TDM 05

[goldmods]

【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.

Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our KING SUITES for all new arrivals. We will endeavor to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience.

As a token of our gratitude for your understanding, front reception has arranged for a GRAND FEAST to welcome our newest guests. The attendance of all guests is required. The house will enforce compliance.

Please note that rank-appropriate attire is mandatory. Guests found breaking social code may be disciplined. We hope you enjoy your stay! 】

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

A cool breeze lofts across the room. Gentle, soothing. Cotton sheets and silken covers slip with the tired stretch of limbs. New arrivals dozing in the comfort of their king-sized beds wake to the balmy warmth of a hazy sun and the rhythmic lap of waves on the shore. Clouds mist around the floor, granting ethereal ambiance. Gauzy curtains flutter, revealing a majestic stretch of sky in all directions. This temple is nestled at the top of a mountain, one where the sea somehow meets its edge.

All King suites have been set to the Heavenly setting for the comfort of these new Wildcards. To call this place a room feels like a misnomer; all of the senses scream that this is a real temple at the top of a crisp oceanside mountain. The only clue that this place isn't what it seems is the door in the distance. It stands dark against light, a stark rectangle distinctly out of place.

New arrivals aren't waking up alone. Reception would never expect their guests to wake up in a cold bed. All new guests will be waking up next to another Wildcard or a current guest snatched up from the hallways. Guests waking up in these heavenly King suites will wake dressed in sheer white tunics and togas that leave very little to the imagination.

MARK OF THE GODS

None of the traditional suits have manifested on these Wildcards. Instead, all new arrivals will discover intricate patterns winding their arms and legs, each one different from the next. Thorns, vines, stars, or moons — the commonality of these marks is that they come in either glittering gold or shimmering silver.

► BENEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of gold running along their skin have been identified as benevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the kind spirit within. All benevolent Wildcards may experience the effects of any RED SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

► MALEVOLENT DIVINE: Those with marks of silver running along their skin have been identified as malevolent deities. The powers that be have sensed the muck that lurks beneath the surface. All malevolent deities may experience the effects of any BLACK SUITS over the course of the next two weeks.

MADDENING HUNGER

Itchy throat, dry mouth. Headache. Hungry. It comes on slow, at first nothing of note. But, surely, it begins to deepen. Grapes don't feel filling. Water barely quenches thirst. All new arrivals will wake up in a state of hunger. They will find that despite the complimentary snacks left in their room by room service, nothing hits the spot.

No matter how much food they eat, these new arrivals, who have been dubbed as divines, won't find any satiation from food or wine. This gnawing hunger is exhausting; as it increases, their strength decreases. They cannot continue on like this for long.

All Wildcards, regardless of divine differentiation, will need to be worshipped for sustenance. Otherwise, they risk falling into a frenzied state.

There are many ways they can be worshipped. While having their bodies worshiped through sex is the most effective, they can find minor relief in acts of praise, affection, offerings, service, and so on. The longer a Wildcard goes without being worshiped, the more their god mark will leech their energy, and the faster they will lose their sanity. Loss of sanity can result in any kind of frenzy, from general mania to breaking from reality.

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

Doors to the grand banquet hall of Gilded Cage have been opened. A singular massive table stretches throughout the entirety of the restaurant, every available inch loaded with trays of food and goblets of wine. Waiters seamlessly dip in and out of the kitchens with platters over their shoulders, bringing delectable cuisine from all avenues of every earth around for guests to enjoy. Vibrant fruits, roasted meats, and decadent desserts funnel into the hall without end.

Rugs and cushions have been laid out for low rank guests. All high rank guests have thrones and benches covered in crushed velvet and delicate linens. Wildcards have a seat of honor amongst it all, each fresh new divine lead to the grand dais for their own semi-private tent with daybed and eager servants.

Low ranks are carefully watched by security and wait staff. Some low rank guests may even be dragged in by resort staff to assist serving high rank guests and Wildcards. All high rank guests and Wildcards are revered and catered to during the feast. Low rank guests are expected to feed them, rub their feet, and comply with any whimsical demands. Any low rank guest that defies a higher ranked guest is at risk of being shackled, forced to scrub chamber pots, and other humiliating punishments.

ROYALS

► Royal cards are King, Queen, and Jack ranks. All ranks beneath them must comply with their demands, no matter how whimsical or stupid. They are waited on hand and foot, with low ranks throwing themselves forward for the honor of pleasing them. Royals do not need to obey the commands of anyone aside from Wildcards. While it is good manners for a lower royal card to defer to a higher royal card they will not be punished if they decline.

► Royal cards are encouraged to eat, drink, and be merry. Be selfish! Be greedy! Take everything you want! There is no end to the pampering and indulgence offered to royals. Long-standing guests line up to flatter them and give them gifts. Resort staff are desperate to make them laugh or smile. A royal card frowning strikes terror every servant. Resort staff will insist that they seek their own pleasures and not worry about the feelings of those lowly cards. All numbered cards exist to satisfy the royals; being concerned about their peasant feelings is unnecessary.

► Royals can command any numbered rank. If they find a numbered rank they particularly like they may monopolize them for their exclusive use. The word no does not exist. Whatever a royal wants, a royal gets. They can also issue punishments to numbered ranks that do not please them. There are guards prepared to discipline servants at their command. They may also dominate unruly servants with their own hands if that pleases them.

SERVANTS

► Servant cards are ranks A - 10. Hierarchy exists within the servants as well. While a rank 10 servant must flatter and please the royals, they may issue orders to any servant rank beneath them. This continues down the line — a rank 6 servant must obey and adore any rank above them but may command and bully any rank below them.

► The Ace rank shows its fickle nature. All Ace cards are bottom-barrel servants sitting at Rank 1 that anyone can bully. They are automatically ordered to clean up trash, scrub sticky floors, and dance provocatively for any rank that demands a show.

► Servants must obey anyone that outranks them. There are guards standing along the walls waiting to discipline any servant that defies the hierarchy. However, the guards are mostly for show — suits enforce real compliance. Any servant that disobeys an individual who outranks them is at risk of their suit flaring. If their suit does flare, submitting and obeying or an orgasm can abate suit effects.

WILDCARDS

► Wildcards are akin to deities. There is no greater honor than to serve or possess a Wildcard. Royals want to own them and servants want to please them. All Wildcards are showered with endless adoration. Fights break out for the chance to feed them grapes or rub their calves. Wildcards may do whatever they want without consequences, even toward royal ranks.

► Wildcards are encouraged to indulge in the finest of everything. Servants must tend to them and obey their commands. While royals do not need to obey them, there is great prestige in claiming a Wildcard’s affection. Wildcards are encouraged to be selfish and enjoy themselves to the fullest.

► Any royal or servant that satisfies a Wildcard can collect a Wildcard token. This is an electronic token that appears in their bank account once a Wildcard has climaxed during sex. Physically pleasing two Wildcards bring about great blessings. Players may submit two Wildcard tokens under their rewards thread to collect a small item voucher.

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

Phoenix Casino has been reborn in antiquity. Stone pillars line the aisles and embroidered linens cast a gauzy filter over every corner of the gambling center. The number of statues has increased, with every corner decorated with marble figures in provocative poses. The feast continues into even here; scantily clad servants and waiters carry around platters of succulent fruits and pitchers of wine.

The game tables are abuzz. Special games have kicked off in honor of the new godlings that are waiting to check in. Even here, those of different ranks are distinct from one another. The lowest ranks wear small slips of clothing. Some are even collared to show they belong to a particular royal or Wildcard. Royals and Wildcards dress luxuriously in thick robes and golden jewelry.

Game managers clap and encourage guests of all ranks to join in on the fun. While there are numerous card games, slot machines, and raffles happening around the casino, staff are promoting three events in particular.

WILDCARD AUCTION

► All shiny new Wildcards have a unique number pinned to their robes. Early in the night these nubile virgin Wildcards will be paraded across the stage and asked to introduce themselves to the crowd. After, the bidding will commence. Don't miss this opportunity to claim a resort virgin and beloved divine!

► Bidding for a Wildcard can get intense! Numerous long-standing guests are already obsessed with these stunning new arrivals and are quick to bid high. Bidding wars can break out at any time. Some very eager long-standing guests are willing to get violent if it means they get to monopolize one of these Wildcards. Security is on stand-by for cases of Wildcard theft; some guests are so desperate for these Wildcards that they'll even try to kidnap them if they see the chance.

► The hierarchy is temporarily set aside for auction purchases. Any rank can dominate a Wildcard if they have the means to bid high enough and buy. In the case of Wildcard purchases, their god marks will force compliance to whoever buys them during the auction.

CASTING LOTS

► This special game of lots is designed for a high rank and a low rank to play together. In the case of guests of the same rank playing together, a coin flip will decide who plays the "low" rank for this game.

► The high rank guest will roll a six-sided die. The number rolled will reflect the game rule by which the low rank guest must try to satisfy the high rank guest. If the low rank guest manages to satisfy the high rank guest they will receive a large payout. If the high rank guest is not satisfied they may discipline the low-rank guest in any way they see fit.

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

► The high rank decides if and when they have been satisfied. Work hard, low rank!

HEADS OR TAILS

► What's a casino without a bit of risk? There's a special game of Heads or Tails happening at the game tables. All guests must bet their rank in order to play. Winners of the game will have the option to either swap ranks with the loser, or keep their rank as is and move on to another game. With a little bit of luck, even a Rank 2 can experience living the high life.

► All rank swaps are temporary. Winners that choose to swap ranks with the loser of their game will have 24 hours with their new rank before they revert back to normal. They may continue playing on with their "new" rank if they want to test their luck.

► Heads or Tails is played with a physical Golden Peacock coin. Players will take turns as the coin flipper, with their opponent guessing if the outcome will be heads or tails. The first guest to reach three correct guesses is the winner.

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

A massive circular arena has been erected in the middle of Beak. Staggered seats rise up to the ceiling, where royals lounge in luxury viewing boxes. The gaping mouth of the arena is wide and desolate. An assortment of weapons, such as spears and shields, hang along stone walls. It waits for the taste of blood and stench of battle. The sound of the audience cheering and booing echoes throughout the Wellness Quarter.

Beneath the open arena is a smaller closed arena and the warrior’s bunk. Warriors will find cold showers, rustic wooden benches, and training weapons available for their use. Deep in the earth is a grimy prison where servants who refuse to battle are thrown to wait for their turn. There are also cages where the hungry “animals” wait to go out and entertain the masses.

A long track rings around the perimeter of the arena. Gone is the standard green fuzz and white lines, replaced with stone and dust to elicit the real feeling of running beneath the hot Grecian sun. Foot and chariot races take place throughout the day.

BATTLE ROYALE

► Numbered ranks have been conscripted into battle for the amusement of the Wildcards and royals. While high ranked servants may be able to wiggle their way out of a fight, low ranked servants will be thrown into the arena without mercy. Warriors that win their battles will be showered in accolades and payouts while losers will be mocked and pelted with rotten tomatoes. Warriors that try to forfeit their match will be stripped naked, strung up on a pole, and mocked for 24 hours.

► Battle rules are simple. Any means and methods of fighting are acceptable when in the arena. The arena’s overseer will decide if a battle will end when first blood is drawn or if it will continue until one side can no longer continue. There are rare instances of battle to the death, typically reserved for warriors who have deeply offended a Wildcard or royal.

► Royals and Wildcards are welcome to join in the royale if they wish. They will not be forced and they will be given any armor they want before stepping into the arena. Low rank warriors are given no armor — some may even be forced to fight nude.

SUBDUE THE BEAST

► Any numbered ranks that have displeased a Wildcard or royal will be thrown into the arena to fight barehanded against hungry tigers and lions. If there are no troublemakers on hand to throw into the arena for entertainment, low rank servants will be forcibly volunteered instead.

► Those alleged hungry tigers and lions? They are other servants dressed up in sexy animal costumes. While staff will take genuine volunteers for this role first, they will forcibly volunteer low rank servants into the role if needed. All costumes are revealing and offer little protection. There is an assortment of looks to choose from, not just tigers and lions, though whether or not a servant gets to pick their outfit depends on how charitable the arena master is feeling.

► Matches will end when one party can no longer continue or the audience is sufficiently amused. Royals and Wildcards are permitted to partake if they please, and there will be no consequences if they decide to withdraw.

RACE TRACK

► Royals and Wildcards are invited to participate in horse racing. Only, there are no horses to be found — all the “horses” are servants! Any chosen servant must carry their master over the finish line. While piggyback rides may make the most sense for a race like this, many of the high class prefer more elegant positions, so anything goes. Horses are required to wear a bridle at all times during the race.

Servants are also allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. Servants may ride any servant of a lower rank. Aces are ordered to walk around with a poop shovel and bag, even if there won’t be any real horse poop lining the track (probably).

► Royals and Wildcards are also invited to participate in private horse racing. These races involve no track, taking place in the back of Beak in private rooms furnished with cushions and silks. Like with the public races, royals and Wildcards may select any servant that catches their eye. Unlike the public races, the goal here is to make their ‘horse’ orgasm as quickly as possible. Times will be saved on their Watches. The faster a master makes their horse come the more bragging rights they have.

Servants are once again allowed to participate as jockeys as long as they observe the hierarchy. The higher ranked servant must make the lower ranked servant orgasm as quickly as they can. While the ‘horse’ may offer mutual comfort they will receive no accolades for their skills.

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

Talon is bustling with warriors training for the arena. Several strength building stations have been set up, including benches for royals to perch on while warriors bench press them. Additions have been made to Talon as well; multiple mud pits have been dug for warriors to participate in some mud wrestling between arena battles.

Servants that appear too fragile to handle mud wrestling have been conscripted into the oil bearer role. Their job is to slather the warriors in oil from head to toe, and otherwise prepare them for their matches in either the arena or in the pit. This includes styling their hair, tending to their wounds, and wiping the sweat off of their bodies if so desired.

The locker rooms that connect Beak and Talon have been fully stocked with first aid kits and luxury bathing supplies. Warriors that have won their matches get first pick, leaving the dirty towels and shampoo that smells like ass for the losers to sift through. Those sneaky ghost hands are having a field day, snapping rat tails at unsuspecting bathers and locking naked warriors together in the supply closet. Guests lacking vigilance may find their bottoms unexpectedly pinched.

MUSCLE CONTEST

► Who can appeal to the royals and Wildcards most? It’s a competition based on aesthetics! Strip down, oil up, and flex your muscles to earn a high score from the judges. Royals and Wildcards may issue a score between 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest.

Wildcards and royals are welcome to join in the competition. For some reason, their scores always end up being 10 no matter how skinny or noodly they may be! The flattery and praise for their stunning looks and bodies is endless. No need to work out, my lord, my lady. You’re stunning as is! Truly no body is more perfect!

► Servants are not only allowed, but encouraged, to bribe royals and Wildcards into giving them a high score. While chips and gifts can certainly be offered, isn’t the most compelling argument some hands on experience? Staff will hint to competing warriors that offering sexual favors to the judges may help improve their scores. What better way to prove their physique is the most superior than to put it to work?

► Royals and Wildcards may purchase warriors for their exclusive entertainment if they so desire. Staff are eager to impress these nobles and make a pretty penny in the process. While this isn’t an official auction, these sneaky staff aren’t above making sure the elite and their requested warrior are left alone in a locked room. You grease my palms, I’ll make sure that sexy warrior greases yours.

WRESTLING MATCHES

► Guests will find that a deep mud pit has been added to the front hub of Talon. Servants are stripped and oiled down before being thrown into the pit to wrestle for the entertainment of the nobles. While staff will take volunteers for wrestling matches, they will also grab whoever looks good, even if they’re just passing by! On-lookers place bets during the matches. The winner of the match will receive a small cut of the prize money.

► Wildcards and royals may enter as well. Servants are expected to throw their matches if they’re facing a noble… and if they don’t, they may be facing some unexpected consequences! All suits are sensitive to the hierarchy and will suddenly flare if a servant starts thrashing a noble.

► During a match-up of nobles, it is expected that the lower ranked noble will throw the match in favor of the higher ranked noble. While royal suits will not flare if this isn’t adhered to, discipline between royals isn’t unheard of!

► Some matches are held under “Special House Rules” — which means that the winner of the match gets to claim and fuck the loser. On-lookers will jeer and demand that the winner publicly fuck the loser where they can watch, but private rooms are available for the winner to claim their spoils of war without sharing.

WAYWARD ARROWS

► An archery range with targets has been established for warriors to show off their shooting skills. Like the arena, there are benches and boxes for the audience to admire this graceful art — or to throw tomatoes from when a warrior misses the mark! Both servants and nobles are welcome to participate as archers.

► Servants have been conscripted to act as moving targets across the range. They are told to heckle the archers while avoiding their arrows, and only advised that the arrows won’t pierce their bodies if they get hit. It’s all fun and games. We can’t have all of our servants dying en masse!

During this portion of the games, archers will be given an assortment of charmed arrows with chalk tips that elicit different effects:

RED ARROW: Chalk powder from red arrows will trigger an intense need for physical release by grinding, humping, or frotting.

BLUE ARROW: Chalk powder from blue arrows is pure aphrodisiac. Inhaling this powder will cause close spike to near-orgasm, one that the target will find that cannot be completed by their own hand.

GREEN ARROW: Chalk powder from green arrows will stir neediness. The hit target will suffer cravings to be sticky and hug, climb, and generally latch on to another person.

PURPLE ARROW: Chalk powder from purple arrows will cause a bad case of loose lips. This may manifest in a compulsion to loudly speak in pretentious purple prose, dirty talk, or say otherwise hilarious things for the amusement of the audience.

► Effects from the arrows will wear off within the hour. Multiple hits from differently colored arrows can create fun new effects so feel free to get creative!

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

The spirit of the festivities rouses something primal. With emotions heightened, the core of the Golden Peacock responds in kind. It drinks in the sweat of the warriors in the arena. Inhales the laughter of the royals using servants as furniture. Basks in the brilliant glow of fresh Wildcards. The portraits in the elevators are rowdier than usual and the chandeliers lining the hallways gleam with new vibrance. Energy is palpable.

Things begin to move around the resort. The forgotten and the old exhale a dusty breath. Like the hunger that the Wildcards woke up with upon arrival, as its heart begins to beat quicker, there is a tension in the air of those things hungering to feed. To join in, and indulge. To get what they want.

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

► Statues around the resort begin to stir. First it’s with a hazy blink, moving to the slow creak of their stiff mouths. Eventually they break off of their pedestals and out of their poses before clumsily making their way down the hallways, stone feet an emphasized thump with every step. They tremble, their cold stone bodies aching for warmth and human embrace.

► Statues around the resort have begun trying to kidnap guests for themselves. Once they’ve spotted a guest they want, they will stop at nothing to try and drag them back to their pedestal to spend forever locked in love’s embrace with them. They do not need food, drink, or rest.

► There are two ways to put a statue to rest. One is to engage the statue in battle and break off its head. Once the head is broken off, it will cease to have a spirit and crumble to dust. The second is to involve the statue in a physical act of intimacy — have a threesome with it! Or twosome, if someone is willing to watch. In the case of the second, statues will return to their pedestals satisfied upon completion.

► Statues that end up destroyed may drop a small lore hint. They will wheeze as their stone begins to disintegrate, their stone eyes dripping liquid gold tears. “I just wanted to feel alive again… I wanted to feel like you again… to be whole,” will slip past their marble lips before they crumble away.

NARCISSUS

► Gaze into the water. Admire your pretty face, the curve of your lips, the squint of your eyes... wait, are you winking at yourself?! Over the next few weeks, water-based reflections will begin acting of their own free will. They have the ability to move within the scope of the water and speak, their voices muddled but understandable.

► These reflections are extremely flirtatious and charming. They smile and bat their lashes, pretending to be innocent while drawing the original owner in closer. How about a smooch? How about more than a smooch? Their whispered promises are sweet. Salacious. Loving. Anything to get closer to you. Leaning in too close to the water is dangerous — these reflections will reach out and try to drag unsuspecting guests in. Whether this is out of malice or affection is unclear, but how can they possibly make love to you unless you join them in the water?

► Once caught, it is challenging to escape from their phantom limbs in the water alone. Several long-standing guests need to be saved from The Nest’s decorative fountain because they keep coming close to drowning after trying to kiss their reflections. Unfortunately, not every location with water is as prepared to save unsuspecting would-be lovers. No body of water is safe — not even a cup of it!

► Reflections will become increasingly indignant if they're ignored. Their sweet words will take a sharp turn into insults similar to, "I'm the better looking one between us anyway!" They may also let slip some personal secrets like, "This is why Johnny will never love you back! You're so cold, ignoring even yourself!"

Any mention of the fact that they'll end up drowning the character in question will earn a scoff and another small lore hint along the lines of, "Why are you being such a baby? Only the resort can really kill you anyhow. It's not like you'll die forever if I fuck you in here for a while!"

PANDORA’S BOX

► A spider's web threads through the resort. Invisible, but audible to those that are willing to listen. One of the Punishment Rooms on the maintenance levels is unlocked. Without the padlock on the door to keep them silent, silvery whispers drift up from the basement. A brush of thought, a tickle of an idea that won't quite go away — come down… come down and see… what is inside… don't you want to know?

► Those that heed the call and explore the maintenance levels will find the unlocked Punishment Room. The closer one comes to this door, the stronger these voices grow. They will continue calling, eagerly encouraging whoever stops in front of the door to step inside.

► The inside of this Punishment Room is plain. White walls, a single card table, and two plastic chairs. A single lightbulb offers a dusty glow. There is nothing particularly interesting upon first glance. Slowly, the door behind will creak closed until it is closed, locking itself in the process. That small lightbulb will begin to dim until everything inside the room is plunged into darkness.

► This Punishment Room senses the worst memories and fears of one of the captives inside and forces them to experience them in real time. The manifestation of memories or fears inside this room are realistic, to the point that it's impossible to discern whether or not this takes place in reality or the mind. The Punishment Room will randomly select which prisoner to dig from if there is more than one, but all guests inside will experience the room's effects.

► The door cannot be unlocked from the inside. Someone must either open it from the outside or captives must wait until the punishment is over and the door unlocks itself. How long that takes is random, ranging from a few minutes to a few hours. That’s what you get for listening to disembodied voices!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: Alcohol; aphrodisiacs; battle; blood; bondage; compulsion; costumes; discipline; dominance; drowning; dubcon; fears; fighting; food; hierarchy; humiliation; indulgence; kidnapping; noncon; paranormal; power imbalance; roleplay; servitude; stalking; submission; supernatural; terror; violence; weapons

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's August event. Changes to the above locations will ICly be present from August 15th - September 1st.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. 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 prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, 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 regardless!

▶ Wildcard tokens from the GILDED CAGE prompt may be redeemed even if the newbie(s) in question do not join the game, but only for the small item reward; the token does not carry over to Game 52.

▶ 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.

▶ Don't forget to relax and enjoy the end of your summer! ♥

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Comments

no worries i've been dead

[riskybeenus]

I get it. It's different if it's coz yer feelin' it, and not coz yer forced to deal with it.

[Things like that, at least, Rinne can understand. He was the same after all.]

Well, ya get used to it, annoying as it is. 'Sides, you'll find plenty of people here willin' to go for it even without having to think about filling a deck.

[schmisse]

[ The tentacles are very different from the usual... means of getting a massage, but she imagines how efficient it must be. Weiss doesn't find herself bothered by it either. Somehow, her time in the Ever After has made her more tolerable of things that don't make sense to her.

What does make sense is the story thus far. And perhaps it is because of the fairy tales and stories she's read that she thinks ahead. So the boy, all alone, would eventually find an underwater palace, will he?

Though so far she can't imagine how he ends up there. Maybe he drowns, too? He obviously survives, if the premise of the story is anything to go by. ]

So, what happens to him?

actually we can just thread that if you want, since it'll only take a few comments

[tfy]

[He doubts Bakugo could rip out the heart of a villain, let alone the heart of someone innocent (and beautiful and handsome etc.) like him. It's why he doesn't take as much offense to the threat as he could have. But he does dislike that kind of talk, and if Bakugo isn't careful about who he threatens, he might just end up with his heart ripped out.

It's not a pleasant thought. But there are a lot of powerful people here. People with downright terrifying abilities. Sorcerers who can burn people to ash with a murmured incantation; gods who can do seemingly anything; part-human, part-monster types with teeth and claws that could cut through human flesh. Hiyori has been going out of his way to find guests like that, since it benefits him to have strong people on his side who can protect him. The ones he's forged relationships with are good, at least as far as he knows. But there are bad people here, too—people who would definitely fall on the "villain" side of the heroes-versus-villains equation.

It's not just the House or some enchanted statues they have to worry about. He wonders if Bakugo knows that yet.

But now isn't the time to talk about the murders he's heard about. Now's the time to grab a cart! Which he's just on the verge of getting the staff to give up, although at first the restaurant employees don't seem too sure—the person asking isn't a face card or anything. Is it alright to let a Rank 8 borrow one? But he flashes them his most winning smile and says,]

Not to worry! I'll be very gentle with it, and won't leave so much as a single scratch ♪ I just thought I'd use it to deliver gifts to people! Specifically, I have some fancy gifts to deliver to my high-ranked friends.

[That should do it, he figures. If he says it's for the sake of the higher-ranks, they'll approve. He doesn't respect the hierarchy here, or his place within it, but he knows how hierarchies work. And this wouldn't be the first time he's used the rank system to his benefit.

However. These words don't have the magical effect he intended, because Bakugo appears behind him and just grabs the cart without saying a word! This sends the staff into a tizzy, with some of them calling out after him. It looks like a low-rank thief stole the restaurant's property! A frowny, delinquent-like thief!

Hiyori, meanwhile, glares after Bakugo's back for a moment, before smoothing over his expression and turning back to the staff.]

Sorry about him. He's not very good with words. But he's actually the servant I hired to deliver those gifts to the higher-ranks! I tell him which presents to load on, and he pushes the cart for me~♪ That's the deal we have. I'd better go keep an eye on him, though. He'd be absolutely hopeless without me.

[And then he rushes after Bakugo before they can say another word. Once they've left the restaurant and re-entered the hall, he chides him gently:]

Baku-kun, Baku-kun! You almost un-did all the work I did! You know that good kids ask before borrowing things, right? I bet heroes are supposed to ask, too! Not that I have much respect for the property here, either...

[Well, whatever. They have a cart now, and so he'll walk quickly with Bakugo back to where those statue pieces should be waiting. (Keyword being "should.")]

[lieabilities]

[ Maybe he should just make his own dreams come true from now on- ]

[ Kleken feels like it's him taking a gamble right now, letting Minos' mouth anywhere near such sensitive areas. But the thrill of the risk is exhilarating and each caress of the butler's mouth against him grows the excitement. Lowers his guard inch by inch as he greedily keys into the sensation, an equally dangerous risk to take when his guard is what's keeping Minos pinned down against the bed. ]

Ah... now there's a good boy.

[ Kleken don't do stuff like that while you're in danger. ]

[ As a treat (??) Kleken's tentacles move and shift, mimicking the motions of Minos' mouth on Kleken against Minos' cock. While they can't quite get the shape of lips, the pressure of brushes is near identical, just moments after the butler does them himself. ]

[ This is definitely not a treat, this is making Minos feel like he's fellating himself and it's completely on purpose. ]

[theidlemaiden]

[ He's really never going to beat the Lindhart allegations. But also maybe there's something to be said about her attracting men that consistently forget to care for themselves. If this was her life calling, she's not sure she wants it.

Regardless, whether or not she realizes she's doing it intentionally, she looks from the offered fish up to him. What was that about sad puppy eyes? ]

I'd feel less self conscious if you ate too.

[ And then in the next beat – ]

This isn't going to do anything to me, will it?

[polarbearstrong]

[1884. That sounds fantastically far-fetched, that Mori could really have been plucked up from so far in the past but then again...here January is, picked up and deposited in a hotel he can't apparently leave.

And, well...pocket-watch. Very slowly, January shakes his head at the question.]

I...don't know that much, I'm sorry. I mean, I know that it mostly produced watches until...about the end of the 21st century? And then it finally started producing phones and got really well-known for especially elegant ones. [He pauses, then smiles faintly and honestly a bit sadly.] If I'd shown up here with my things, you could see what I'm talking about. One's been passed down in my family for about 200 years, actually.

[It's about then that January realizes that if Mori is, in fact that Mori - which does seem very likely, doesn't it? - then he's currently staring at something that would fetch...so much money, back home. As far as he's aware, Mori and Daughter does - did...does? Gale had presumably gotten January's-turned-their broken phone screen fixed at some point - watches and clockwork still, but less, which meant that the clockwork bits were even more expensive than the phones.

Christ. The watch he's looking at should be in a museum, shouldn't it? An original Mori (and Daughter?) pocket-watch.]

I wish I could be more helpful...but it does seem...unlikely that it's not the same shop, doesn't it? [It dawns on him that Mori had seemed...surprised about the 'daughter' part.] What was it-- what is it called now? For you?

sounds good to me

[blastedass]

[Hiyori's right. He would never kill someone unless there's absolutely no other choice and the one vs many argument pitches too hard into reality. Normally the young man doesn't go into more gruesome threats; it's mostly a rude "eat shit and die" or "choke and die" array of curt dismissals. If he doesn't simply "die" straight up like some edgy teenager. Eventually his classmates started to get used to it and ignore the snapped anger.

He's well aware of the kinds of people here. The villains from his world and two heroes make it obvious this place is capable of handling all kinds. Even with ridiculous power. Bakugo might consider allying himself with people he meets, provided they pass his high standards and he actually wants to work with them. Hiyori's notion to ingratiate himself with strong allies isn't a bad idea. So long as he's careful and knows who he has connections with.

Anyways, they've got a damn cart now! If these people need proof they're doing what they say they are, he'll bring the pieces right back here and dump it into the fucking store! That or lead the next statue assault right through the kitchen door. Are the statues even going after the staff or only the guests? Who gives a shit. Hiyori's left to deal with his blaze in/blaze out actions as Bakugo hauls the cart through the swinging doors and into the main area once more. He sizes it up, deeming it able to carry the statue pieces.

Good thing he's not there to hear what Hiyori said about him. That'd get the sparks flying.]

Haa? [Bakugo twists his head on his neck when the guy comes yapping after him. Why the fuck is he talking to him like a little kid?! Then simmers into normal Hiyori and the blonde glares at him in response.] It's called commandeering. You don't fucking ask.

[Technically you're supposed to have a badge and reason though. Bakugo's already shoving the cart down the hall, getting the hell out of there while they have the chance. Back to the statue so they can stash it away.]

[lieabilities]

[ Watching Natsume fall apart on his lap from a single, though arguably substantial, thrust in was just oh so satisfying to Kleken in ways he'd rather not touch upon. Not when he has the younger man scrambling at his shoulders and quivering atop him, hips rocking in a desperate move for satisfaction that was ever so pleasant to see. Even more so when Kleken's greed was on full display. ]

Oh but you're taking me so well... you could take more, couldn't you?

[ As difficult as it is, he stills his hips, resisting the urge to rock up into that tight heat as he loosens his fingers against Natsume's hips. To give him back the ability to squirm so nicely on top of him after that initial thrust. Leaning back against the bed once more, his gaze scans over the other's bared body, tentacles moving to tease at the other's chest and hips and back. ]

[ He wants to see more, to see the other fall into the pit of depravity with him of his own accord. ]

Go ahead. Move.

[blastedass]

[Doesn't matter if this tough-looking guy is being unshakeable. Bakugo's still snarling at him since he took it upon himself to try and hunt him down during the arena game. Whether or not he was "hit" is in contention, but it doesn't sound like the archer give a shit about it in the end. Him? Knocked around?!]

I didn't! [Let that be the end of it, dammit! Feels like his face is getting scanned. No bruises darkening on his skin, no hidden cuts now opening a line of crimson, not rashes from hitting and skidding on the ground (albeit he did take a hard impact at one point) leave any permanent marks. He's drenched in sweat, some dirt, and plenty of smoke, but the rest is fine. With the arrow heads not being dangerous, it made the game far less risky.

Bakugo glances at the hand offered to him, then flicks his glare back up to that expectant look. Why the hell do people always think a damn handshake is necessary? No one ordered that the sign of sportsmanship! That said, this guy landed a strike at the end, albeit not a hitting one; Bakugo still has the lanced hole through his collar to prove it.

He gives a firm, quick clap of the hand, one shake, and done.] I'm not gonna be your damn prey. You want a rematch, we can spar in a training room.

[If this guy wants to go arrows versus his explosions again, fine, but not in this shitty setting. Being shot at like a wild animal is ridiculous!]

[molotovmoustache]

Alan's remark about making it into the park is at first met with a chuff of laughter. Baptiste has jumped countless gates in his time - so the idea of climbing into another restricted area hardly daunts him. So he gives a wave of his hand as if he could disperse the doubt that hangs over his companion's head.

"It ends when the damn place wants it to end. Yours is a bit different from the jaunt I had previously, so I'm not so sure." Baptiste admits simply. The words are cloaked in a tone of stubborn determination, unyielding to the cold or the prospect of balancing Alan's wits. Yet his mind does consider one damning little thought: ... What if it kept them here for days? Could Baptiste really keep them warm enough for that long?

Baptiste doesn't entertain the worry for long, doubling down on one solid fact: He had no other option but to figure it out.

His step is pointed, heavy on his heels as he starts to follow the wall of the park. Any familiarity with this place is drawn purely on the anecdotal examples of a man well-travelled - yet even just a few steps taken he begins to realize that he can't see a break for a gate or an opening in the slightest. Confusion passes over his features before he offers a glance back toward Alan.

... How far would this place let him wander away from this vivid piece of the other's memory? If he loses sight of the other, could he trust the entity behind this already cruel scenario to let him find his way back?

His brows furrow. When his own memory had unfolded before himself and that damn vampire previously - the halls of his home had shifted and changed so rapidly that Baptiste didn't have time to follow his younger self or his sister. What happens if the surroundings bend in on themselves and he's not with Alan?

A scoff brings with it a tuft of steam that unfurls in the air before him. The cold pricks at the outer shell of his ears, a reminder that he couldn't afford to stay still until he's found something to burn.

Looking to the ground, he finds a few leaves and twigs that are doused in winter slush - leaving them useless for their purposes. He glances upward to catch the peeking branches of a dormant tree. It's a tall, stone wall - but with a proper foothold he could jump up and rip some down... Then he can return to the other without either of them leaving the other's line of sight.

He casts one more look toward Alan to confirm that they are, in fact, still within one another's line of sight. Making out the other's form - he doesn't wait long enough to see if the other remains idle or if Alan has begun to search for any sticks that had fallen on that side of the wall. Instead he turns before he quickly runs towards the wall. The tip of his boot catches one uneven stone before the rest of his body falls into action. Another lunge, another foothold before his hands grasp at the heft of one of the branches. A long creek dashes the silence of the snow-covered land - before a sharp snap follows.

Baptiste's landing on the snowy pavement isn't nearly as graceful as his initial jump - his feet slipping out from under him. It takes him a few recovery steps to regain his balance - narrowly avoiding a tumble into the wet snow. Yet in his arms he holds the brittle bounty of a frayed branch and her offshoots...

It's enough for him to start a fire, at least - so he'll return to where he left Alan before he kneels down to begin snapping at twigs and branches to better set up their makeshift fire. He hums as he works, offering a glance upward only when he can feel the other's eyes on him once more.

[molotovmoustache]

Not a challenge to be taken up at all, of course! Why ever would the werewolf feel any sort of inklings of competition?

Baptiste is a good sport, if only because the taunts of princess and darling are ultimately roles for him to play rather than anything damning to his ego. His confidence is ultimately unflappable - the man comfortable with showing just how 'flexible' he could be by being a little bit of anything people may want him to be.

Such is the promise of the performer - after all.

"Of course, mon cher," Baptiste purrs.

His back arches under Chika's coaxing touch. Fingernails dig into the other's shoulder as his hips move to meet with the other's body. His fingers spider over the man's chest, fingertips tugging at hair as he finds purchase as his body swallows Chika's cock once more.

"Oh, you're so thick-" Baptiste moans out the praises he'd promised Chika if the other had won. In part it's to keep his promise, in another part it's to see if he could fluster the other, "You fill me up so w-"

A new shift of his hips sends the other inside of him at a new angle, cutting off his praise. The sharp sensation of pleasure with just a bit of pain forces a sudden gasp - the crowd around them offers a rising clamor. With each new thrust inside of him, Baptiste becomes increasingly aware of just all of the eyes on him in this moment. How a ravenous crowd eats up just how blonde hair plasters to his damp forehead or how his back strains in the curved arch. A sheen of sweat is beginning to form over his flesh as he continues.

All the while his own cock aches. Each rough grind of his own hips sending a jolt of wanting through his own nerves.

[keita]

[ Phones, January says. Keita, who has still never made eye contact with a telephone other than the ones used for internal calls at the concierge desk, can't quite conceptualize it, and he does find himself wishing briefly that January had somehow managed to arrive with his belongings—but it is what it is, this place. None of them are exempt. ]

No, this has been extremely illuminating. [ Eventually, Keita puts away the pocketwatch, wondering as he does whether the Mori and Daughter of the future has any connection to clockwork at all. Would whoever took over the shop in the future have any interest in the craft, or would the gears and bearings of the past give way to—what—wires and suchlike in the future? ] It's just Mori's, for me. Although I...

[ This is going to be the strangest thing Keita has ever said aloud. It makes him feel a bit like he's floating outside his body. ]

I have a suspicion I know who the "daughter" might be.

[ Who else but Six, really. She already knows so much about watches and clockwork, just from her observations while sitting in the workshop while Keita works—and he had thought in passing, not long ago, on one of their trips to the vivarium, that it might not be terrible to have her in the house all the time, particularly when Thaniel was married and gone with a child of his own to raise. ]

I hope it's not too disappointing to find that I'll be of no use at all when it comes to the watches this place gives us, [ Keita adds after a moment, looking up at January with a smile. Goodness, but he is tall, isn't he? ] But if you have any interest at all in the more old-fashioned sort, I'd gladly make something for you, even if it won't be able to do much more than tell the time.

sorry, getting back from mini hiatus!

[ratratrat]

[Any privacy afforded by occupying the furthest stall has surely been shot to shit by their yelling. Splashing water and the slight tremor Bakugo's body makes when it hits the wall only further announces the bullshit going on down there.

Luckily, people seem too busy resolving their own chalk-induced urges with their own business to interject.

Charlie's fingers, still coiled in pants now halfway down his shower partner's thighs, tense together. Water runs from the fabric, immediately soaked again by the stream overhead. What trickles along the side of his palms is almost warm - this guy's body heat is fucking impressive.

He looks up, facing the indignant yell with a grin.] Alright, alright, I'll let you finish that. [And, suspiciously, he relents, releasing Bakugo's pants. One newly freed hand reaches over his shoulder, leaning against that shin propped to his chest. He grabs the soap, then takes a step back.]

Want the whole shower to be cold, or are you gonna fix it? [No mention of 'washing your back,' he's just planning on going for it when the moment is right. There's no other soap for Bakugo to use, anyway.]

[asixthsense]

[Take even more? Surely he couldn't... Natsume was sure he would burst or at the very least lose his mind if one more tentacle tried to push its way inside him right now.

While Natsume might be the one on top, it was Kleken that truly held all the power. When those firm hands finally released him and the command was given, Natsume couldn't help but start to rock his hips. Slowly at first, letting his body grow more accustomed to the sensations so as to not be overwhelmed. He had to bite his lip to keep himself focused, when all he really wanted right now was to close his eyes and lose himself in gently rocking back and forth over the same couple of inches.

It was a struggle to remember he was here for Kleken, to take responsibility for what he'd inadvertently done to the man. Especially when those tentacles could be felt sliding over his skin, seeking out his more sensitive places. It was almost maddening in an entirely different way that none of them went for his own cock. It bobbed gently in the air between them as he moved, his hands braced lightly at Kleken's waist for balance.

He wouldn't give in and touch himself this time. As if it were an unspoken command now, he'd take his cue from Kleken - and right now the man clearly wanted to watch him. So Natsume leaned back a little more- groaning at the slight shift in angle as he did so- and encouraged himself to work his slow rocking into a pace more likened to riding. With how full his ass was, every little movement was pulling soft, utterly indecent noises from his lips.]

[riskybeenus]

Nah, this much is easy.

[He looks leaner than he is, probably. It's not all true, Reign does weigh the worth of a full grown man, and gravity will fight him eventually, so he's keeping a quick pace on the way to the clinic.]

If ya hurt yer foot even more, I'll toss ya over my shoulder instead~

[eaudevamp]

[ Reign can be quite stubborn, and he's about to argue again until he hears the subtle threat in Rinne's voice. Broca had done that once to him already. Wasn't pretty, and he rather not a repeat.

Especially if passerbys could witness him in such a humiliating position, in contrast to the privacy of his suite with Broca. ] ...fine. [ Is what he finally mumbles out with a pout, arms tightening around Rinne's neck, though he does give his husband a peck on the cheek for his efforts.

With that, Reign keeps a firm hold of Rinne until he's settled down on one of the clinic's bed. Hopefully the kiss is enough of an incentive for Rinne to win over gravity. ]

[flaminghot]

“…Are they?” he blurts out before he can stop himself, distracted—mesmerized, even—as he’d been by Olivine’s motions, how gentle they’d been, how like Eiden and yet not…

But he feels the heat crawling up his cheeks again, suddenly mortified that he’d asked some silly rookie question and now his pride’s on the line, and unlike with Eiden, he can’t actually…fight this one or likely even fuck him into submission.

Suddenly Dante realizes that he’s in far more danger than he’d initially thought. Immediately clearing his throat—

“What I mean is that every inch of my body is a finely honed weapon, one that’s been blessed by the spirits of fire. You’d do well not to underestimate my strength.”

[flaminghot]

[ Sh—Shut it…! ]

You…!

[ He never thought he’d to run into someone actually worse than Eiden, but truly this world is full of surprises. It’s only years of strict discipline that’s even kept most of his reactions out of Matoba’s predatory gaze, but even that is making his skin tingle in ways he’d rather not think about right now.

But Matoba’s successfully reduced him to a flushed, panting mess, Dante gritting his teeth to bite back an actual plea as Matoba pulls away before he comes, his nerves taut, his heart racing, every inch of his body crying out at him to flee—at least metaphorically.

This is not a man to be toyed with. This is completely dangerous, uncharted territory.

This is, somehow, extremely fucking sexy, but Eiden’s already proven that he has a thing for defiance, hasn’t he?

So maybe Matoba denying him his climax is a blessing in disguise, for he surely would have lost then and there, unguarded and unprepared as he is for a truly dangerous and unpredictable foe. Right now he knows he’s being given a reprieve, knows that this is all some insidious trap, knows that Matoba’s just somehow going to win this encounter no matter what, but…

He’s defeated impossible odds before, hasn’t he? And he’s still not going to back down from a challenge, trap or no trap! ]

You utter fool…

[ He grabs Matoba firmly by the chin then, glaring down at him fiercely for a moment before he wrenches Matoba up onto his lap to kiss him senseless, his tongue eager but sloppy in its technique, tasting the remnants of his own burgeoning arousal on the other man’s tongue. ]

[massochism]

Dante... you're such a terrible liar sometimes. Well, he doesn't think the words are untrue, though—just that it most certainly hadn't been what he intended to say. Thank God Olivine isn't Eiden through this exchange.

"Of course, I understand... I will take care to revere your body and it's strength to the fullest." As fingers continue their reverent pressure, in fact, slow and thorough in how they take in every inch of that quite honed body. "But what I meant is that... ah. I enjoy when it hurts, to a degree. So I want to be clear."

See, not some rookie mistake—it was really more amusement at himself and how he apparently doesn't come across as someone who would like pain (which is, of course, for the best).

[worldbent]

[Wow, the frightening Sun Lord already about to burst after just a little teasing from a wet mouth? Matoba could make a comment about his stamina here, but he doesn't get the chance. He's too busy, shoulders shaking, cackling at the man's sputtering reactions. He's just too easy.]

Ufufu--

[Matoba barely gets a chuckle out before Dante is reaching out to grab for him, eye widening slightly just as his roughened palm grips at his chin and leads him upward. The servant is obliging none the less, raising himself up from his knees to straddle Dante's lap instead; their cocks brush, Matoba no less aroused by their activities, and brushing past the wetter cock in Dante's lap, his mouth opens with a shiver to the invasion of Dante's tongue, heat passing between their mouths, between their bodies.]

[He allows Dante to plunder and bully as he likes, this time- and as much as his hips tempt to buck, as much as his fingertips itch to wrap around them both and stroke, he keeps to the rules of the game. Mouth only; so he focuses instead on pushing his tongue against the other man's, sucking on the one that invades his mouth, each movement slow and precise and mechanical, a conniving contrast to Dante's sloppy enthusiasm.]

[It's only when they finally break for breath that he rasps out a chuckle again, tracing Dante's mouth with his own.]

The rules say that I may only use my mouth, [Matoba purrs, his voice warmed with his own arousal,] but I suppose they said nothing about what you can do to me.

[If Dante is reading that wicked statement as an invitation, who could blame him?]

[tonguetoxicity]

[Not his soapy scaly butt! He just washed up! Also he was still in the middle of scrubbing off the mud. That stuff was everywhere and stubborn.

Also he felt gross from nearly being drowned.]

No clue.

And I wish I understood but also...not. There's a sick kind of mind that thinks kidnapping for sport is fun.

[the_roman]

[ Alan does know when he's beaten. And Reign's gesture, the suggestion that Alan can reciprocate somehow, does help. He sighs, a trifle theatrically, and rolls his shoulders. ]

Shoulders it is, then. [ He shifts on the chaise to give Reign more room, though he isn't entirely sure what to do with himself. Massages have not figured largely in his life. ]

Letting me keep badgering you with questions isn't much of a trade, but if you don't mind ...

Your eyes are -- very unusual.

[tonguetoxicity]

[Pretty little spots that Nara could kiss and fawn over another time if he stayed. Or maybe someone else would be so lucky as to dote over Reign.

But he found himself kissed, gasping for air and moving as rough as he could, as hard as he could to make Reign drop and rise.

Nara could feel himself shake and hold his breath. The pressure- it was getting overwhelming. Even as his tongue tried to swipe and meet with the vampire's, he could feel his orgasm grow ever closer.

He pulled out of the kiss with a gasp, his grip tightening on Reign's back.]

Close.

[eaudevamp]

All right, shoulders it is. [ With the space provided to him, Reign gratefully takes the spot behind Alan, settling down and making sure that they're both as comfortable as can be. His hands are gentle as it's placed on Alan's shoulders, fingers firmly digging in to find tense kinks to release. ]

Oh? You're the first person who ever brings attention to it. [ Even if others have noticed it before, they've never really quite ask Reign about his eyes, though that's often the first indication that he's not human. ] Have you heard of vampires?

[afullmoon]

Him? Feel competitive over something as petty as size? Oh, he didn't feel any of that at all!

But he did enjoy seeing Bapiste being a very good sport about all of the pet names. They were only little taunts, and parts of the show they were giving to their very captive audience. Not that Chika was paying any attention to that at all.

He was paying more attention to the praise spilling from his lips, cut off by waves of pleasure and rolling thrusts.

"You're very good at this." Chika murmured for the blond's ears. Oh, he could be loud and ensure he had all the praise repeated by the crowd in a chant. But he didn't. Instead, he lightly pressed his lips against Bapiste's skin- and offered a gentle nip to see if he could elicit a gasp from the chest bite, quick and small as it was.

"But you look like you need a little more...don't you? Think you can use your words?" What a sore winner. Just taunting a firebreather like nothing else. What was a poor man to do when a werewolf was taunting and trying to make them gasp and moan in front of everyone...?

Especially when he was starting to pick up the pace.