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TDM 05

【 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! ♥

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

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Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

( he signals someone who he recognizes is venerated by the guests and employees of the Golden Peacock as a noble—the ones that have been here long enough seem to be identified by suits and ranks, like cards in a deck, and those fortunate enough to be marked as face cards are treated like royalty. lycas figures… maybe he has some idea of how to navigate this, to slip the social shackles that have been placed on him by this lofty designation that they’ve given him. so far, just being honest and saying he wanted to leave didn’t work. they took it personally, like their own failing—like it was all their fault that they hadn’t pleased him enough or entertained him enough, or noise like that. and, honestly, after the first attendant had started to make a scene with how they wanted to make it up to him, he decided it just wasn’t a worthwhile path to continue to pursue.

so he finds six in the crowd, sat boredly on an adjacent throne. he’s grateful that the summons is at least potentially interesting enough to draw his attention—he’s just gonna have to try to keep it.

he grumbles in reply, a gravely and pensive sound. it might work. he’s still trying to suss out exactly where his position as one of these “deific” newcomers is. all the folks with lower-ranking cards seem expected to do basically whatever the newcomers or the royalty say, and those new are… what exactly to the royalty? shiny trinkets to be collected? not really his bag, but if it gets him out of here and away from all these people, he’ll play along with whatever song and dance he has to. )

Could work. ( he leans heavily onto the arm of his throne which gets him closest to six, so he can continue to speak in low undertone, trying to keep the words for his fuzzy ears and no one else’s. ) I’d tell ‘em I need some time with you to see if you’re the type of guy I’d agree to such an arrangement for. Hopefully that’d be enough for ‘em to let us go?

( if leaving alone felt like a failure to these people, hopefully them leaving together would make them happy enough to let it go? )

[Sylus’s gaze flickers down to his wine glass, studying the way the light catches in the cool clear liquid as if it holds more interest than the man now sitting at his feet. He swirls the glass lazily, the movement almost hypnotic, before taking a slow sip. The taste is subtle, complex, actually delightful; nothing compared to the satisfaction of watching Ross’s reaction.

He lets Ross’s sputtering question remain unanswered for a second, seemingly unbothered by the sudden burst of fury. And decides to still not answer it.]

What was what? [His voice mild, almost bored, as if the answer is of no consequence to him. His red eyes remain fixed on the wine glass, but he doesn’t miss the way Ross’s left hand has clenched into a tight fist, drawn close as if shielding something.

That’s interesting. The left hand—an unconscious movement, perhaps, but one that reveals more than he likely intends. Sylus files it away. He’s used to assessing worth without needing to glance at a price tag, and this clenched fist is just another tax to the whole worth.]

What did you think just happened?

[He'd be the type that others might love to see break down and beg. Thank goodness Reign isn't interested in such things.

At the question, Nara shook his head.]

I didn't want the food at the feast.

[No special diet, even for his kind. He was just being fussy.

But he follows, not realizing the compulsion in place as he does. He merely thinks it's a good idea to follow his rescuer.]

The modern suit is more what I'm used to. But I'll take anything that's not overly sexual.

My, what a perfect answer.

[It's practically a purr when she says it, languidly relaxing in her throne-like seat and slipping further down onto the cushion, ready to accept what she had (demanded) asked for. Their hosts seemed to encourage the decadence, the indulgence... so why would she waste any time or effort attempting to hold on to decorum or appear unphased? She freely shares the low hum that bubbles up her throat, the way the other woman's touch makes the soft foot that seems to have almost never walked upon the ground arch and curl with pleasure in her hands.]

It almost sounds like you're enjoying your stay here...

[But even as she lightly groans, eyelashes fluttering and hips squirming slightly to the sensation of pressure on tendon and muscle... Her golden eyes are sharp and curious. Or maybe that's just the light of the banquet hall.]

[Eyes narrow slightly, considering the implications. He’s well aware of the games being played here—how they’re all pawns in someone else’s grand design. The mere concept is revolting, even if Six’s pragmatism is intriguing, worthy of respect at least.

The sums being thrown around might seem impressive to some, but to Sylus, they are laughable, insulting even. Back in the N109 Zone no one would dare even lift a finger in his direction even if they came armed with an unspeakable sum and an ironclad will to back it up. Here, they think they can buy him with scraps, as if he’s some trinket to be bartered over. The very thought makes his lip curl in disdain.] Scraps. They should all know better.

[ If nothing else, Reign rather be the one to break down and beg. Maybe on his knees, blindfolded and bound. Or perhaps tied up in bed.

At the negative response, Reign nods in understanding. ] All right. We can always grab a bite after getting you clothes.

[ Hunger makes people cranky. And cranky people are easily manipulated by the resort for its own entertainment. Reign rather have Nara at least enjoy his time here, regardless of whether the man ends up registered as a guest here. ]

Got it! Give me a moment. [ Reign leaves Nara standing amongst the rows of suits, some intricate, others more simplistic, yet still stylish. Soon enough, he returns with two selections. ] Here... which do you want to try?

_{[ While it's been some time since the resort had seemingly kidnapped and shuffled him into an entirely different suite in the middle of the night, it hasn't been long enough to leave him shaken or disoriented. The only thing that was different this time around was instead of Roche being the one doing the smothering, it would seem that the tables have been turned. The warmth and extra weight keeping his back pinned to the sheets isn't entirely unwelcome though — it's very much so if the way his free arm moves to wind around the back of his new bedmate had anything to say about it, and as such he doesn't put up much of a "struggle" beyond stretching out as much as he's able to in order to rouse his mind towards the waking world.

At least he has the decency to crack his eyes open — a brilliant blue with a faint, green glow near the center — to meet the black ones peering down. He doesn't say much at first beyond a quiet hum as he tries to place a name to the face but once he knows that he's drawing a blank, Roche laughs softly and tilts his face into Kiritsubo's waiting palm. ]}

I believe I'm still having one, actually.

_{[ He knows this is real but still. ]}

[The servants pour two glasses of wine. He tends to favor red, something with more depth and complexity, but he supposes a fresh white wine is appropriate for a warm day like this. He picks up his glass, examining the pale liquid with a curious gaze, swirling it gently before bringing it to his nose to get a whiff of it.

He chuckles softly at Zhongli’s question, the sound low and rich.] Wine connoisseur might be taking it too far, but I do have high standards.

[He takes a sip, letting the wine hit his palate. The initial crispness is refreshing, a light fizz dances on his tongue. There are bright citrus notes, unexpected, but the underlying sweetness is balanced by that subtle acidity. It’s lighter than what he usually prefers, but it’s pleasant in its own way. His lips quirk downward in a brief expression of actual pleasant surprise.]

Well, I’ll give credit where it's due, [Sylus says, setting the glass down with a thoughtful hum,] this one’s not bad.

[He leans back again, his gaze flicking to Zhongli, intrigued. He has high expectations of peepaw already ok?] But what about you? I assume you have something to say about this wine as well, given your apparent expertise in tea. I’m curious to hear your thoughts.

[Kiritsubo could tell a lot about a person by their eyes. Her own, so dark that they seemed to absorb all light and reflect nothing in return, could see only「truth」after all. And right now... She wanted the truth of very many things. Where she was, to begin with, who had brought her here, to follow, then how it had been managed and for what purpose... There are no threats here, only overwhelming luxury and an illusion of beauty.

That, and this man.

Curiosity concealed expertly in a croon and a warm approach, she rubs a thumb affectionately over the line of a cheekbone where he leans into the pillow of her palm, leaning in closer and sending loose strands of her long, pale hair in ticklish fall across his skin. Adjusting, something body warm and metal presses lightly into his skin between her breasts and where she lays atop his chest.]

Do you want to wake up... ?

[Oh, this was very real. She is well aware of that. But she asks despite, in a sultry little whisper that curls her plush lips up at the corner and makes her smile just enough to reveal a hint of sharp white teeth.]

[ kiritsubo's foot is pliant in her hands, her skin soft and smooth as silk; befitting one of the divine, not that clorinde is aware of what she's truly dealing with. at the very least, kiritsubo seems to be enjoying herself, if the way she slips down into her seat is any indication. clorinde shifts closer, accepting more of her weight as she works her thumb down to her heel. ]

It is... [ a pause, as she finds the right word. ] Interesting. The guests, more so.

[ a non-answer, yes, but she's not about to speak her mind with all the staff around. she doesn't trust this place, but she hasn't been here long enough to be able to avoid consequence if she attracts unwanted attention. ]

And you, my lady? Have you been enjoying yourself?

[ When Kaveh's eyes open, the first thing in his line of sight is shock of silver hair. He smiles, a soft and lazy thing, and stretches, one arm reaching out for a single moment— before clarity hits, and it withdraws as if burned, a stricken look crossing his face. He sits up, and, quickly realizing how naked he is, draws the bedsheets closer to himself. ]

Where...

[ He looks around, brows furrowing over his crimson eyes; for a moment, it's easy to believe that he's no longer in the resort, but a temple of some sort, overlooking the seas and mountains.

But the watch remains on his wrist, and the suit mark endures on his skin, and between his state of dress and the scent of this place—

It must be a king suite, he thinks. So, then... ]

Um... excuse me. You're new here, right? They've probably screwed up the arrivals again...

[ And the last thing he wants to do right now is explain how this godsforsaken place works to a poor newcomer.. He sighs. ]

I'm Kaveh. Welcome to the Golden Peacock Resort and Casino.

[ After making little progress the last time he was here, Sanji’s back to casing the casino and looking for some clue of his crewmates when he’s suddenly whisked away by several staff members in the middle of asking another gambler if they’ve seen or heard of them. Before he can even utter a word of protest, they’re ushering him backstage and pinning the number 32 to the front of his robes, muttering some explanation about a mandatory auction that he’s required to take part of. It’s compulsory and he isn’t given a choice.

That should set him off— especially with the gnawing, insistent hunger that’s returned during his time darting through the crowds at the casino— but it does represent an opportunity at the same time. It’s a chance to get up on an elevated platform and get a broader view of the crowds around the casino, much of which already appears to be migrating in that direction. None of his crewmates are really the types to buy someone and force them into servitude, but they could be new as well and up for sale or just watching or— well, regardless, it’s another chance to potentially find one of his crewmates. Sanji recognizes there’s a kind of futility to his search, that with all the people here, it might be impossible to determine one or the other, but it’s too soon to give up yet.

He isn’t particularly pleasant to the staff as they prepare him backstage and coach him on exactly what to expect, eyes constantly flitting to the sides to glance at anyone that walks by… and finds that none of them are the people he’s searching for.

By the time he walks out on stage, dressed in the same luxurious robe and gaudy jewelry as everyone else that’s being paraded across, he almost wonders if it’s worth it. Not that he has a choice, really, the expression on his face more vaguely annoyed than anything else. The crowd gathered to bid on them is, of course, extensive, and he doesn’t have enough time to really take them all in. ]

Hi, my name is Sanji, the next prize in this shitty auction. [ His eyes sweep over the crowd anyway, desperately looking for anyone he might recognize, voice clearly lacking enthusiasm. He brightens slightly as he catches a glimpse of several female bidders near the front of the crowd, but doesn’t stop looking around to admire. ] If any beautiful navigators or crazy captains or lying snipers are out there, you should buy me.

[ The rest of the time he’s on stage passes by in the blink of an eye, and it’s only near the end that he thinks he catches a glimpse of someone with orange hair, just near the back. But the bidding ends before he gets a good look at whoever it is, and he’s summarily marched off-stage, a pair of staff members escorting him out of the casino itself to meet whoever’s bought him for the rest of the day. There’s still a thin tendril of hope that it isn’t some stranger he doesn’t know, fueled by that fleeting peak of someone he thinks— hopes— prays— is Nami.

And then he sees her, right there, waiting by the entrance to a lift and his whole face lights up in unmitigated joy and relief at seeing someone familiar— someone he cares about— in this strange, alien place he still isn’t used to. ]

Nami! [ It bursts out of him before he’s even inside the lift, just as joyous as the huge grin that decorates his face. Some part of him knows it would be better if she wasn’t here— Sanji still doesn’t understand the full extent of this place, but he understands enough to know this isn’t anywhere any of his crew would choose to be— but after the strangeness of the past couple of days, he can’t help the feeling of comfort that just seeing her brings him.

At the same time, he doesn’t miss the telltale sign of barely restrained emotion on her face and in her eyes, something simmering below the surface that he only just notices before the doors clang shut and suddenly, she’s wrapped him in a hug so tight that it feels like it ought to make his ribs creak while tears stream down her face. Before he can even think about it, his arms are circled around her shoulders as he hugs her back as tightly as he can. ]

Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay, Nami. I know this place is pretty awful, but… I’ll manage. [ Even though they’re all alone already, his voice is naturally soft as his fingers gently stroke and rub her back, trying to provide whatever comfort he can. Being near her makes his heart full of all kinds of emotions— joy and worry and protectiveness chief among them— and the warmth that spreads through his chest is at odds with the burning pit of anger in his gut that something has made her cry. ] I wish I knew why I was here. I didn’t really have a choice, you know?

Don't be silly—a bounty hunter holds no allegiance to anyone past the fulfillment of their contract, after all. I would never betray my customers, even after our deal is fulfilled.

[his gaze passes over the crowd briefly, then returns to Midnight. they haven't had the guts to ask him anything, after all, so why expend the effort right away?]

Me? I'm pretty easy-going, of course. If I'm lucky, I'll end up with someone who's been able to explore this place and willing to share some of what they know. As an exchange, of course. As far as the actual bidding goes, I'd have to go with someone who doesn't mind worshipping a little, right?

[but the information is definitely the more important part, obviously.]

[Sylus acknowledges the truth in that statement about fate and lack of control with a measured nod. That doesn’t mean he has to like it. Sylus has spent his life bending situations to his will, refusing to let fate dictate his path. Yet here he is, in a place he wouldn’t have chosen, making the best of a situation he can’t entirely control.

Doesn't do wonders to his mood.

When Rafayel hands the bottle of wine to the servant and suggests a toast to new beginnings, Sylus watches him with a measured gaze.

He scoffs. A toast is meant to celebrate, he supposes he can celebrate the lavish lifestyle he's accustomed to isn't gone (yet).] Why not? A toast, then.

[He raises his glass, meeting Rafayel’s eyes with a slight, almost imperceptible smile.] To new beginnings, however unexpected they may be.

[He takes a sip, then grimaces.] I need to look at their wine cellar.

[ It would be concerning that when Weiss realises that she isn't in her queen suite anymore that she doesn't even panic. The lighting is different, the pillow is different, the feel of the sheets is different that she ends up asking herself where she found herself in this time. At this point, she highly doubts she's back home, so she must have been whisked away by the resort some place else. Desensitised by the resort now, she just slowly turns from sleeping on her side to being on her back before opening her eyes.

That's when she hears the sound of footsteps, and she rolls again to her side, facing where she heard the noise this time around. The space next to her on the bed is empty, and there's some blond person standing by the bed wearing a rather revealing outfit.

She's far too drowsy to even make a comment about it. Instead, she pushes herself to sit up, pulling on the blankets to cover herself up a bit. Her long white hair and her pale skin makes it seem like she belongs in this heavenly setting. She unfortunately doesn't. ]

No, you didn't wake me.

[ A pause. She has to blink the drowsiness out of her eyes. ]

You weren't going to just let me sleep, were you?

[A closer glance at the axe in Hilda’s hands, red eye narrowing as he assesses it, he finds it's a sad excuse for a weapon—dull, poorly balanced, and not intended for any serious combat. It’s almost laughable that they’d give her something like that and expect her to survive in this arena. He’s seen better weapons in the hands of street thugs, and his worst armories scattered across the country—and the world—house far superior gear.

He lets out a soft, disappointed sigh, shaking his head slightly. Concerned. What kind of game is this?] That’s the best they could give you? I’ve seen kitchen knives with more bite than that.

[Her wariness doesn't escape him, but he's an asshole: Sylus smirks, a touch of amusement flickering in his eyes.]

Relax. [Someone telling an anxious person to calm down—always a classy move. He rolls his shoulders, loosening up for what’s going to be a more prolonged bout.

Before she can respond, another opponent enters the arena (when did he get there anyway?), this one faster and more agile than the last. Sylus’s gaze flicks to the newcomer, sizing him up with the same cold, calculating precision. He shifts his stance, already adjusting to the change in dynamics.] Lucky for you, I’m used to working in duos.

[Without another word, Sylus moves, his body a blur of controlled aggression as he engages the new opponent. Precise, methodical strikes, except these are parried more often than the previous person. Sylus still manages to manoeuvre in a way that keeps both himself and Hilda out of immediate danger. Despite his earlier dismissiveness, he’s aware of her presence, making sure she isn’t exposed.

As he drives the newcomer back with a well-placed kick, Sylus glances over at Hilda.] Stick close and keep that axe ready. Even a dull blade can be an asset in the right hands.

[wow, he's a completely appropriate gentleman! really though, he'll definitely find that confirmation sooner than later.

For now, their assessments run much the same way. Not outwardly volatile or dangerous, but he's definitely not putting the possibility aside... doubly so when she confirms the tiny, static-y feeling is indeed just a natural shock that evidently comes with the territory. Interesting...]

I can handle a little shock, but I appreciate the effort, miss.

[It's that moment that has him searching more in earnest for her tacet mark finding it across one shapely thigh. Yeah, there's definitely something a little femme fatale about Yinlin, especially the more they talk.]

You have a point... but it's definitely not like any family I've ever heard of. Awfully roundabout to give us some strange game to play, if they just wanted us to disappear.

[He doesn't like it at all, actually. It's worse than a retroact rain powered sonoro sphere, in some ways.]

The pleasure is all mine, miss Yinlin. It's not often I get to meet such a striking young lady, even in my line of work. Almost makes it worth the freaky kidnapping.

[ WHEN HE GETS YOU GOLDEN PEACOCK who was that he's going to tsunami anyone who thinks they can just shout out some exorbitant— ]

[ the indignity of it dies down almost instantly when he recognizes the voice, when he gets a moment to process who it actually is, the clarity isn't enough that he can call out, but he does turn to look in the direction of the sound of what must be a delusion (not vision-based, an actual delusion) and just.

immediately is both disappointed and relieved. disappointed that the duke is here of all places, relieved that... well, figures the duke would boast some insane amount of winnings... he always finds a way, doesn't he?

neuvillette just takes in a deep breath, forces the clarity through, even if he still feels somewhat muddled. the golden marks cascading down his body like winding tracts of seafoam brighten just a little as he holds tightly to the seat he's been given. just to keep himself from leaping forward (he knows he'll miss, his depth perception right now is skewed—the stage is too far then too close, wriothesley is too damn far, but also closing in on the distance quickly.

who would have thought they'd be brought together like this... of all ways. he wants, oh, he wants badly to be done with this, free of it, but he can't reach deep enough for the power, like it's been siphoned from him pathetically. instead, as someone tries to grab his head to turn him and show his profile, he lashes out and bites again, blood dribbling down his jaw as he lets go of the quickly retreating hand. don't. touch him.

he's been worship averse for his own reasons, but that's... not a great idea considering the state it's put his wildcard position in. ]

[Eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene, he finds the arena tainted by the sight of the bound servant. He frowns, a flicker of disdain crossing his face. He doesn’t enjoy picking on the weak; there’s no satisfaction in it. His true strength lies in conquering challenges worthy of him, not crushing those who can barely stand.

His attention shifts to Clorinde as she moves to his side, her amethyst eyes briefly meeting his. She notes his confidence, and he can’t help but chuckle. Confidence is simply knowing what you’re capable of, and Sylus has conquered one of the most dangerous organizations in his world with that very knowledge.

The fight begins, the first two opponents closing in on Sylus fast. To knock the first one is very easy: Sylus remains still, calculating, letting the man think he has the upper hand. Just as the hulking figure swings a meaty fist, Sylus steps to the side with effortless grace, the motion fluid, almost lazy. His own fist connects with the man’s jaw in a swift, brutal uppercut, the impact reverberating through the air with a sickening crack.

he third man targets Clorinde, lunging at her, but she sidesteps with ease, her movements sharp and controlled. Sylus takes a moment to assess her side, watching her fluidly dispatch her opponent, her technique as precise as a blade. She doesn’t need assistance; she’s more than capable of handling herself.

It’s almost distracting—almost.

In that split second, his second opponent makes a move, charging at him with the force of a bull. Sylus shifts his focus just in time, moving with lightning speed. His knee drives into the man’s solar plexus with brutal precision, the impact reverberating through his opponent’s body.

The crowd roars as Sylus casually slips one hand into his pocket, as if bored by the whole affair. The man staggers back, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his face contorted in pain. Sylus knows the damage he’s inflicted: a likely broken rib, his diaphragm thrown off-kilter. The man crawls away, struggling for breath, and Sylus watches him with a cold detachment.

It's then that he realizes that he's not crawling away. But towards the servant, who shook visibly and whimpered, fallen onto weakened knees on the floor and looking at the both of them with wide eyes. Smoke-like ribbons of black and red coil around her suddenly, and lift her off the ground. Away from the still-gasping man, behind Sylus. Sylus' eyes didn't even dart at her, no matter how terrifying being physically manipulated by something non-tangible is and she's yelping in fright and fear.] Just what, exactly, were you expecting to do with her?

[ Oh, he looks so very good on his knees. The warmth and affection in those pretty eyes soothe the strange hunger that's been gnawing at her since this morning, prompting her to reach out to caress his sharp jawline. ]

Hmm, I can't decide. Perhaps I should have a look at the others first. For fairness' sake.

[ Extending her hand, she nods towards the other contestants.]

Come with, lest I forget what you look like while I judge the others.

[He’s barely adjusted to the room’s overwhelming brightness when he hears a soft voice and catches sight of a shock of golden hair beside him slipping from under the covers. So those weren't pillows under the sheets. His frown deepens, the gnawing hunger in his gut twisting tighter as his gaze falls on the man.

Kaveh, he calls himself. Sylus’s eyes move over him, taking in the way he seems to blend with the brightness around him as if he were part of the rays themselves. The thought irritates him. Why would they place someone like him, someone who seems so obviously acclimated to this place, in the same room? Was this man supposed to be some sort of guide, sent to ease him into whatever twisted game this is?

The mere idea grates on him. But intel is intel regardless of who grants it.
Sylus’s eyes move to the gauzy curtains that flutter gently in the breeze, the soft light filtering through them almost painful to his dark-adapted senses. The brightness is unbearable, suffocating in its warmth. His stomach pangs again, a sharp reminder of the hunger that continues to gnaw at him, deep and insistent, and he groans, adjusts his spot on the bed.]

Can you close the curtains? [Sylus finally asks, his voice curt and low, laced with the irritation that simmers just beneath the surface. They're on Kaveh's side, anyway.] It’s too bright.

[The auction on Neuvillette goes without much of a hitch. Either people are too scared to try and bid against Wriothesley, or it's very obvious that Wriothesley had no intention to lose the bid that there was no reason to try.

A hand twitches and the way an icicle had formed in his hand says a lot about the warden's current emotional state. He was beyond livid. Treat him like dirt. Remind him of the sinner he was. To parade the man who was practically a symbol of justice like some slave to be sold off to? It yanks at something deep in the man's heart. This is why he despised these damn auctions.

Well, at least he didn't murder anyone, but the want is there.

Wriothesley wins the bid, and he leaves his seat to walk up to the stage. He doesn't quite wear his usual anymore. His wardrobe has grown since arriving in the resort, sporting ripped black jeans with plentiful chains hanging from the belt loops and tucked into steel-toed boots. He wore a simple white t-shirt with a bright red jacket over it. Honestly, it might be more modern, but it still practically screamed of the man wearing it.

And while Neuvillette is loathe to be the deity that he was apparently at the moment, Wriothesley knew to play the part. He carefully reaches out to take Neuvillette's hand in his as he gets onto one knee and gives the back of the Iudex's hand a chaste kiss.] Monsieur. Would you do me the honor to letting me escort you back to your room? [Private and quiet. They can talk then.

Though, maybe talking might have to come after.]

[ How much time has passed? Shoko doesn't really know, hasn't kept track. How can anyone in this whirlwind of decadence and debauchery? That strange hunger's ebb and flow remains with her no matter what she does. Her healing ability does nothing to ease it, and having broken away from the masses to find some peace and quiet has only worsened her condition.

She's famished, on the brink of delirium, as she wanders towards the sound of water. Padding towards the sound of water, her bare feet carry her to the fountain where she sinks down, eager to quench her thirst. Her hand is half submerged when someone stops her from leaning in further. ]

No, I don't want tea. I wanted water...

[ She may protest but there is no resistance as she lets herself be manoeuvred into his nest, sinking into the soft pillows with a sigh. Tired doe-eyes lift their gaze to her host and blink slowly as they study the unusual texture on his cheeks and hand. ]

Did I wander into the realm of the Dragon King?

[Prompto frowns as he backs up from the guards stationed around the place. Sheesh it isn't like he was trying to escape. He was just casually walking, at a fast pace, away from the cursed place that was filled with familiar guests, some he recognized as being around his rank, and oh no he is NOT down for serving anybody that isn't HIS Royal Pain in the Ass.

Unfortunately he is caught, stripped and harassed into a skimpy pair of skintight white shorts which leave little to be imagination before being shoved into a tent with his 'Guest'. He manages a cry of 'hey watch it' at the guard before stumbling back, readying himself for the fall-

Only to be caught by familiar hands? Oh no. He looks at Ignis with a mixture of sadness, fear and disbelief. Please let this be a dream.]

Are-are you real?

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