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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




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.
GILDED CAGE
AN ENDLESS FEAST




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.

PHOENIX CASINO
ALEA IACTA EST




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.
BEAK
ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS




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.
TALON
SHOW OF STRENGTH




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.

INDULGENCE
DESIRES FROM THE VOID




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.
OOC NOTES
▶ 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! ♥
▶ 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! ♥
KIRITSUBO 🔮 ZONE-00 (NEW PLAYER, "WILDCARD")
⛤ 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!]
2b.
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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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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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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[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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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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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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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. ]
nsfw for kiritsubo's everything
nasties, the both of them
someone get the spray bottle… or not
it'll only encourage them alas
they're awful (great)
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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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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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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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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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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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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
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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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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[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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( 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?
nsfw mentions will be in here bc kiritsubo is Like That i am sorry
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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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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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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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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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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gonna wrap us up sorry about my hiatus delays but lets do something new soon!!!
no worries, i know you're busy with work
2b!
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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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?]
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[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~]