had been there, unlocking her rom the prison of her own insecurities, the cage she'd built for herself. a shiver of goosebumps zips up her spine, sensitizing the sensitive skin stretched thin over her pulse. there's no mistaking it, a one-two drumming beat out of tempo with the slow elegance of a waltz. the fingers bunched at his shoulder tighten, fisting and loosening fabric in quick, habitual succession.
i prefer to rank first would sound too smugly like nico, were she to say it. or — worse. it could lay bare every fear she has over sitting in second place, the consolation prize, permanently in competition. she tips her head to one side, instead, a plunging curtain of (messy, from constant fiddling) hair cresting down a shoulder. ]
You don't prefer immediate feedback?
[ her brow arches. she feels patently ridiculous, engaging in flirtation with anyone. and such innuendo is hardly parisa-levels of sexy (though libby thinks, unbidden and enviously, parisa could make anything sound sexy) but — but if she thinks of it from another angle, purely ... academically, of course, then it's just another test, isn't it? an exercise of a different sort of power libby rhodes has yet to master.
in a glide, her fingers sweep over to his bicep, and then the loosened knot of his tie, assertively tightening it up to his adam's apple. when her attentive stare returns to him, it's through the trellis of her eyelashes. ]
I find guided critique necessary for improvement. [ a beat, then: ] Unless you believe there's no need for improvement?
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arrival b.
the point is, although ash has a soldier's sense of decorum at times, and a st. louis man's tactful manners, he knows he shouldn't have seen the words written for embry, some breech of his inner mind. despite longing to see him, to touch him, to be the victim of embry's callousness and general disregard for the hearts of others, he has a mind to just not announce himself, to casually bump into him outside once they're both clothed in more than downy towels, and the muscles of his lithe back aren't tense with an ache ash itches to work out. but, well — then the crash and the blood comes, and captain colchester falls into line, stepping forward with a stern — no, a furious look on his face. )
Embry.
( it's not the pain or the blood that bothers him — ash knows himself well enough to know that he likes pain, finds beauty and a certain holiness in embry's pain. it's the violence. it's the words he read, the thought of living in a world without embry, that has him responding so viscerally. )
Don't say a fucking thing.
( he's pretty sure he'll hit him if he does, or at least that he'll want to. like a wounded soldier on a field, ash leans over the small circle of glass embry as made and, unbothered, picks him up, tossing the taller but still smaller man over his shoulder like a sack of annoying potatoes. he takes him out. he gets dropped down on one of the extensive counters nearby, his hand snagged and under ash's appraisal. he doesn't say anything else, quietly seething. )
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this is the middle of the day. he's supposed to have hours left until pitiful despondency.
a sharp, cutting response dies on the tip of his tongue, lacerated by the force of ash's command. who is he to boss him around? this isn't the fucking base. and yet embry feels the charge all the way down to his toes, an invisible clamp holding his lips shut until ash deposits him onto a counter-top free of glass and takes his hand.
he breaks hold of the spell, shuddering, hating every second of ash's attention. his perception. the shards wedged in his palm cut deeper when he abruptly closes his fist, blood streaming in rivulets between his fingers and down his wrist. ]
Fuck you. [ there's only one thing worse that ash could've seen, and that's the hot, ever-present, ash-shaped obsession that lives in his head. but that doesn't diminish how badly embry never wanted ash to know this. ] You don't say a fucking thing.
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( anger at embry comes up to a boil, because it always does. for some unknowable reason, ash has a bottomless pool of patience for everyone else in the world — carpathia separatists, european royalty and national leaders, the sapling men under his command that he sends off to die in battle — but not embry moore. embry is an ache that's been cramping his heart for years at this point, making it difficult to even think of someone else without sad, pouty lips disguising themselves in designer smiles. he wishes he could forget, sometimes. he tried to. all it takes is one look though, and he's back on a train ride to prague, biting bruises into embry's wrist and hearing about how much he hates ash.
abruptly, he decides embry doesn't actually deserve the prince treatment of being on par with him. watching the glass shards sink deeper in his skin makes ash flinch, because they both know he's going to get his way eventually, and all embry is doing is making it worse. he wants to hurt? fine. gripping his waist, ash tosses him on the ground like he's clearing a desk of papers, standing imperiously over him. )
You can give me your hand, or you can give me fifty pushups.
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as if embry is going to give him his hand now.
are you fucking kidding me is just a hissed gripe beneath his breath, because no, he already knows that ash is not fucking kidding him, and he doesn't need his damned foot on his back while he does his push-ups. his injured hand sits at an awkward angle, red smudging the cold, white tiles where his fingertips barely graze the floor, bearing most of his weight on his other side. he might have actually gotten through his grueling fifty if his anger didn't build with each flex of muscle, wondering why he's even doing this and hating himself even more than ash for listening in the first place. ]
Fuck you, Ash. [ he slaps his bloody hand onto the floor, his breath jagged, and props himself up on his knees. ] I'm done. You apologize to me for not minding your goddamn business.
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( someone else might have the charm to make that sound playful. ash, as is, is nothing but the culmination of angry hurt inside himself, an otherwise coldly impassive expression if not for concern disguising itself at fury in his green eyes. what he actually needs, he's pretty sure, is someone to fuck the grief out on, express control over this one thing in his life that he knows he's good at, isn't just told he's good by some american newspaper, or royal dignitaries he meets trying to get a hand in ash's political career. only — embry didn't respond to him for years. that's fine. his point has been made. there's a house full of willing bodies out there, and ash wants exactly none of them.
it doesn't help that embry is bloody and on his knees, in much the same position he met that blonde girl at one of merlin's parties. he doesn't waste time hating the part of him that's turned on by the sight, feeling in a certain way that embry was made to take up this position at his feet, kneeling and supplicant. off limits, even when ash sets his fingers into his hair, flexing his fist until it tugs at his scalp. ash feels that dark thing inside him go feral, clawing at the walls of his chest and demanding release, to yank and force and break and put together again. instead, ash moves to run a stressed hand through his own hair, turning his gaze from embry's. off limits, right. not yours. )
I didn't mean to. I'm sorry.
( the apology isn't benefited by ash's avoidant gaze, but he can't look at embry without wanting to kiss or slap him, so he avoids it all together, setting his jaw and stepping around him, picking up sharp pieces of broken mirror and collecting them in his open palm. he needs to pace. he needs to beat something. this is as much as he's getting. )
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he could go to him. that want alarms him, and he squashes it down with the same fervor that he ignored ash's email for two years while rubbing his dick raw to the memory of his hard body pressed to his. ]
Stop it. You're making things worse.
[ if anyone is making things worse, it's embry, as he goes to the glimmering pond of broken glass and starts picking up pieces himself, leaving drops of blood on the floor. he should pay for the mirror, and probably the hair dryer too, and then some extra for the staff to have to mop up his bio-hazardous bodily fluids. he should get vivienne moore to buy the whole resort so he can have his own fucking bathroom.
he catches ash's reflection in a shard, then his own, then he's lost altogether, thinking of all the times he thought about being dramatic and slitting his wrists in the bathtub like an actor in a movie. it's been a long time since he was that morbid, or maybe it just feels like that because of the distraction of carpathia. plenty of near-death experiences to keep him occupied already.
no sound passes his lips as he picks at one of the shards in his palm, pulling it out to a gentle well of fresh blood, the color stark and bright against all the pristine white and glittering gold fixtures. the second shard hurts, and something about the pain reminds him that ash is still there and he's acting like an idiot, so he stands up too quickly to go to the sink, holding his bloody hand away from his body. the room spins, the color gone from his face, as he stumbles into him. ]
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only, he doesn't get much choice, when embry stumbles. ash catches him with a free arm caught around his lean waist, holding his glass filled hand up and away for as long as it takes him to drop the little daggers in the sink. then, he feels it — embry bare chested and warm against him, ash instinctively turning his head to scent the rich boy shampoo stuck on his waspy locks. it's familiar enough to make his chest ache — not that he used anything but military issued soap in the barracks, but on that night in prague, he smelled like royalty. like a )
Little prince.
( he wonders if it's as easy to be adored as it is for ash to adore him — he drops his mouth to kiss his temple, opposite hand finding embry's wounded one and squeezing him around the wrist, bringing it up between them. he takes a predictable amount of pleasure in still supporting his weight. )
I don't like seeing you in pain unless I'm the cause. ( bowing his head, ash drags his tongue against the shallow pool of blood sluggishly gathering embry's palm. his teeth find another big shard and pull it out, spitting it to the side. ) So, I'm going to take care of it. Up to you whether we do it the easy way or the hard way. Either way I'm not letting go.
( his fingers flex on embry's waist, as if daring him to struggle free. ash will enjoy the fight. )
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