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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.
ROYALSRoyal 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.
SERVANTSServant 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 BEASTAny 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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    KIRITSUBO 🔮 ZONE-00 (NEW PLAYER, "WILDCARD")

    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-16 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    01 ⛤ DIVINE AWAKENING
    ⛤ Form: "Natural" Shape (♀), a pale northeastern beauty ⛤ NSFW Possible

    [There are those who would likely react in a panic to suddenly find themselves in a foreign bed in a foreign land, no matter how luxurious the sheets or breathtaking the view. Kiritsubo, however... is not that sort of woman. At least, not anyway or anyhow that another person would pick up on. She has the advantage of waking first, stretching leisurely as she eases from sleep to notice that she seems to be clad in sheer white robing, that this is not the mattress she last laid down on, and that the person next to her isn't the man she fucked last night.

    So when her partner wakes... it will be to the face of a beautiful woman, long hair so white it's nearly icy blue forming a half-curtain around them, eyes blacker than black staring down over plush lips curled into a mischievous little smile. If they are wondering why they cannot easily move... it seems she is partly atop of them, a soft thigh thrown over theirs, full breasts pressed against their chest, and an elegant hand trailing wonderingly over arm, neck, temple. Colorful irezumi tattoos cover pale skin, now decorated with the addition of silver constellations mapped out over her legs.]


    Mmmm, good morning~

    [As if you knew each other very well. As if this wasn't the first time you were being acquainted.]

    Did you have sweet dreams... ?

    02 ⛤ ENDLESS FEAST IN A GILDED CAGE
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted (♀), a busty, caramel-skinned blonde ⛤ NSFW Possible, Possible Kinks/CWs: food play, foot play, massage, body worship, etc.

    [When you happen to be a youkai that dabbles in manipulating or even just wandering in the human world, you end up worshiped by this group or that at least once or twice... and Kiritsubo has been alive for centuries. She's had her share... and though she cannot say she ever enjoyed it enough to stick around more than a few months until it got tiresome... Oh, it was still very fun to indulge in every now and again. This casino, this liminal space between worlds where she seems to have landed, seems intent on providing her with a glimpse of the absolute best of such service. And honestly... who is she to refuse?]

    A. [As if rather used to such treatment, Kiritsubo smirks and plays into the role, golden eyes sparkling as she takes in a newfound person of interest, perhaps a servant or a sycophant. If they approach with any sort of food or drink she even oh so obligingly opens her mouth, tapping on the plush bottom of the pair of perfectly painted lips.

    Ahhhhhhhh? She's waiting.]


    B. [Ever ready with beneficence, having understood very quickly that the other "guests" of this place likely had their own motives for treating her this way... Kiritsubo is ready to provide an object of desire and recipient of worship. She crooks a finger to summon the attention of one of those who has decided to play the game... and helpfully extends a long leg marked by silver stars, flexing painted toes and letting a strappy sandal dangle half-off a shapely foot.]

    You, there... How good are you with your hands... ?

    03 ⛤ PHOENIX CASINO AUCTION
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted (♀), a dark-haired, lolita-esque "maiden" ⛤ NSFW Possible, Possible Kinks/CWs: "deflowering", owner/auction purchase, age play, etc.

    [Kiritsubo did not attach much importance to changing forms. She did not feel scattered or shattered in any way, she wasn't working out any unexplored trauma via different faces, genders, ages, or builds... She mostly just shifted along with her moods or her needs. Mostly moods. But occasionally... she was inspired by her circumstances to adapt. To play. And this place... how topsy turvy it was intent on being. One day she was worshiped... and the next, she is expected to pose pretty on the auction block?

    So she picked a form that seemed the most rousing for such a time. One that passed for virginal, because that was surely more inspiring, straddling the line of looking just a touch young but still possessing the hints of maturity that allowed one to be scandalized by the idea but not turned off by the reality... and she did also try to put on her best wide-eyed blink, making the most of large eyes and thick lashes and fluttering wings when she is trotted out with a number pinned to her chest.

    Perhaps that is what led to her being bid on? Either way, her number is called...

    And she turns to meet her buyer, playing perfectly at a nervousness she has never really felt her entire life.]


    04 ⛤ BEAK & TALON: ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted (♂), a mysterious, dark-haired man ⛤ NSFW Possible

    [Kiritsubo has been enjoying the notoriety that came of being a "Wildcard"... But sometimes, you needed to lay just a bit low. She slips into something that feels more natural in the moment as the cries and jeers of the audience reach a crescendo over some contest or other, whether it is gladiatorial fights, "horse" races, or archery. She takes a seat, makes herself comfortable in the masses... and only once it doesn't seem sudden or peculiar, she leans over to someone seated beside her, voice coming out in a low rumble that is somehow clearly audible amidst the din while still feeling like an intimate conversation between the two.]

    Will I be able to look forward to shows like this every day in this place... ?

    05 ⛤ DESIRES FROM THE VOID: GALATEA
    ⛤ Form: Shapeshifted (♀), a sharp-eyed, athletic woman ⛤ NSFW Possible, Possible Kinks/CWs: violence or threesomes with statues?

    [The marble touch of the statues is cool and inviting... but Kiritsubo is not familiar with them, and how dangerous or harmless they may or may not be. When one attempts to seduce her, to tempt her back to its dais by coax or by force... She takes the course of action that keeps her (and the other life in her) alive. Humming to herself, she continues down the hall with heels clicking loudly on the spotless flooring, cradling the stone head of a gorgeous woman in the crook of her elbow and idly stroking at its cheek.

    When she glides past a semi-private alcove and finds not just a statue within but a statue and another "guest"... She smoothly retraces a few steps back, making a good show of letting her eyes wander over where hands are... and whether she has come across an attempted murder or a pacification via lovemaking... She smiles knowingly either way, crooning out,]


    Have I interrupted something... ?

    [And if so... Was she expected to go on her way, or join in and "help"... ?]

    06 ⛤ WILDCARD

    [Information/Permissions can be found here. Kiritsubo is an ancient tanuki with an insatiable sexual appetite, so open to other options beyond the prompts I have listed here. If you would like to do something in particular, contact me by PM or on Discord (#waxwinging)! (Everything is listed as NSFW possible because Kiritsubo is Like That, but feel free to respond even if you plan to keep the threads non-sexual, that's cool, too!]
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    2b.

    [personal profile] empaler 2024-08-17 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [ this is something she's familiar with, to an extent — having served furina for a time, clorinde is accustomed to tending those of a higher status, even if the things she was tasked to do previously weren't... exactly of this nature.

    still, it could be worse. refilling drinks and giving foot rubs is nothing compared to the other things some of the newer guests were making the servants do, so when kiritsubo extends a shapely leg in her direction, clorinde approaches and takes a knee in front of her. the sooner she does it, the sooner she may be able to slip out unnoticed.
    ]

    Would you like me to demonstrate, My Lady?
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-17 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [When was the last time she enjoyed attention like this? Before the Ansei Purge? No, that was just the last time she had been worshiped in her home country. There had been that lovely little enclave in the Andes, what... a few decades ago? Things occasionally blended together, but... She remembered what was important.

    And right now, the most important thing was... Well, she wouldn't be revealing that just yet. Instead, she looks over the elegant woman before her and smiles benevolently with intentionally crafted, perfect lips, seemingly pleased with what she sees.]


    I think I might like that very much.

    [Kiritsubo casually flicks the sandal the entire way off, stretching just enough to oh so helpfully arch her caramel-skinned foot above the other woman's thigh. Gold rings glitter on two of her toes, which curl just slightly in anticipation.]

    If you are skilled... Should I reward you with something... ?
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    [personal profile] empaler 2024-08-17 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
    [ kiritsubo flicks her sandal off and clorinde catches it, placing it on the floor next to her within easy reach. she takes her bare foot in both hands, one supporting kiritsubo's heel as the other runs a thumb down the center of the bottom of her foot. although clorinde's hands are calloused from a lifetime of training, her touch is careful, firm yet gentle. she has not had to give many massages before, but she recognizes where tension usually gathers, and knows the right amount of pressure to apply to muscles to relieve them of it. ]

    Is it not a reward in itself to be able to serve you?

    [ clorinde's tone is light, almost airy, as she keeps her attention on kiritsubo's foot, digging her thumb into the arch. ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-17 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
    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.]

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    [personal profile] redlines 2024-08-17 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ 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. ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-17 11:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [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.]
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    [personal profile] redlines 2024-08-18 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Once upon a time the edge to her canines might've set off a few warning bells. Once. Funny how much things have changed ever since he had his first run-in with an honest-to-gods king of demons in this place, because now rather than feeling any sense of unease, Roche's own smile grows that much more. Maybe it was just a trick brought on by his sleep-addled mind, but even so he only feels content. ]

    That... my dear, depends.

    [ Blinking once to kickstart his senses in earnest, Roche shifts around to make himself more comfortable both for his own good and to hopefully come across as a much more appealing alternative to the bed itself. Sure, the mattress may be plush and soft but he was warm. Solid. Breathing. In his efforts he manages to wiggle his other arm free and he wastes no time in reaching up to brush a few of those long strands of hair away from her face. ]

    Would you still be here if I did? It wouldn't be the first time this place has conjured up such a beautiful person to tease me in my sleep, but I think I'd very much prefer you to be real.

    [ And boy, he's come to learn just how much the resort loves toying with his heart and soul by means of that faded red diamond over his heart. ]

    nasties, the both of them

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    it'll only encourage them alas

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    they're awful (great)

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    [personal profile] keyeju 2024-08-18 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Well this is an awkward position to be found in. Not because he's engaging in some sort of passionate statue on flesh-and-blood action here or anything, but because he's active attempting to avoid that as he has the statue in a headlock, and the statue is meanwhile doing its best to yank his pants down.

    It had all started innocuously enough with him walking through the halls while debating how to avoid the new wildcards and any demands they might make of him, and ended up like... well, like this.

    With access to his suit from home this thing would have been crumbled into dust in a second, but unfortunate for Narumi he's stuck with a normal level of human strength at the moment, and that means he doesn't have the strength to break rock with his bare hands.

    So instead he's stomping his foot down on the statues leg repeatedly as he tries to wiggle his way out of a stone embrace. The woman holding her own marble head gets spared the briefest glance paired with a frustrated scowl, before a cool set of stony fingers wiggles their way under his clothing another few centimeters, and his frantic attempt to bash his foot against rock doubles down.
    ]

    Don't. Fucking. Joke around. Right now!!
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-18 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [Is it awkward? The woman who has stopped her leisurely stroll down the hall to observe certainly doesn’t seem to think it is. At least, her facial expression doesn’t seem to, only a sculpted brow raised slightly and a bit of curiosity that slowly slides back to a casual interest. Joking?]

    I’m not joking.

    [The silver stars tattooed on her legs might betray her for one of those Wildcards he was trying to avoid… but she is not dolling out orders, merely watching. She actually shifts her weight to lean a slim hip against a marble pillar, as if intended to be comfortable for the show unless told to leave or do something else.]

    I don’t know what you like~

    [Maybe he’s into grappling… She isn’t going to judge.]
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    [personal profile] keyeju 2024-08-18 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Observation is one of Narumi's strongest skills, and another glance her way does give away some things about herself. That would be his luck, wouldn't it? Scooped up into the unrelenting arms of a frisky statue only to stumble across one of the chumps that have been given ruling rights for the next several days.

    His foot comes down on the statue again.
    ]

    It's--

    [ And again. ]

    --not--

    [ And again with gusto. ]

    --this!!

    [ Finally the last one does not cause the statue to break, but it does forcefully push his own body up enough that he can start to scramble out of the hold of the figure, at least enough that it's forced to stop trying to disrobe him in favor of trying to subdue him once more. ]

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    [personal profile] briarthorns 2024-08-18 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The person whom Kiritsubo had leaned over to speak to is not a fellow Wildcard, or even a fellow spectator, but a lowly 4♦️ dressed in what can best be described as a "battle bikini." The woman is beautiful, white-skinned and ruby-eyed, with long jet black hair and large breasts. She's sitting in the lap of a large man watching the fight, who is clutching a leash attached to the leather collar around her neck — who turns to glare at Kiritsubo for daring to speak to his claimed prize, but quickly stops himself when he recognizes the golden Wildcard tattoos on "her" legs. Royal though he may be, he has no power to stop a Wildcard from talking to his servant, whether he'd won her in a match or not.

    The woman, for her part, turns to blink at the unknown man with wide, curious eyes. She has a few superficial wounds peppered around her body, but nothing that would leave a scar.

    Although her master seems to recognize the hierarchy at play... she does not.
    ]

    Uh... are you talking to me? [ pointing at herself, with almost girlish innocence. ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-18 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [Kiritsubo may not have been long in this place, but if it was one thing she had recognized quite early… it was this place liked to play. With souls, with roles, with ranks, with bodies…

    So she could play, too. “He” smiles kindly and yet somehow threateningly at the large man who dares to glare at her because she knows not only what she is capable of, but what being a Wildcard apparently meant. That was just for her. She did so like putting a man in his place every now and then…

    Now, her gaze returns to the woman “he” had addressed earlier, the silent malice leaving the smile with only what seems to be kindly interest in its wake.]


    Yes, I am.

    [Even disguised behind a different outer shell, Kiritsubo’s eyes saw only the Truth. And in truth, this woman was far more interesting seeming than her temporary owner.]
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    [personal profile] briarthorns 2024-08-20 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Yor's gaze can be difficult to parse for most. Her co-workers at city hall considered her an awkward, lonely weirdo, and engaged in casual bullying at her expense. Her younger brother adores and worships her to such a degree that he doesn't think very hard about the emptiness in her eyes. And Yor's own husband — whom she really is married to, and yet not, as their union is a sham — is too busy with his own second life to notice Yor's.

    Staring at the unknown man, who seems to be staring back at her still expecting an answer to his question, is a woman whose soul is soaked in the blood of hundreds of lives. This clueless-looking ditz in a Slave Leia outfit is an assassin.
    ]

    .......well, [ she begins, after the silence starts to feel too uncomfortable, ] I've been here about a month or two, and this is the first time we've had anything like this happen... I think this place is usually... a gym? For exercising.

    [ The man clutching her leash gives it an abrupt yank, causing Yor to yelp in surprise. It looks like he doesn't want to share, despite being obligated to, if the Wildcard were to insist... ]

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    2A

    [personal profile] riskybeenus 2024-08-18 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [Rinne's used to playing many roles, though admittedly he's never been particularly good at the servant role. It isn't that he can't do it-- he certainly knows how to be servile when he needs to be, but it's never just that with him. There's always something going underneath, the need to observe others, look at their habits, their words, and their weaknesses. Find ways to flip a situation later on as he plays the long game, until he gets all the pieces he needs to come out on top.

    It's a bad habit, a defensive mechanism he'd learn to utilize alongside his self-destructive behavior, and one he is still wielding even as he pours her a drink from the wine bottle, grinning cheekily even as he carefully makes sure to let her taste it without spilling.]


    That to yer taste, sweetheart?

    [Now, just what kind of personality does this one really have?]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-18 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [Life is more enjoyable, sometimes, when you make yourself a bit blind. This is especially true for a woman whose eyes can see only「truth」. But here, at this banquet, in this hive of decadence... Kiritsubo is focused only on the moment.

    And in the moment, she makes sure that before he pulls the wine bottle back her tongue has time to flick out and run very suggestively around the glass rim. Only then does she close her mouth and swallow properly, tongue appearing once more to slide over her plush bottom lip as if to lap up the last traces of wine. Only then do her heavy lashes flutter high enough for golden eyes to look up properly and meet the eyes of her temporary "servant", a playful smile forming.]


    It's not a daiginjo, but it will do.

    [She preferred several other liquors before wine, but... Wine was fine enough~ Especially when it was free and poured by a cute little companion.]

    Do I get to borrow you this entire night, or are you just a party perk?
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    [personal profile] riskybeenus 2024-08-21 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh?

    [Interesting choice of drink. He didn't expect that. It definitely wouldn't compare to that, even just from the base ingredient, but the underlying meaning is clear.]

    Ya got some high quality taste there, lady. Ya sure ya wanna settle with me?

    [He didn't hate the idea for now, mostly because he still is figuring her out, but he much preferred going around and observing the guests. Still, with the ranking system working against him, being obedient isn't something he'll avoid.]

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    [personal profile] fleshcursed 2024-08-18 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
    ( ooc: i knew as soon as i read this prompt that he would do this... smh )

    ( first off: lycas hadn’t been at the auction because he’d wanted to be the first time. assumedly he’s already undergone the whole process, the whole rustin’ song and dance of it, and it’d been terrible. for a guy who hates most casual social attention when not properly steeled for it, he’d absolutely withered under the spotlight while being auctioned off—unfortunately for him, something about that had come off as endearing, and he had, in fact, already been sold and went through all the ramifications of all of that. it’s more than enough reason for him to avoid the casino, but something about being a wildcard makes it difficult to get the hell away—it always seems like there’s a cloud of attendants, sycophants, and devotees ready to crowd him, crowing about this thing that he absolutely must see, or that even that simply can’t be missed… and they’re still auctioning off the newcomers, so. he ended up back there, unhappily sat in a chair with his chin resting on a clenched fist, just waiting for the whole thing to end.

    he would have done nothing and simply made his swift exit once it was all over, if not for seeing the young woman. upon seeing her, he frowns. and once the bidding starts, as his green eyes lazily move around the room to identify the sources, he makes perhaps a foolish snap decisions. he enters the bidding, and he does so aggressively, spending a significant amount of chips that he has no real frame of reference for. it’s probably a lot of money. whatever. he’d already decided to take this road, so now he’s gotta drive it.

    when kiritsubo finds the man who’d bought her, he’s glaring daggers at the person behind the counter who’s giving him a little too knowing of a smile. fuck off. there’s a piece of this dour malevolence still persisting in his gaze and his expression when he turns to face her which he regrets immediately upon seeing her, taking note of the wide eyes and fragile nervousness. though his jaw clenches, his eyes soften a bit. )
    Alright. Come on, ( he says brusquely before turning over his shoulder and striding away, ears sharp for the sound of following footsteps.

    this resort is almost overbearingly conscientious about providing their guests ample semi-private spaces to do what they’re there to do. that false mountaintop temple thing they’d woken up in is a ways away, but that’s not a problem when there are rooms set up off to the side which employees are more than happy to escort them to. as the door is shut behind them, lycas is already settling down into a chair with a deep sigh. he kneads his temple. )


    You don’t have to be all nervous. I’m not gonna lay a hand on you. ( his lips press into a frown. maybe he’s being a jackass in all of this. maybe she’d wanted someone to? hell, he’d slept with people inappropriately older than him when he’d been younger, but those had been his own dumbass decisions to make. but that’s just it—the whole thing about the auction is it’s not really her choice, is it? ) I’m not gonna force you to do anything, neither. We’ll just stay in here for a while, and then you can go on your way. ( these marks on their skin—they have a weird effect, with the auction. he’d been given some commands he’d felt compelled to follow through with.

    his eyes flick to her, gauging her reaction. the wings don’t surprise him as much as they might others—there’s all sorts of folks in his world, and lycas himself can grow his own wings, if he wants to. they’re just rustin’ inconvenient when you’re couped up inside like this. anyways. he raises one eyebrow. )
    How’s that sound?
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    nsfw mentions will be in here bc kiritsubo is Like That i am sorry

    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-18 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [Kiritsubo had been enjoying the fervor of the auction floor. She has always been a woman who enjoyed being around others, even if she kept certain parts of herself guarded or so private that not a soul alive would ever know of them. The buzz in the air, the spikes of various scents, the crush of bodies, the frantic shouts... She drinks it in, even as she stands displayed for purchase to the highest bidder, her large, doe-like eyes scanning the crowd and flitting to every voice that called out a number of chips they were willing to part with if it meant having her.

    She feels herself growing a bit wet, watching it all happen. Her thighs press together, squirming in a way that might just be taken as nerves as she finds the man in the crowd with the growl of a call who keeps outbidding the rest, once, twice, thrice-

    And then she is "his".

    Obediently, Kiritsubo follows along behind his much-longer stride, high, impractical heels clicking on the marble flooring. To play into the role, her fingers twist a little in front of her over the short skirt, and when they are shown into the room and the door shut behind them... she lingers by the door as her purchaser takes his seat, like she is a bit anxious to approach. Black wings flutter slightly behind her, but he...

    Hmm. She'd refrained from looking through him in order to keep it a bit exciting for herself, and she had thought he might just want to keep his pleasures private, but... Perhaps he just wants to think of himself as a noble person. She could work with that. It's seamless, the way she lets a tentative hope of relief show through... and then banishes it, like she might be scolded if she looked too glad. How did this all sound?]


    You don't...

    [She comes a bit closer, fingers sliding over her clothing in a way that could look unsure but that oh so coincidentally emphasized a slim waist, short hems, the subtle curves of small breasts.]

    You really don't want to do anything... ?

    [A look backward, towards faceless, unknown entities outside the door, before they return to her companion, taking in shape and scars and scent. (Wolfy.)]

    Everyone made it seem like... we had to... so I...

    [Had been hoping to? Had been steeling herself? Had resigned herself? Had longed to do it with that excuse of force? She leaves it all to his imagination, trailing off in favor of biting into a cute bottom lip.]
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    [personal profile] fleshcursed 2024-08-18 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
    ( does he really think of himself as a noble person? that’s a line of thought that he’d need to take some time to untangle. the short, blunt answer would be, “no,” because no one knows better than himself all of the things he’s done in his relatively short life to keep himself alive, to have enough lumina on hand to keep himself fed and out of the elements. he’s never been all that quick at picking up on things, not like the eggheads in his party that can read dead and forgotten languages or hack basically any machine; he can’t cast magic, doesn’t have much connection to the elements or to the Progenitors. he’s not all that good with words. all he’s ever had is brawn and brutality, two aspects of himself that his being werefolk and a metamorph only further enhance. he may have never outright killed an innocent person for coin, but he’d protected unscrupulous types when they were out and about, doing their cruel and destructive work—how much better is that? and though they might not have done the deed, he’d certainly advocated for killing folk he saw coming back to bite them in the ass later, even if they didn’t really deserve it.

    nah. he doesn’t really think he’s all of that noble of a person. but he does think of himself as having some principles, guidelines that mean more to him than common concept morality or the rule of law, and one of those is that he protects those he feels like he can. those he feels like he should. maybe it’s stupid, or some sort of personal flaw or weakness of his, but when the bidding had started on this girl, he’d started to feel that instinct well up from within him, unbidden: the kind that sends him barreling into danger, perhaps even the promise of death, just because he sees someone contending with it who can handle it less than he can.

    his mouth forms a thin line. his gaze moves as she approaches, but he carefully returns it to her face as she persists, asking—at first he’s confused, wondering if he did read this wrong (which really would be confusing, as her act is good enough to have him fully fooled), but, ah. no. that makes sense, he guesses.

    he clears his throat, shifting a little in the chair in a way that seems a little disquieted. his gaze averts for just a moment as he replies, )
    Right. Yeah. That’s about what I’ve heard, as well.

    ( less from the expectation of the auction itself—he’s pretty sure the buyers can do whatever they want with their spoils, even if it’s nothing. no, it’s more what he’s heard about this place itself. that all the folks trapped in this place have to do as they’re encouraged and fuck, or something bad happens. rust, and he thought he’d seen the weirdest shit in the vaults. this beats ‘em all. fuckin’ ridiculous.

    he returns his gaze to the girl, and he sits up a bit, leaning forward onto one of the arms of the chair. )
    Look. Don’t get me wrong. You’re a beautiful young woman. ( because at some point it had lodged in the walls of his mind that she might somehow take this as a rejection or something and rust knows he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. as it is, the cute and innocent act only really elicits his sympathies; it’s never done much for him otherwise. he leans back again, brow furrowing and frown returning as he continues, ) Whatever you decide to do out there on your own is your business. But this whole, rustin’… “auction” nonsense? It don’t have anything to do with what the folks sold want. This way, that doesn’t have to be an issue for you.

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    2a

    [personal profile] apothecrazy 2024-08-20 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Maomao is accustomed to playing the role of a servant, it's what she was prior to her arrival in this world after all. However, the women of the Inner Palace are more than capable of feeding themselves. It was only when Lady Lihua was suffering from poisoned facepowder that Maomao had to feed someone else. This is vastly different from that time. The food is more than a simple gruel meant to deliver nutrients to a starving woman.

    Internally, Maomao sighs. Externally, her expression remains neutral as she pulls one of the plump, almost ridiculously large grapes from the bunch. She examines it for a moment before pressing it against the woman's lips so she can take a bite from it.
    ]
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [There is very little sexy to be found in feeding gruel to a bedridden patient, if you ask Kiritsubo. Sure, there’s some appeal in potentially seeing a person in a new, warm light, when exposed to their capacity as a caregiver, but… is it a fun play?

    This is, though. Or rather, it could be… if she didn’t keep attracting such dreadfully smooth-faced women. Interesting, yes, the karma swimming on skin betrayed more than expressions, but come now… It’s a party.

    One Kiritsubo seems intent on enjoying to the fullest, it seems. Plush lips close sensually around the grape offered to her, and instead of taking the fruit in whole, a far more practical choice, she nibbles a careful bite of it first, tongue lapping suggestively over the exposed flesh and juices to make sure it didn’t spill from the corners of her mouth and drip across her face or down her throat. A low hum of approval could likely be felt in fingertips before she takes in the remaining bite…]


    Delicious~

    [And only then fixes the other woman with a playful look- just mischievous enough that most would miss the appraisal beneath. She isn’t interested in doing interrogations about this place or how she got here or who ran it, but there are questions couched in others that can do the same work for much less seriousness. Like the seemingly vapid, selfish way that she says,]

    I didn’t have this visit on my original itinerary, but… they sure know how to treat a lady here, don’t they?
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    [personal profile] apothecrazy 2024-08-23 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Being forced into a situation of servitude is nothing new for Maomao, so she knows how to act. While she's not putting the most friendly face forward, she does keep her displeasure to herself. Something she's rather practiced at thanks to her upbringing.

    Maomao waits until the grape is devoured and pulls another from the bunch, holding it until the woman seems ready to receive it.
    ]

    They often go all out when receiving new arrivals. Show them the best before sorting them into the ranks. [ Maomao responds in a tone that is as emotionless as her expression, seemingly ignoring the potential mischievousness of the other woman's gaze. ]

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    2b!

    [personal profile] swordhardy 2024-08-22 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The man waiting to attend to her is moderately dressed, sitting in a middling rank with servants both above and below. A drape of fabric across broad shoulders and a bare chest, along with loose fitting pants. Not too revealing, with enough to show the hard lines of muscle that make up his chest and arms.

    Servitude is something he is familiar with beyond these halls. Rokurou is too adept at anticipating the waggle of her finger, offering an innocent smile as he steps up to her side with ease. The collar of servitude always chafed when he served his lord, but this doesn't hit quite the same. As another game of the resort's, it's something the daemon can tolerate with a sense of humor.

    Also, she's a gorgeous woman and not an annoying piece of shit nepobaby. That helps. His gaze drags along the length of her offered leg in quiet appreciation before politely answering: ]


    None better than me, I'd say. [ bold, maybe. but as a dual-wielding swordsman he feels entitled to a bit of bragging. as if to emphasize this point, he reaches out to cushion the heel of her foot in one of those very hands. ] How can I be of service?
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    [personal profile] tattooism 2024-08-23 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    [There are advantages, at times, to not being an annoying piece of shit nepobaby. Sure, she didn't have the trust fund... But when you can「see」the Truth and happen to be a gorgeous woman, well. Kiritsubo had never found herself in much lack of money, means, and men. Or women. Or those between. It rarely mattered to her. What did matter...

    Well. She had entered this waiting game of her own volition. She'd been planning for five hundred years, done so much work to arrange everything perfectly for the climax, and now that it was done... Hadn't she earned a little vacation? One in which she still planned to make sure she understood the rules properly, yes...

    But there's nothing to stop her from enjoying herself a little bit in the meantime. Especially if the distractions looked like this. Perfectly crafted lips curl into a smile that could only be described as hungry as she lets her gaze travel over the would-be servant, and when he reaches out to support her heel and announces his capabilities... How is she to resist?]


    None?

    [Thin gold rings glitter on her painted toes as she curls them playfully, slowly lifting her other leg higher, higher, layers of half-sheer robe slipping along her thighs until she has moved it just high enough to flash a hint of silky red. She lingers... and then brings her leg down just enough that she can rest her other foot on Rokurou's thigh. Except when she curls those toes... they pull gently on those loose trousers. Surely... just a plea for him to pay attention to both weary soles?]

    If you sell yourself that deliciously... I'm going to want to snap you up~

    [Apparently "Wildcards" could do that. Tempting~]