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

[feathering]

[ Should she try and touch it, he would catch her hand with his and gently bring it away. He watches her closely though, careful so that she's kept away from the darkness. ]

It is the essence of a powerful being. I would not get any closer to it, else you may sully your hands and may feel unwell.

[ Just a precautionary measure, even if it won't happen. Since he keeps the essence protected in himself, then it shouldn't hurt anyone else. This was a necessary action he had to do, otherwise, his brother would have been controlled by his enemy by now. ]

To keep it from harming those I love, I've sealed it within myself.

[apothecrazy]

[ She does try to touch it, curiosity too great for her not to. She almost looks a little disappointed when he moves her hand away but he quickly makes it clear why. ]

A powerful being? I see.

[ It all sounds strange to her but she makes a mental note of it and wonders what that will mean for him here. The resort was prone to bringing out the worst in people.

With her first question answered she steps back and begins to look him over, slowly moving around him to get a look at him from all angles. ]

Could you flex for me? [ He's certainly not built like Lihaku but he's seen his fair share of activity. ]

[feathering]

[ Joshua isn't built like anyone worth admiring, but he at least isn't lanky. His built is closer to that of a lean individual, though when he flexes his arms in front of him. He takes a deep breath in and puts a bit of pressure on his core, just in case it's something that Maomao would request for later on. It's nothing impressive. ]

What is your assessment?

[apothecrazy]

[ She would suggest he needs more physical activity (she might have a slight bias toward those with more visible musculature) but given his health it's understandable.

She circles around until she's once again in front of him. Her gaze slowly dropping to his last remaining bit of clothing. ]

There is one last thing to check.

[ She kneels before him, feeling the heat spread from her mark to settle in her belly. Her tongue darts out over her lips as looks up at him, fingertips hooking into the top of his underwear. ]

[feathering]

[ It would be a welcome suggestion. Even just walking and other light cardio exercises would do Joshua good. That shouldn't hurt him, and would strengthen his constitution a little more. He does enough walking and running around at least, given how he's in the battlefield most of his days lately, but he also expends so much energy that he gets tired easily.

Right now, he's just standing there in just his underwear, his cock more constrained in his undergarments now that Maomao has some help in pulling the garter down. That is to say, his erection's no longer just visible, but it's pushing the fabric away from him with how hard he is. He doesn't feel like he's going to be coming any time soon either— perhaps the effects of the gold marks on his skin superseding the effects of the potion he took earlier.

He swallows thickly as he looks down and watches her, breathing out a heavy sigh too, both to steady himself and manage his expectations. He clearly wants to take Maomao's hands and guide them to pull his underwear down already and to guide those small hands of hers all over his skin, but his chivalry stops him from doing so. He would hate for someone he just met to not want to talk to him anymore because he's given into his baser desires. Instead, he nods, adding: ]

I leave my relief in your hands.

[apothecrazy]

[ Perhaps she'll bring it up if she begins to notice a need for it. For the time being, there are more important matters at hand.

There's no need for him to grab her hands and guide her wherever he might want as she's already well on her way to helping him find release. Perhaps, just a little more slowly than he might want.

For a moment, it might seem as if she's not going to remove his underwear as one hand slips down to palm over his contained erection, teasing him through the fabric. Her gaze remains largely focused on him, gauging his reaction before finally tugging his underwear down and letting them drop to his ankles.

An audible hum can be heard from her as she brings a hand up to cup his sack and gives it a light squeeze. All the while, still watching to see how he reacts. ]

[feathering]

[ Joshua's fate really is at Maomao's mercy now. The excitement he feels is palpable, and he feels as if the way his heart is beating is far too loud that even she may be able to hear it.

It is. . . strange to be touched like this, and not because he's sick and is being tended to. Such a foreign feeling and concept overall is now something he's become privy to, and he awaits with bated breath what may happen next.

Such a simple touch of his arousal through the linens, and he finds himself swallowing thickly again. The touch is making him feel feverish, while red suit traits has him leaking at the tip already. Once again, he lets out a sigh as his eyes close when she cups his sack. Beads of sweat get his bangs to stick to his forehead.

More, he wishes to say out loud, but he cannot find himself to verbalise the thought. Instead, he only hopes and prays that the examination continues. That she may find something "wrong" with him that she would wish to take care of him. ]

[apothecrazy]

[ If he were to vocalize his desire for more it might be helpful. As it is, Maomao's suit is acting up, filling her with the desire to please him (and herself when it comes to that), but it's slow progress like this.

She's used to more enthusiastic responses from partners and quickly realizes she's going to have to take more of a lead here than normal.

She hums again before bringing her head forward so she can flick her tongue over the tip of his cock, getting a taste of him. That and his scent filling her nostrils when she breaths in seems to do the trick to accelerate her suit's activation. It's almost annoying how quickly it can kick in.

Shortly after the flick of her tongue, she laves it over the tip. The hand that had been cupping him moves to wrap around the base of his cock while her other hand slides along his thigh. She should probably have him sit, but for the moment she needs a bit more of a reaction from him and hopes taking him into his mouth will do just that. ]

[feathering]

[ Being close to someone was never a priority with him, so ultimately, despite his charms, he doesn't quite know what the protocol is. While he can wing some parts, he needs a bit more confidence to be able to take control of the situation.

That confidence arrives in spades with a single flick of her tongue. He lets out a soft gasp, barely audible, but he feels as if his breath is about to just stop right there altogether. He could barely feel it, but he knows that what he felt was good.

He almost doesn't know what to do with his hands now. Are they supposed to just stay at his sides? Ultimately, he just follows his gut and wills himself to relax. One hand places itself over her hand that's on his thigh, a result of his instincts kicking in. His other flexes its fingers first before he slowly reaches for her head, placing it atop it lightly. ]

You've given me quite a lovely sight, my lady.

[ Even that's taken a lot out of him to admit. But he feels no shame now, when she's begun to use her mouth on him. He only just feels harder like this, and he internally thanks the medicine for not working. The last thing he wants is to offend her if he said anything like that out loud. ]

I should hope all examinations are like this.

[apothecrazy]

[ Needing more experience is a fair enough reason not to take control. Despite all of Maomao's training from her sisters, she's often felt out of her depth when navigating bedroom activities. Her suit sometimes helps with that, although she doesn't much like it when it puts her in a more submissive mood.

Under normal circumstances, Maomao might have objected to the hand on her head, but right now it feels right. She hums, gaze flicking up to meet his before drawing back, tongue dragging along the underside of his cock before she releases him to speak. ]

Oh, don't get used to this treatment. [ She almost snorts, grinning a little. ]

In any case, I think it better if you were to sit.

[ There'd be less likelihood of him potentially collapsing on her. Not to mention, she might reach a point in which she'd like to be in his lap, riding him. ]

[feathering]

[ Ah- that is mean. Joshua flusters immediately. He even ends up choking on his own spit, face so red because— no, of course not! He's not going to get used to this treatment. Expecting anything like that would just be too much. ]

Y- You can be assured, I have no intention of that at all.

[ His heart is racing for all the wrong reasons now. Embarrassed? Absolutely, but because this one time is something to be savoured now, Joshua takes a moment to slip his feet out of his trousers, now completely naked, before he sits himself back down on the couch. No sense keeping his legs together now. He keeps them spread, his butt by the edge of the seat as he waits in anticipation.

In fact, he even holds out his arm for her so that she comes back to him. Give him anything, and he would be so happy. ]

It's only been seconds, and I am aching from not having you close.

[apothecrazy]

[ He might be embarrassed but Maomao can't help but find some amusement in that. The smallest grin forms on her lips as he sputters and stumbles over his words. ]

Good. [ She says in a tone that sounds like it should be followed by 'boy'.

While he's getting comfortable on the couch, Maomao stands and slips out of the little bit of clothing the resort has deemed acceptable during this time. Honestly, it feels nice to be out of those ridiculous rags. ]

Is that so? [ She tilts her head a little as she eyes him so eager to have her touching him.

She has options, return to the floor, this time settled between his legs and please him some more with her mouth. Or she could join him on the couch, perhaps settle herself in his lap. She shifts from one foot to the other before moving toward him. ]

Bring your legs together a little bit. [ She says as she raises a knee and settles it on the couch to one side of him. ]

[feathering]

[ Good? Yes, it most certainly is. There's something about the way that Maomao tells him that that gets him to visibly shudder, finding it all too enthralling and enticing to have earned her favour. It gets him harder, gets him to burn up even more that he might not be content with just cumming once.

He takes in a deep breath, his blue eyes exploring what Maomao's showing him. All of it really is a nice sight—and while he says he won't get used to it, he certainly will savour this moment. It's one that he might think of from time to time, even if it will get him feeling itchy in his clothes, wanting them off when he's alone because of how hot he's feeling.

Joshua thinks he's a patient man, but he's starting to feel like that's being constantly tested even now. He is obedient too, though, especially to her. While he turns to face her slightly, drawing his hand back down to his lap. ]

Like this?

[ He doesn't even sound disappointed if she no longer wishes to please him the way she was doing so earlier. He brings his legs together some, but doesn't allow his thighs to meet. His heart is racing, his shoulders and chest moving up and down with each heavy breath. ]

[apothecrazy]

[ Maomao would say there isn't much to be seen when it comes to her form. She's near-flat and underdeveloped in all ways that would matter to some people. She also lacks any body hair by way of choice. She can't stand the way it catches on clothing.

Aside from the scarring on her left forearm (which is often covered by bandages) and the scar that runs up along her left calf, her skin is smooth and well taken care of. And then there's her mark that takes up much of her right outer thigh. An upside-down spade with tassels hanging from the bottom so it resembles a lantern of the pleasure district. At its center a cat's eye, to one side a mortar and pestle, and on the other some flowers. ]

Yes, like that.

[ With his legs closer together she can easily settle herself in his lap, legs on either side of his. However, she leaves space between them so that their hands may explore one another if so desired.

Her left hand settles on his shoulder while the right travels down his chest, well-kept fingernails trailing along his flesh. She's careful to avoid the center of his chest where the darkness resides. ]

You may touch me however you desire.

[feathering]

[ There's wonder in Joshua's eyes as he watches Maomao move and settle herself in his lap. It's a curiosity that isn't befitting a 28 year old man, but when it's his first time to be intimate with someone in this way, he just can't help it. And even though he's never done anything like this before, he can at least trust the animal in him to take over.

A heated sigh escapes his lips as he finds himself getting even more excited when Maomao's nails ghost along his skin. With half-lidded eyes, he places a hand on her waist to keep her steady, but it lowers down to her hips not long after just so he can touch more of her skin. He doesn't care if she's got a small stature or doesn't have a lot of curves. It's still so alluring to him, especially at a time like this when there's nothing else he can think of but sex. ]

Then, if it's too much, please tell me.

[ His hand stays on her hip, his thumb giving a gentle caress as he tries to gently squeeze what he can of it. His free hand desires more though, carefully pushing back her hair over her shoulder so that he can run his palm on it. From the small of her neck, her collar bone, her shoulder, down to her arm, then inwards to her chest. It feels amazing to touch someone like this. It's such a simple gesture, but he finds himself liking this. . . and yet, he has to remind himself not to get used to it. ]

You are beautiful.

[ Joshua gives a small smile when he says that before he leans in to place a kiss on her cheek, her neck, peppering all that skin that he can see with light kisses that no doubt get him harder. His erection stands between his legs desperate for more attention. ]

[apothecrazy]

I will be sure to do that.

[ This is a new experience even for Maomao. Everyone she's been with prior to now has had more experience than her. As such, she's often let them take the lead.

There is something to be said about his lack of experience, however. It's refreshing in a way. The way his hands move slowly, curiously taking in her slight curves. Honestly, it might be turning her on more than if he knew what he was doing and what he wanted and got right down to business.

She lets out a breath with a soft sound as his lips move down her neck. She takes a moment to drink in the sensation before returning to what she had planned. Her hand continues southward, eventually finding his erection and lightly grasping it. She waits a moment before sliding her down and finding that maybe they need some lubricant. ]

Sorry to interrupt, one moment.

[ She leans over to grab a bottle from the table. She pops it open and a faint sweet scent fills the air as she pours a little of the viscous liquid into her hand. ]

[feathering]

[ Perhaps one day, he can surprise her with his newfound experience. As it is right now though, there isn't much that Joshua knows when it comes to being close with someone else. He can at least rely on his instincts to do most of the work.

He becomes a mess when Maomao's hand takes his erection. His breathing grows heavier and he leans in again, his kisses moving lower from her neck to her collar area, up until he can kiss and suck on one of her breasts. Joshua could care less about her curves or lack thereof, he finds this all to be exhilarating, anyway. It is why when she pulls away to grab a bottle of lube, he sighs hotly.

There's a bead of precum at the tip of his arousal, and as he waits for her to grab that bottle of lube, he's the one who gets to stroking himself, spreading that slick even if it's just a little bit. ]

I feel as if you are testing me.

[ And whether or not that may be true, it is how he feels. He wishes to be gentle with her, to not hurt her or offend her, but he needs more. So he looks at what she has in her hand. And after a couple more strokes of his own, he lets go of his cock so that she can be the one to handle the rest. ]

[apothecrazy]

[ Maomao hums, eyes fluttering nearly closed as his mouth moves lower. Her free hand travels up into his hair, fingers tangling with the short strands. He's certain to feel her nails lightly flexing against his scalp.

At least, that is, until she pulls back to grab that bottle of lube. ]

Why ever would you think that? [ There's almost something of a teasing tone in her voice and the barest hint of a grin on her lips.

She wouldn't mind too much if he decided to get rough, she has a high tolerance to pain as is. Once his hand is out of the way, her hand takes its place and she resumes stroking him. ]

[feathering]

It is just a feeling.

[ Joshua does not intend to push any further, nor does he intend to confirm or deny it. He only wishes to tell her that and not mean anything else.

The way Maomao responds is. . . teasing though. So is it just a feeling, or has Joshua confirmed the fact? Whatever it is, he doesn't say anything about it explicitly, merely smiling knowingly in response. There's nothing to say either, because all he wants to do is lean back and let her stroke him. Anything, everything that she can give, he wants it.

Yet at the back of his mind, he can't help but want more.

And so, with heavy breaths, he gently runs his hand up and down her waist, his thumb very gently stroking her skin, until he slides his palm to cup one of her breasts and give it a fervent feel. ]

Would you allow me to- [ Fuck you is what he wants to say, but he finds that he's having difficulty saying that word out loud at this time. He can think it, but he's going to need a bit more time here in the Golden Peacock to be able to confidently add that to his vocabulary.

He moans, covering up any shyness in continuing that sentence. His hips buck into his hand as he continues to knead her breast, closing his eyes as he gives into his desires. ]

I wish to take you. All of you.

[apothecrazy]

[ True to her name, Maomao does like to play her prey or food in these situations. Perhaps it's due to things her sisters have told her, men like a little sport. It's better to have a little fun with them than immediately give them what they want. Play the game and all of that.

And so far, her experiences here have proven that tactic works.

There isn't much to feel up, not even a modest handful. Still, she lets out a hum from the attention, eyes fluttering lazily. ]

Hmmn? [ She gives him a curious look when he doesn't finish his sentence.

Ah, there it is. Her hand pauses, squeezing him a little as she leans to speak directly into his ear. ]

Then do so.

[feathering]

[ There is relief in the way he lets out a soft laugh at her acquiescence. Sure, Joshua normally gets what he wants, so he's used to hearing "yes", but he finds himself still rather embarrassed to ask for something like this to begin with.

And yet, he does not show gratitude in words. He does not whisper thanks, because he has as sense of pride. Instead, he can only hope that his own pleasure translates to giving it, that he can please Maomao in turn. It would be even worse if he was the only one who got off.

Maomao will feel Joshua's hips stop moving, and if her hand is still stroking him, he waits until she stops, sighing heatedly, before he moves his ass up and back a little, all so he can hold himself, give himself a stroke to prepare himself. Joshua knows little about what positions are comfortable, but he imagines that how they are now is fine, so he asks: ]

Lift yourself up a little, please.

[ All so he can line himself against her entrance, that hunger in his eyes oh-so-palpable, the way he looks at her so different from how he did earlier on. He's needy, far too needy to think of who he is right now. And if Maomao does do that, she doesn't get a request to move back down. It's Joshua, whose hand is on her hip that does it for her, placing his other hand on the opposite side so that he can guide her down to penetrate her. ]

[apothecrazy]

[ Perhaps someday he'll be able to push past that embarrassment in situations like this.

If Maomao were honest, hearing words of thanks at a time like this would feel a little strange. Showing he's thankful with his actions is certainly better in her opinion.

She gives him one last stroke as she pulls her hand away. She hums in response as she lifts herself and moves into position. Looking down to ensure she's lined up before looking back up at him and finding herself caught up guard by the hunger in his eyes, breath hitching. She doesn't have long to focus on that, however, as he guides her hips down.

She gasps, eyes widening for a moment before fluttering closed as a breathy moan escapes her. Her head rolls back as her back arches while her nails find his flesh as purchase in what seems an attempt to ground herself. ]

[feathering]

[ It's as if his heart has stopped beating for those seconds that Maomao lowers herself. Only when it's not just his tip but the rest of his shaft that's in her does it feel like he can breathe again, and it's not with relief that he's able to do so, but with a hunger and a need, like some sort of animal that needs it to breathe.

She feels so hot and tight around his cock that Joshua has to take a moment to close his eyes. He throbs in her, and it might even feel as if he's gotten even harder. ]

Oh... [ He's not one to curse, but he might just start doing so from how good this feels. It takes about a couple of seconds of not moving before he asks: ]

Are- Are you alright?

[ A soft and breathy laughs follows after that, because: ]

You feel amazing.

[apothecrazy]

[ It takes all her willpower not to begin moving once he's inside her immediately. She realizes that might be a bit too much for him at this moment. She does her best to remain still though she can't help the shudder that runs through her. ]

Mhmm. [ She hums as she rolls her head forward to look at him, eyes half-lidded. ] Just fine.

[ She shifts, hips lifting a bit as she moves to put her arms around his shoulders. ] Good, now are you going to sit there or move?

[feathering]

[ It is a little difficult to read Maomao as a person, Joshua finds, but he takes it upon himself as a challenge. It seemed earlier on that she wasn't into this whole idea, yet here she is, making his cheeks turn red again by that comment. ]

M- My apologies, it's just- [ No, no, there is no time for excuses now. Hands run up and down the sides of her thighs before he gives her hips a firmer grip as he rolls his own into her. He has to adjust his legs and spread them a bit more as he plants his feet properly on the floor too, but it's a minor adjustment that doesn't take too long. Joshua keeps moving his hips into her—a slow and steady pace if anything—while he guides Maomao to make complementary motions, up and down. Joshua doesn't even say anything anymore, concentrating on this feeling and hoping that she's feeling good just like he is. ]