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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ her expression softens at his reassurance, even if it may be a little silly, given that she isn't the one with her wrists bound. she assumes that this may be something that's more in his wheelhouse—she doesn't want to... ruin the experience for him, in a sense, nor does she want to betray the trust he's put in her. the weight of it feels significant, but not heavy; she finds that she wants to bear it, and maybe later when she's alone, she'll realize the meaning behind that. ]
All right.
[ for now, she pulls away from him and removes her blouse and trousers, leaving her in just a lacy bra and panties. they're fancier than what she would normally wear; even underwear was not exempt from the black-tie requirement, it seems. when she settles back on the bed, she sits on her knees between his legs and just looks at him for a while, taking her time to let her gaze wander from his face down his chest to his abdomen. by now, they both know how quickly they respond to each other and it's easy to get swept up in his rhythm. while she's never had any complaints about it, it's not often that she has him like this: spread out beneath her, invitation and excitement in every line of his body.
eventually, she rests both hands below his sternum, sliding them down until they reach the waistband of his slacks. one finger traces over the half-hard shape of his cock against his fly, down and back up again. ]
I want to take our time tonight, [ she says as her eyes find his. ] And I'd like to start by tasting you again. [ she thumbs over the button of his slacks, slowly undoing it. ] May I?
[Guess when you're used to them, it's not quite the same feeling. Some cars definitely have a tight fit to them, but this thing's giant compared to a normal sedan. Jae Ha finally steps back and Bakugo swings his legs out from under the steering wheel, stepping into the cooler metal-scented air of the carport. Good question on the clothes... He scowls down at the robe he's in. Way too disgustingly gaudy.]
Not in this area.
[He turns his head and scans around the carport to get his bearings, but it's given to him when a clatter echoes out from one specific side. Revealing a rack of clothes and a very flustered valet. That's new...]
She could only groan at the stranger calling her name. Waking up in just a robe, being forced into the itchiest trousers and shirt, then a sequin-covered jacket and now...someone recognized her. Brilliant.]
... Believe me when I say, I'd rather not be here.
[Just going to duck her head. Because that'd obscure her identity that he already knew...]
Viktor nods, both to the name and the go ahead. It's funny Jing Yuan is trying to reassure him about the force. He thinks about how difficult it would have been with how he was before. With the body he had before.
Slowly, he rises from where he is sitting.]
These games in particular seem a little silly considering what they want us to do.
[ it really seems like this shouldn't be going as well as it is. if w was going to pick this kind of trouble with anyone, it should have been some bloody, savage thing, not nosing around in so much warm skin, suckling her mouth full and rich with that addictive taste. she could get lost again, and maybe she is, so preoccupied with devouring texas's breasts and enduring the roll of her hips that she could almost miss it when she starts to mess with that awful plastic wand.
w expects, no matter what, that texas will eventually want to kill her, and that this will hurt. as well it should: life is suffering. she's heard ines sob a trillion times for whatever hoederer does to her in their tent, and she knows well enough from the war that shit like this can be devastating. there's no reason she can figure that it shouldn't be that way for her.
and now that she sizes that wand against the whole of her naked body — it's huge and sounds powerful. she can't take her eyes off it, her head lifting off texas's chest to track its movements. the soft buzz of it already makes her skin crawl, and for a moment, her hips steady and stop. she begins to maybe sort of regret her dedication to doing this against the door.
but she's no fainting little bitch. much as her stomach is sick with the threat of the unknown, she's not about to back down when it's texas. her fingers lock around the back of texas's neck, her gaze burning as she growls: ]
Fuckin' do it.
[ tear her apart with that thing, or whatever. what's a massage? the word almost certainly doesn't exist in sarkaz, where people toil til they drop from their muscles snapping, where every innocuous thing is expected to draw blood and spread agony. a word like that could mean a litany of terrifying anythings, and w's gone tense again though she's doing her level best to play it off, like she's now fully invested in pulling down texas's tights halfway with her hands, the rest of the way with a rubbing ankle. ]
Oh, good, he got himself an opponent. When the guy approached, Rex gestured at an empty seat, inviting him to sit down.
"Well, kiddo, maybe if I were some lumbering oaf," he started before grabbing his first card. He plucked it out easily, without doing much to disturb the rest of them. "But luckily I know a thing or three about using a light touch."
Of course, getting the card was only half of the game. The other half was answering the question on the card. Thankfully, this first one seemed benign. Do you enjoy sleeping on/around others?
"Well, its more like others enjoy sleeping on me. I might not look it, but my lap makes a really comfy pillow."
[It was horrible and Naoto had little choice in wearing it. She'd been forced into it originally. Then she'd realised the shirt she'd been given had less buttons than she'd like (Tragically... It was a normal women's button up. With the unfortunate lack of collar button.).
His explanation got a sigh though as she attempted to straighten out her clothes now she was standing.]
No. I'd gathered that when I was dragged here, then thrown back into the room when I tried to leave.
[He once said there was always a choice. But now he is thinking the choice is an illusion. Choice is the lie they tell themselves.
His brows furrow. He is not trying to dodge any answers, but he is curious. A natural way to be for him. Maybe a bit more curious about Nehan in particular. Similarities.]
What place exactly?
[He doesn't try to encourage Nehan to go for another card because he knows he has to have his own turn before that happens.]
[He wants to fire back some clever phrase to twist the knife, or at least some short snarl of a reply. Something more in tune with how he’d been before.
But no, Akechi hesitated. His smile fades and he narrows his eyes, just a touch.]
…Do you fully understand the rules to this game?
[Not just the dice, the whole thing. He feels guilty, almost, at the very possibility of taking advantage of Akira. As if Akechi hadn’t ruined his life enough already.]
(it's not like texas wouldn't disagree to bloody and savage, there's always that part of her that would have been stuck in the violence of siracusa. not as deep as some people. the others that were in a way still locked into the familige and other things that were miserable within the country; who wants to be used as fodder for a constant game of one-upmanship? rule the country her ass, zaaro could have killed her when she made that deal with him had she been any less useful.
but this is addicting enough, it can feel like living while trapped here.
it can work. sometimes a girl needs to let her mind go and far be it for her to complain about providing that, it won't stay sweet and gentle. there's no input from that annoyance on her hand, that just means that she didn't have to focus on it deciding to flare and talk whatever shit it felt like. must be because she's feeding it. ugh, but she does understand this. not even from the things she's done while stuck there. some part of her considers it lucky she didn't try hunting people to go after them for her needs as a stupid werewolf. she was a mindless beast at the time, mindless and hungering. demanding. maybe her body wants something similar to that again with the sensation of not thinking about anything. just rutting, fucking, whatever.
she did half think they could move (honestly that would have been better) even if they've come this far. she expects her back to be scratched up, based off what she knows. hard enough to draw blood and leave whatever cuts w damn well pleases on her. texas herself? she has to keep her steady, she knows that much. help keep her steady, don't breathe a damn word after this like she intends when the low buzz is there filling the air.)
Keep a good grip on me.
(she totally expects if she intensifies it that it won't be a good idea, if she pumps it up then it'd be on w's request. okay. with that said (and her tights dropping to the floor) texas isn't speedy about it just in case to keep giving her that idea of being in control as needed. not with bringing the wand near, not with pressing the top of the massager against w's panties, right around where her clit would be at. she'll have to see what her back looks like after.
[ It's helpful that Neuvillette is experienced with some type of magic, so Wei Wuxian doesn't have to describe it down to the fundamentals. But he does hope his explanation helped a little bit. At Neuvillette's reply and follow up question, he does give a nod. ]
My parents were cultivators and I was raised in a large cultivation clan. It was an inevitable path for me, though I never thought of doing otherwise.
[ No, his thoughts veered more towards how could he make cultivation better, how he could push the boundaries of it and discover new methods. The idea of being a mundane person instead, that was never a possibility for him. ]
Are you familiar with arts like this where you come from?
[ It's fine, Wei Wuxian has no intention of shooing Sizhui away anytime soon. Especially now that he's learned about his history — even he's empathetic enough to know that Sizhui must miss him a little. It's not arrogance, just simply putting himself in Sizhui's shoes because if this was reversed, he'd feel exactly the same.
But also, Lan Qiren is just a hater and he can shove it. Wei Wuxian is going to spend as much time with Sizhui as he wants.
The embarrassment is noted and thus it means Wei Wuxian doesn't pick up on any subtext either. If that friend was more than a friend, it goes over his head. For now. ]
Oh, good. That's a nice resolution. So, you can tear a tree right out of the ground and cause earthquakes without assistance. Any other neat surprises you've got up your sleeve?
(this is fine. that's fine, he's gone through worse and died by worse, hasn't he? he knows that. so karna doesn't move, he sits calmly and waits whenever the feeling of a hand slapping down against his chest hits him. the white-hot sensation of it, but karna doesn't react. no pain, no sign of it anyway. instead what might be felt is that his skin runs rather hot, hot enough that it's obvious he has something more to him. his mana is part of why this happened, but that's a given. it won't of course go away. not the sensation of heat permeating off him or him not even making a sound to what would make anyone wince. this is nothing, as he thought. his body still has some uses.
which also means that he's doing fine for himself enough, his gloved hands go back to adjust his vest and dress shirt again. to redo the buttons on them while fixing his tie back in place. karna did offer a smile, it doesn't meet his eyes even with the sincerity of it. his way of reassuring after allowing kabru to take his hand, even through gloves the heat is prominent, but that's fine.) I am, don't worry. I've been through far worse than that. (not just his body being touched by his father, surya. he has experienced worse in life, the small glimpse of a rather faint neck scar going around that entirely to his heart mark should have been helpful to say it.
though the heart mark which is on a rather obvious spot on his neck in turn seems....like it's filling up color wise. the shape of it like a flame intensifying, though one can guess why. him like others hasn't been tending to his needs, but karna won't allow someone to suffer on his behalf.)
You are pretty strong, though.
(it just would take more to hurt a servant like him.)
[ w's maybe never seen anybody move like this. and for good fucking reason: she's in the business of inducing pain and terror, never pleasure. every little detail texas dropped about this place earlier made her so sure she really doesn't have any business being in a hedonistic hell like this, but now there is this one amusing little collision of her storied talent for causing grievous bodily harm and the general modus operandi of this gaudy shit heap.
maybe this won't be the most painful torture she's ever endured. it sure is fun to fuck lappland to the absolute boundary of her panties, too shallow to do much but make a mess and threaten to nick some skin. especially when she starts to writhe, w's fingers tightening around her throat in instinctive response, her knee driving her crushingly against the wall to keep her from flailing out of her grip.
even that might not work and it makes w snicker all over again. ]
There you are. I knew you were a nasty, feral fucking freak all along. Holy shit! I bet if I stuffed you full of explosives you'd blow before I could even pull the fucking trigger.
[ whatever she's doing between lappland's legs now, there's a pop of pressure and heat, probably the sensation of charred bits of lace sliding away where they aren't stuck fast by lappland's own slick. she's such a mess — and now w is too, blood pumping hot down her forearm. she'll get lappland for that, even has a plan in mind, but for now she crams the knife between those wide-spread and begging thighs, growling when it sinks deep into her cunt with no resistance at all. still, she's snarling: ]
Take it, you filthy fucking bitch. Beg me to drive this thing straight into your fucking guts. Might as well confess all that sick shit on your mind, the timer's ticking down fast.
[ she can make those ticks thunder inside of her, turn the heat of the plastic up to a nigh unbearable degree. there's a balance here that only someone with either a deep genius or unhealthy obsession could manage, between the melting point of this prop and the ignition of the charge within it. lappland's really so lucky she's in such capable hands. ]
[That expression of such a simple pleasure is strangely satisfying, and Sunday can't help the twitch at the corner of his mouth. How novel it is to sit at a table and eat with another person at all — to be known as no more than an ordinary person, participating in this mundane activity.]
Glazes like this are just sugar diluted by water. I've seen other desserts with it already included, often of different colors: pink, yellow, orange... but they all taste good and add texture to the food.
[Why does he sound nostalgic? Anyway.]
You didn't expect such a skill would be useful? Does that mean there aren't ghosts in your own world, or that they are rarer?
(another time and place, karna would have been locked out of the hall. he doubts they'd allow him in there on a good day. low ranks don't receive the best of treatment, and he's second lowest along this totem pole. equally dressed up is the lancer whenever he realizes he senses something. karna had been originally keeping his head down, the guests sneered and jeered at him often enough. anyone would that wasn't among the actual players.
they don't offer their drugs to him, any drinks karna gets are barely anything good from the champagne bottles flowing around. the food he's offered isn't much, either. just the scraps that the tables pawned off on him like they were feeding an unwanted child. anyway, what he notices is different. for a good while, karna was the sole servant here. born anew in a sense with the living body that he has, having to tend to his needs while pushing about his limits again in training when he can. that was all that karna could do.
when his eyes land on archer, that's when he looks surprised. the bowman is here? attempting to escape, last he checked won't do anything, but that didn't stop karna from leaving that dingy table he was given. if only to check something for himself when he comes closer behind the bowman and:)
Archer?
(karna is of a similar struggle, anyway. he was not one for these parties or hedonistic pleasures. besides, it was clearer that the guests were none too thrilled that a low rank was there and ruining the precious "vibes" of the party.)
[ technically, he did know that. He just forgot that. He feels relieved that he also cannot remember all of the events last night, but.. he's shirtless and he's in boxer briefs. The familiar ache of either sex or partying (or both) is also there, but he has a rather carefree spirit about it all. Maybe they fucked. Maybe they didn't. He's okay with being in this weird place; it's really helping him relive a life that he was missing. One of his hand paws around until he finds one of Esikko's, pulling it to his lips and kissing the top of it. Good morning. ]
Haha, I'm gonna have to get used to people not knowing me! I'm Beowulf, undefeated pro-wrestling champion!! AROO!
[ don't howl in this guy's ear.. anyway.. He's gotta build that fame and adoration back up here, it seems like. Shamelessly, though, he buries his face into the other man's neck and gives him a good inhale. ]
Damn! You smell really good, you know that? What perfume is that? Chanel?
...I'm sure someone's pointed out to you how crass you are already.
[ surely people have tried already. seems a fruitless endeavor. he still doesn't hurry as he looks through the various medications, most of which are for more intimate purposes. with the rattle of a few bottles though, he slips a few harmless prescriptions into his pants pocket—he does, by the grace of the golden peacock gods, have some pajama bottoms—limping back out shortly after.
the amenities are modest and the space is tight, but he's lived through worse. also, he doesn't plan to stick around much past recovering. he waves his 'companion' off as he passes, like they're just begrudging roommates. ]
All yours. [ meanwhile, he's going to the kitchen for the kettle. ] Bring the food to the kitchen when you're done.
[ it's all set up to eat a cozy breakfast in bed together, but he's not here for it. ]
( It's not like he has any room to judge, but Jae Ha can't even make a silly little stripping joke if she's down for it that easily. He's a little surprised— maybe this young lady can handle herself here more than he originally expected!
It's easy enough to unbutton the jacket and shirt of this suit, the tie loosened and tossed aside. He was getting sick of that thing, anyway.
He's incredibly muscular, built like a man who fights... Even though it's mostly with his legs, his abs are still pretty nice. )
Shall I crouch again? ( That's only half of a tease. )
( Along with his words, he places both of his hands on Kabru's shoulders and pushes him gently back down to earth. Floating... He's been dealing with floaters all night, and still he's not sure the best way to fix it.
...It's a little silly, how they're standing facing each other. With Jae Ha's grip, it almost looks like they're in the middle of a very serious conversation. )
Well, if we're already going to be friendly, we might as well introduce ourselves, right? ( haha ) I'm Jae Ha. How is it if I hold you like this? Are you stable?
( And of course, Jae Ha is here to catch him! — in a lovely princess carry, how else? It's an easy scoop from the air, with as tall as he is, and he's apparently an expert at managing the weight and gravity enough to minimize the jostling. So, all things aside, it's a comfortable landing.
But because he can't help but tease someone as feisty as this: )
[ w shouldn't need to grip at anybody. she's the deadliest merc, worth at least ten candies on the scale before the guy who was doing the accounting got bodied by his own potential son-in-law. it's not like she hasn't been through agonizing, mind-twisting things before and stood strong all on her own, there's no reason at all to heed texas's warning.
she just wants to, the moment that wand is on the move. she'd thought her panties would have to come off for this — not so it seems, because texas isn't giving her any further directions. there's just the sound of buzzing sinking low between them, and then...
that's fucking it. w doesn't even get it at first, her fists balled against the back of texas's neck for no good reason, gaze locked on hers in what was unshakeable determination and has slowly succumbed to pure confusion. nothing about this has sucked so far, if anything, it's the opposite, and it's just something w doesn't get. ]
... Oh.
[ and then she feels it, a twist of texas's hand to set it right against a spot that flares beneath that buzzing. right, that spot, it's not as if w is such a terrible prude she's never played with herself before. it's soft and gentle enough that it isn't immediately alarming; her body takes care of that part, her breath huffing hot against texas's chest as she begins to pant, her face flooding with heat. she really needs to find a hole to crawl in and die for the mistake of letting texas see her like this. she feels so warm suddenly and her first impulse is to pull away, but stubbornness keeps her fast in place, and now there's something else compelling her to drive harder against it, smothering the wand between their bodies.
her teeth grit hard, locking in a word that was almost texas's name. the bet was that she can't scream, and she doesn't particularly want to yet, but how mortifying would it be to make any other noise? it really doesn't matter when that heat keeps building and she needs to breathe through it, her jaw yawning open to emit a shattered whisper: ]
Have you had the run down from someone else here, yet, Red dear?
( Jae Ha leans forward a little as he asks that, scanning her face out of curiosity. He's new, himself, but he's had a few people explain the rules of this place for him, since the little message on the Watch was hardly helpful. There are a few things he's learned here and there, as well, but... )
I'm afraid I'm as new as you are, but it seems that the guests look out for one another, for the most part.
and girl, what tf are you talking about. ishmael's hair can't be all that sweet. ishmael herself is not even that sweet either. she stares blankly at the woman for a moment longer before grabbing her hair and give it a huge yank, rousing the poor girl up and potentially making her roll off the bed.
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