TDM 05

[goldmods]

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

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

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

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

ARRIVAL

DIVINE AWAKENING

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

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

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

MARK OF THE GODS

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

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

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

MADDENING HUNGER

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

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

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

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

GILDED CAGE

AN ENDLESS FEAST

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

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

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

ROYALS

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

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

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

SERVANTS

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

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

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

WILDCARDS

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

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

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

PHOENIX CASINO

ALEA IACTA EST

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

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

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

WILDCARD AUCTION

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

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

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

CASTING LOTS

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

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

ONE: Without using hands.

TWO: Using only mouth.

THREE: While blindfolded.

FOUR: Using only butt cheeks.

FIVE: Using only legs.

SIX: While remaining on knees.

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

HEADS OR TAILS

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

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

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

BEAK

ENTERTAIN YOUR BETTERS

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

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

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

BATTLE ROYALE

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

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

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

SUBDUE THE BEAST

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

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

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

RACE TRACK

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

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

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

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

TALON

SHOW OF STRENGTH

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

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

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

MUSCLE CONTEST

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

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

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

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

WRESTLING MATCHES

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

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

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

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

WAYWARD ARROWS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

INDULGENCE

DESIRES FROM THE VOID

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

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

And they’re coming out.

GALATEA

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

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

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

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

NARCISSUS

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

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

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

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

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

PANDORA’S BOX

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

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

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

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

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

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

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

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

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

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention! If you would be interested in a game invitation, you can note that in your comment header.

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

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

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

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

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[keyeju]

[ Of course. Narumi's sigh is both heavy and long-suffering as he gives the statue's face one last petulant push before he lifts his hand away from it. ]

Figures.

[ First chance he gets, he's making a deal with this resort to fish at least his basic suit out of whatever weird fissure in space-time it pulled him from. ]

What am I going to owe you?

[ For the help, that is. He's asking through clenched teeth at this point, like the very idea hurts him so deeply. Apparently it's slightly less upsetting than having to fuck a statue to earn his freedom though. ]

[tattooism]

[Debt was a rather interesting thing in the world Kiritsubo had come from. Humans made a great deal of it. In her youth, she had seen them slit their own bellies open over it, prostrate and war and marry and die, all to gain it or repay it. Her own kind, too, could be compelled to act for it... and some races took things quite seriously. Tanuki, less so, but.

It's an opportunity. She won't waste it.]

Maybe you just owe me a favor.

[She examines her painted fingernails for a moment, watching the struggling motions of man versus statue in blurred lines in the background.]

Do you play that little game everyone here goes on about?

[keyeju]

[ She might be disappointed to the extent that Narumi was willing to go for it then, because he wouldn't be intentionally spilling his blood for a favor any time soon. He'd bleed for people, sure, but not because of a perceived debt he owed them.

Favors were things he traded in though. He'd offer them before in exchange for goods when he first arrived here and hadn't earned any money yet, so he'll perk up some at the suggestion. ]

The sex one?

[ Not overly intentionally for the most part, but... ]

Sure. I've collected a couple. If that's the trade you're looking for, we can talk terms.

[ At least he gets something out of the deal, unlike if he lets this statue stick something rock hard in his holes. ]

[tattooism]

Mmm, the sex one.

[Close enough. She wasn’t interested in pinning down the fine print unless she was actually in some sort of contract negotiation with a demon or some of their ilk… and she avoided those for a reason. Slipping her way through the gray matters was just… more her style.]

So shall we say you owe me a sexy favor?

[Supposedly, she could use her Wildcard status to demand things… but she wasn’t interested in things not given freely.

Mostly freely.

There is a soft sound when the marble head in her hands is set down on the floor, position adjusted with the sharp heel of her shoe as if to angle the thing to watch the destruction of its fellow, and then Kiritsubo is moving, slinking closer and stretching out her hands as if to welcome the statue into her own, far more willing embrace.]

Deal?

[keyeju]

[ Given the number of times sex has happened because of a more compulsive force nudging him aggressively in that direction, it's actually kind of nice to be in a situation where it's all his own choosing.

... Sure his hand is a little forced here given his circumstances, but at least he's of relatively clear mind as he mulls the offer over for all of half a second. ]

You've got yourself a deal.

[ Honestly she's getting the raw end of the deal on this one. Narumi is absolutely atrocious in bed. ]

Now help me out here, this thing's hand is starting to roam again!

[ Sure enough, this time it's trying to get under a shirt. Though just with one hand, because the other is turning to look at the approaching woman, it's other loosening up enough to reach out towards the new arrival that Narumi starts to be able to properly pull out of its grasp for the first time. ]

[tattooism]

[Kiritsubo looks content enough with their deal, if the little smile on her face is any indication. Or maybe that’s because she could see the karma on the skin of others and already knew of her conversation partner’s… propensities? It couldn’t be said she didn’t sometimes like a project to keep her busy. The years were long, but also oh so short, after all.]

My, such a fuss for such a little bit of groping…

[Her fingers tangle briefly with the statue’s and then invite it in, coaxing with a croon… and a little wink at Narumi as they are briefly joined through touch, the three of “them”.]

Sure you don’t want to just try using it first… ? The two of us could be enough to handle it…

[Definitely just a tease. But she does it anyway, even as she lures the thing in with what appears a willing, warm body, her hand sliding under Narumi’s shirt herself in order to clasp the marble one and tug it free, giving it the swell of a breast to hold instead.]

[keyeju]

[ A little groping! A little groping she says!! It would be a lot more than just that if the statue was allowed to keep going the way it wanted to.

Though given the way the woman's hand slides up his shirt to join the statue, he's going to go ahead and guess she's got a similar level of shame to the slab of rock herself. His muscles tense and jump at the feeling of warm skin brushing over his own now instead of the cool touch of the statue, but the minute she's coaxing that unyielding hand away from his body is the minute he's kicking off the thing and landing with a fair bit of grace several feet away.

After all that the way he fussily starts to adjust his clothing back into place is almost comical. ]

I'll pass. Rocky is all yours to handle.

[tattooism]

Alright, alright~

[As if giving in to a far more dramatic and desperate plea, Kiritsubo invites the statue into her embrace without a trace of shame. Her spine arches into the cup of stony hand on a modest breast, her fingers trail brazenly up the marble lover’s back, painted nails leaving no red marks on pale stone until they reach the back of its head, caressing it into the perfect angle for a long, deep kiss.

One heel even pops up off the ground, just like in one of those human romcoms. It was a pretty good kisser for an inanimate (usually) object. But as much as she enjoyed pleasure… Kiritsubo had certain standards and preferences. One of those was that she preferred actual lovers to toys, and this, no matter the shape…

This was just a toy. Not even one that belonged to her, or that she controlled. So regardless of whether she has an audience or not, she sighs obligingly into the kiss, uses her hands to gently encourage the statue to turn its head just so. Lips part as if to offer it more, inviting it even deeper, warm tongue slipping over cold stone, before-

Her fingers tighten and jerk, relying on youkai strength and a keen eye for weakness to suddenly crack the statue’s head along a jagged line in one clean, decapitating twist.]

[keyeju]

[ It's a hell of a sight to witness, though it's not one that Narumi finds particularly titillating. It's clear that this woman is being slow and deliberate with her actions, arousing the interest of the statue, and if she had a different audience watching right now, probably arousing their interest as well.

Instead he watches with mild exasperation at the beginning of the kiss, and the extra little flare she gives it with the foot pop. It seems unnecessarily theatrical to him in a way that verges on comical.

He's actually debating walking away as this begins to drag on, and force her to track him down if she wants that return favor, but just as that thought starts to filter through, the sudden jerk of her hands and the loud crack of rock breaking echoes throughout the spacious hallway.

This is the moment Narumi's cock chooses to finally twitch with interest, and he should probably take a moment to really examine this fact, but he'll be pushing it to the side for the time being. Instead he'll let out a low whistle as he steps closer again, admiring the way she managed to pop the head clean off in one single move. Her arms don't look particularly muscular, but the power that they carry in them is something else. ]

Remind me to never piss you off.

[ It's a flippant comment. He active tries to piss everyone off at some point or another. ]

[tattooism]

[Narumi's observations, at least, are quite correct. There is some sort of power in her body that must be allowing this to happen or somehow augmenting her abilities, because looking at her body purely from the angle of what muscle strength allows... She should not have been able to break that statue unless she took advantage of its weight and toppled it. Sure, this body she had sculpted for herself today was athletic in build, but if a person versed in such things were to guess they might judge her some sort of runner, or perhaps a martial artist of the kickier variety. Not... whatever could decapitate statues.

But she did, because the rest of the marble body collapses to the ground and leaves her holding the head, still lip-locked... until she senses something (a tell-tale twitch) and it reminds her to release and brings her gaze back around, smiling charitably.]

If you want a reminder...

[Hmm... Her eyes roam the skin that they can find, allowing herself to「see」just a touch of the karma ar work upon it. Oh, but it wasn't used to being this bare these days, was it... A shame. A sharp heel steps over the collapsed marble body and meets him halfway, holding out the head frozen in its last, sweet kiss.]

May I interest you in a little souvenir?

[keyeju]

[ It isn't particularly surprising to him regardless. Narumi himself doesn't look particularly impressive at a glance. There is some decent lean muscle under the baggy clothing he wears if he chooses to proper disrobe, but he certainly doesn't look like the kind of man capable of any astonishing feats of strength.

And yet even before dawning the suit that literally allows him access to superhuman strength, there's things he can pull off that one wouldn't expect from a guy that looks a little twiggy at a glance.

This is all to say he's the last person to judge a book by its cover. Besides, this particular book has just proven to have a very interesting blurb, and he's considering checking it out and reading more.

This metaphor, coincidentally, is a lot less sexual in nature than it sounds.

For now, he holds up a hand, as if trying to halt her progression towards him. He gets he just offered her a sexual favor and all of that, and he's not denying her the right to cash in on that when she wants, it's just-- ]

Gonna pass on that one.

[ He really doesn't want the statue head. ]

Feel free to hold onto it yourself if you want. It really looks like you're racking up the kills here.

[tattooism]

[She does so blinking in surprise, brows arching and lips pursing, but Kiritsubo does come to a stop when he holds his hand up. Well. Three steps forward later she comes to a stop. (Accident of body slower than mind? Careless lack of notice that he had asked? Intentional trespass just to show she could and would? He could decide.)

Either way, she’s still smiling, even as she shifts her weight to rest the marble head jauntily on her hip.]

Goodness… You’re not scared of me now, are you, boy?

[She doesn’t think that’s it at all. This wasn’t a man who scared easy.]

If you don’t want it I suppose I can just leave it here… I only need one trophy, I suppose…

[And she’s really not all that interested in projecting a strong, fearsome look.]

[keyeju]

[ He's absolutely deciding the later, but then again he's the sort to assume the worst of other's intentions anyways. She might very well have done it on accident, but until proven ditzy, he's not about to give her that benefit of the doubt.

Though her question does gain her one point in that direction as far as he's unfairly concerned. There's a visible bristling on his part at the suggestion he might be afraid. ]

Is that some kind of joke?

[ The woman probably can take his head off, but so can everything he fought on a daily basis. He's not about to start feeling fear just because of a potential decapitation that hasn't even happened yet. ]

And just chuck it in the the floor. If they're going to be letting their statues get handsy with people, they can deal with the inconvenience of cleaning up the pieces.

[tattooism]

[Good guess ♡.

Is it a joke, though? Kiritsubo only smiles, using the lips she has decided to have today, thin but expressive, curling upwards in the corners as she casually drops the head of the statue she has decapitated for him, letting it crash noisily onto the floor, chipping as it hits and then rolls slightly onto a flatter part of its cheek. Goodbye, handsome aquiline nose.]

I suppose I'll be on my way then, hmm?

[She moves to pick up the original head she'd been carrying, reclaiming her own trophy, before she shoots Gen a look over the marble curls.]

But before I go... Who owes me?

[It's usually considered polite to exchange names.]

[keyeju]

[ Boy he's really be racking up the debts of lately to people here, though at least the one he owes her he knows doesn't have to be paid monetarily. Weirdly enough this knowledge does put him at a good deal of ease.

Enough that even though he does pause for a moment, it's not like he's about to try and lie his way out of this. ]

Narumi Gen.

[ And another pause after to see if she'll recognize his name, but he doubts it. Most people don't seem to be from his world. ]

How about giving me the name of my debt collector?

[tattooism]

[Who needs money, anyway? Kiritsubo might need to rethink that at a later point, since the rules of her world have been forcibly changed, but... She has never really bothered with it, beyond occasionally using it to tempt those who required it to be moved. Spirits simply did not usually deal in it, and in the world of mortals... She has never had problems getting what she wanted, even without coin.

Look at them now. She might get what she wants, just for a little twist and a crack.]

Kiritsubo.

[Their names imply a certain familiarity at the shallowest level, perhaps the same country or culture... but there is no recognition on her face. She doesn't expect any on his for hers, after all... because he smells human. But that's no matter.

With a flirtatious flounce, she turns to go... but not without a last airblown kiss and a little "phone" hand gesture wriggled near her ear.]

I'll call you, cutie~

[Once she decides she has need of him. Or want of him. Whichever came first.]

[keyeju]

[ Who knew a little wanton destruction was so good for getting favors out of people? Though that might not usually be the case, it sure worked out for her this time. She has now become the least loathsome person that Narumi owes a debt to.

Shame it's yet another person that, Japanese name or not, doesn't seem to blink at his own name. He's given up on most people coming from his world at this point though, other than the one person he happens to know from back home, so at least he's no longer taking offense to the lack of recognition.

He'll still sigh a little, before the nickname hits and his face screws up for a moment as she turns to leave. Cutie isn't the most demeaning thing he's been called since coming to this resort, but it's on the list of nicknames he's not loving.

With a louder, more frustrated sigh of his own, he'll give one last petulant look to the now busted statue head, put his foot on it to give it a good shove across the floor, and make his own way out of this room before any other slab of marble decides to try and get fresh with him. ]