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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!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ still, it's embarrassing. she didn't expect herself to be so open about that detail, and now she wonders if these cards can somehow compel people into telling the truth without realizing it. ]
But that's just what most normal people would wish for. What would someone as sophisticated as you would enjoy?
[ she's just some girl, surrounded by these people who seem larger than life -- almost like Whales on the prowl for their next prey. but this time, she's defenseless. ]
[ It was a pleasant sort of warmth indeed. It makes him consider that this man might be quite comfortable to hold, but his thoughts are running away from him right now and he probably shouldn't be entertaining such things about a stranger. Then again, with the game they are playing, no one could truly tell what the rest of the night would hold. ]
A mage? You must be a very strong one. [ To be exuding this much mana. While holding his hand was nice, Kabru eventually lets him go, placing the dice in that hand instead. ]
Oh. It's your turn. Go ahead. [ Now to hope that Karna doesn't get the same result in return because Kabru doesn't particularly want to end the night with sore nipples. Or, at least, if it's going to be like that it should be from doing something naughty and fun. ]
[The scariest part of all of this is how right it feels. It feels normal, like this is something they've done often in another life, like this is something they're supposed to be doing. He tries not to be too in his head about it, and then Reno speaks and asks him to wait.
Rude pushes himself up onto his arms, sitting up a bit more so he can help Reno turn over onto his back, not expecting his face to look the way it does. He expects him to be bored, upset, or something like that, but it's not.]
[It's not the first time that Reno wonders why they never did it before, even though now it makes a lot more sense, if those were Rude's concerns. However, Reno can't say that he thinks that any of those doubts are warranted.
Once he is on his back, he looks up, looks into those damn hazel eyes that Rude likes to hide behind his glasses and for a second, he doesn't say anything. He just looks. Then he remembers that Rude asked him. A question and he shakes his head, lifting one leg to wrap it around Rude's hip.]
Fuck no. I just .. wanted to see your face, that's all.
[ she can't see his expression from here, so she wonders if he liked what she just did. it's so... tame, compared to the other combinations they could've gotten. so she lets out a sigh of relief once he vocalizes his contentment --
only to raise an eyebrow at the next combination. maybe it means "grope chest"? no, that's barely the same as putting one's fingers into something.
but she does have... an idea. an idea which she wants to kick herself for thinking out of the box. ]
Hold on. Let me try.
[ she starts unbuttoning her dress shirt halfway down her chest, just enough to show a considerable amount of cleavage. she's not stacked unlike rodion and faust, but she's not flat either -- just average, but the appeal lies with the smattering of freckles across her collarbone and chest area that should entice just about anybody. hopefully.
looking down, she pushes her breasts together. there we go. ]
Maybe if you put your finger between them, it might work...? [ ugh, when she puts it that way it sounds so fucking insane. if only she's not so desperate for that pay-out. ] It's... worth a try, at least.
[ reaching into his pocket, he turns his own card towards kaveh, an ace of diamonds that dictates he acts the total opposite. as someone who happily molds to his partner's preferences, it's funny to be locked into something at the start—but fine with him.
but kaveh... ah... he's seeing the "problem." ]
Been dominant?
[ eiden pulls his hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles slowly, almost reverently. ]
Mmm... you think it would be a little easier if it were me, handsome?
[ with a little nip to one of his knuckles, shifting to take his hand and then kiss his palm softly. his eyes remain softly on him, relaxed by contrast. if anything, he can feel how nervous he is, wants to quell that as best he can. ]
[ wait, why is she bringing god to this conversation? if anything, god should look the fuck away from what's happening right now! not that ishmael believes in them either -- ever since her stint on the pequod and having to listen to ahab harping on how it's their god-given right to slay the Pallid Whale and free the world from eternal suffering, she doesn't buy that bullshit anymore. right now, it's just her and --
fuck. she's really going to let some random woman bite her chest with her sharp teeth before asking for her name. they're really doing this backwards. so much for being straight (heh) women.
regardless, texas leans in and ishmael braces herself for the sharp canines that'll soon claim her chest, but they never came. instead the other woman scrapes her teeth along the skin of her chest, as if to tease her that she will bite down at any time. luckily, texas seems rational and considerate enough not to cause further harm and embarrassment on both their parts, so when she finally leans back, ishmael lets out a huge sigh of relief.
her heart is racing. she can barely hear the crowd over the sound of her pulse in her ears. she locks eye contact with texas and asks, breathlessly: ]
[Rude feels his face grow hotter when Reno stares at him, but he stares right back, burning this moment into his memory to make up for the night that they don't remember.
It gives him a second wind the moment his partner's legs wrap around his hips, thrusting into him hard, wanting to see what he looks like in this position. He only needs one hand to keep himself up, the other he uses to encircle Reno's cock, stroking him with very little coordination, just wanting to touch him in new way.]
[It makes Reno laugh, in between those soft gasps and moans that he lets out when Rude begins to move again, thrusting his hips against Reno's. Rude can be so fucking sappy at times, but it makes Reno reach up to brush his palm against Rude's cheek, the other wrapping around his side, just wanting to feel those muscles move under his fingertips.]
Nah. Like what I see here.
[Rude thrusts harder, and Reno's head snaps back, moaning louder, encouraging him to go faster. Damn, he hits all the right spots, he has never felt so full in his life, and it just feels fucking amazing! His fingertips claw into Rude's back, leaving fresh marks over the old ones that he clearly left there the previous night.]
[It doesn't make sense to him at all, so he's sure to want to get to the bottom of that while he plays along with it all. Unless.]
What happens if I don't want to play?
[Rufus smells nice, he thinks, but doesn't mention it. Instead he listens to what he says, trying not to notice how many people seem to glance their way. All wanting to catch a glimpse of the President, he suspects, but Rude is happy to block their view as they walk around slowly as if they're shopping for their next game to try.]
(she's slow about it, a tease of her teeth, a run of that wolf tongue along her chosen spot. isn't that supposed to be the point? to make it dirty, sexy, whatever they were saying to do. she wasn't paying much attention, aside from idly thinking that neither of them looked like they wanted to even be here. maybe some other thoughts about her that won't be mentioned.
(yeah, they were totally thoughts about her freckles being cute.)
they are doing this backwards, though. a pair of women like them surely would know how to introduce themselves before going as far as to start playing sexy dice games that definitely will not (who are they kidding, it's a sex resort) go wrong, right? though she's being mindful and considerate enough, just because she has those lovely wolf teeth to go with that tongue of hers didn't mean she'd go straight to latching down without making it a bit more attractive into the build up of it.
this isn't her first rodeo in this hellhole, it won't be her last whenever she pauses her licks for a moment. amber on hazel (slightly ignoring that she's finding that face attractive) before she answers with:)
Texas....it's my last name, but it's what everyone calls me.
(she's murmuring that against her chest at first, then finally after a little longer, sinking her teeth in properly over the teasing she did. not hard enough to bleed. thankfully, she has a feeling she'd get her ass kicked for that.)
( once they're both settled on their feet, and once he's sure she isn't in immediate danger of tipping over by a second - or third? - pair of stray hands, he releases his grip on her and withdraws his hands. this place may encourage the debauched and the physical, but he will never linger longer than he is wanted.
in answer to her question, he shakes his head. )
Not at all. I am far more sturdy than I look.
( he may not be well-built like wriothesley or lean and honed like clorinde, but neither is he some pushover. )
Though I must say, that was quite the speed with which you came sailing over.
[Dominant or submissive huh? Of course, these games had always had intent. The resort truly doesn't hesitate to make a game where the ending is two people in bed (if even that).
Wriothesley tucks his card into the breastpocket of his jacket, labeled submissive for the night. While he's more than willing to linger against walls and watch people converse, he also knew how to socialize well enough. His position back home meant that he couldn't avoid every Fontaine party that happens, though he was a master at avoiding them for the most part.
He gives the other a cheeky little smile.] Hmm. I like long walks on beaches, actually. Picnics on a sunny day. [His gaze sparkles with mirth.] Or are you looking for different answers? Perhaps you should be a little more specific with your questions.
[ right, they're so close, close enough for texas's low growls to rip right through w's entire body. it's difficult to figure out where one begins and ends in the tangle of their limbs. she finds herself rising into the sharp points of texas's nails, like maybe she does want them to sink in deeper. maybe w will always want to make herself a problem, even if it's largely a subconscious response to the way it feels to be grabbed like this. the word 'later' burns in her fevered ears.
were it not for all of these variables, w'd probably figure that texas is done with her. or hope that she is, because she can't imagine that pulsing, smarting sensation between her legs will subside anytime soon. but texas seems to like what w's doing with her mouth, and w's not really ready to stop rubbing against her thigh yet. who knows? those growls could be a warning and texas is seconds away from biting her head off instead. she's not certain that'd ruin the mood either.
now that she doesn't have to keep playing chicken with the wand, she tilts her head and drags her lips over texas's other breast. that's about when she becomes aware that texas is watching her, which sinks some sparking, live wire sensation deep into her belly. she's been watching this whole time in that quiet, observational way. w should have known better. it was always stupid to try to keep this air of bravado going beneath a gaze like that.
she lifts her eyes too, fixing texas with a stare that brooks zero commentary, please. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ she knows she can slide one warm hand over the breast she's made messy with her mouth and tease the other with those bites texas taught her — her teeth pull gently at a nipple to try to incite more of those growls. but that alone obviously won't get her very far in a place like this and she wants to know this whole world of debauchery she's stubbornly locked herself away from. again, if it has to be anyone watching her lashes fan low as her red little tongue rolls out of her mouth... at least she finds she likes the taste of this one. ]
(lucky her, the growls aren't the kind that want to bite her head off. they're pleased ones, low and deep. getting her like this is....honestly, that's a feat. texas is normally the more quiet one. playing off things coolly, while even keeping some part of herself restrained. she's not a wild animal, or so she would often remind herself about. with the way she can get in a fight (oh, is that bad) it'd be easier to call her one. not savage, but something more lethal. anyway, her hands got a nice grip on w's thigh. maybe that threat of nails might near break the skin a little too far from how she's rising against her.
maybe she's responding from her observations: the low growls, being turned on (not a word will be said on that), and maybe somehow finding present company to be more appealing than she'd also like to admit. the baring of her teeth, guttural and like something predatory yet restrained. is she tamed or is she good at hiding it is often the question that most ask, but she's liking it. from the way her eyes are dark in hunger. strongly, wanting.
getting teased isn't helping her maintain her composure, not from how they're pressed body to body. teeth teasing her breasts, a hand grabbing at the other. she wants to know, huh? she caught the first message, naturally, she wasn't going to say a word to that no matter how her expression contorts with pleasure mixed into more baser instincts. having a lupo in the bedroom can be unique like that, nobody knows how one might act from how their own responses to these things.
texas just so happens to be a low growl and snarl type of woman when she's really feeling it.)
Touch me....grind down against me, however you want to do it.
(a low purr, the toy was discarded to the floor. dropped like it served its purpose after a flick of the switch. she's not paying attention to that any longer, they didn't have a timer to worry about counting down into doom. what was going on now is....definitely not what one would expect from w and texas of all people. not a single person would know, that's for sure. she'd keep her mouth shut while also expecting the same on that. even if texas did find she had a similar line of thinking, that she doesn't mind w's taste. that she likes that, too.)
[ Well, if she'd somehow had any doubts that it's really Reno she's dealing with... Aerith's laugh is warm, and for a second she thinks about teasing him a little, mimicking his speech down to the very word, but she takes pity on him in the end, curls her fingers a little more tightly against his wrist as she looks up at him.
She really is glad to see him. ]
To tell you the truth? I don't know. I'm guessing I got here the same way as you did; it seems to be kind of a recurring theme...
[ It's been the same with everyone she's spoken to, after all. Waking up in an unfamiliar place, mostly naked and with another person, sometimes familiar and sometimes not. ]
If it makes you feel better, though, I woke up with Rude. Not a stranger. He looked after me while we tried to figure out what was going on.
( sophisticated? him? the offhand observation makes him frown. there are several things in which he is particular, yes, but he has never considered himself all that highbrow. if his status in fontaine is elevated, it is simply due to the position thas has been bequeathed him and not any personal preference.
he refolds his hands in his lap. )
In truth, much the same as you. I rarely get much time off, but when I find myself with a free afternoon, I enjoy taking walks behind the Opera Epiclese. It is much closer to the water than the Palais Mermonia, and I find the air much more clear and refreshing there.
( easier to smell and taste the sea without the interference of metal and human innovation. )
[A finely-shaped brow rises at that casual comment, but Vil doesn't have to wait long for a little more information -- just enough information that he can huff a quiet laugh.]
I see. That is a silver lining if you're already familiar with this.
[There's a multitude of guests in the resort though, so he should ask for clarification.]
But from the way you speak, I take it you haven't been in the resort for long. Did you just arrive?
[ oh, w's dress has BEEN a lost cause, she just thinks it's funny to watch her marks struggle to prevail under impossible circumstances. it's a delight when all she wants to do is give someone the most horrible death imaginable, which makes this practically a delicacy, an extremely rare thrill she'll probably never get the chance to experience again. not because lappland will die at the end of it, because w's sure lappland will want to kill her from here on. what else could there ever be for a wicked pair like them?
even now, w knows all the rules and still there's nothing but murder in her eyes when her gaze meets lappland's. every living fiber of her being aches to snap the wrists that reach for her, to break every single one of those fingers pulling in her hair. nobody touches her, nobody, and the few concessions she's made for the cause have obviously emboldened lappland to grab up more. she's got to pay, or at least come on nothing but the fear for her life. ]
Stupid bitch, I see you biting!
[ she makes it difficult not to, the flat of her hand swatting lappland's cheeks, slapping her face upwards so she's in danger of choking on her own drool. so messy, so nasty, w's never wanted to piece someone out more. maybe that's endgame in this place, keeping lappland like a living originium vein she can mine for all the explosives she'll need to craft to bring this hellhole down. w's almost tempted to start now.
she stabs her fingers into lappland's mouth, jolting the bomb deeper down her throat. ]
Guess there's no getting it outta there any other way. You really should have thought about that before you asked. [ her unhinged cackling is made of the purest notes of murderous intrigue. ] Since you're gonna make a huge mess anyway, I might as well light the fuses on both ends of you. It can be a fun little game you only get to play half of.
[ the fuses hiss at the beckoning of w's trigger finger, that charged piece of plastic buried in her cunt, the steel ball burning on her tongue. w doesn't actually care if she comes or not before the big finale, she's happily engrossed with poking that originium steel as far down lappland's throat as it will go, with violently pounding that now-sparking plastic charge into a place she'll really feel it. her fun's only got a few seconds left before it's over, and she's happy to purr the countdown directly into one of those fuzzy, twitching ears. ]
Three... Two...
[ because these are both duds, of course, she's still not about to compromise her own plans for a bit of short-lived fun. these are just the same kind of poppers she'd leave on kal'tsit's office chair when she was feeling particularly sadistic. it won't feel great when they expand and blow, but there's no way they'll leave any lasting damage — unless you count the horrible sound of w's breathless, gasping laughter when they start popping off. ]
[ She's stunned for a moment after her peal of laughter ends, admittedly a little unsure of what to say. She has, after all, just fallen out from mid-air and into this poor man's lap; under the circumstances, a simple apology doesn't seem like quite enough to make amends.
But he seems to be understanding—he's concerned, and that's enough to make her relax, to have her smile. ]
It might seem strange to you... but I feel perfectly fine. It seems that the champagne made me fly in the first place, so maybe it also helped me fall? [ She tilts her head, and she laughs. ] That's a really weird theory, now that I think about it. But then again, I've never been the one falling on people.
[ She reaches out one hand, as if to shake (or perhaps to high five). ]
I'm Aerith, by the way! Aerith Gainsborough. Thank you for catching me!
[ She puts her feet back on the floor, her whole vibe changing as she goes from sex mode into teaching mode. She does like to teach someone inexperienced. ]
So, dom and sub are short for dominant and submissive! It's basically just which position you take in sex - like, if you're the one taking charge or the one being taken care of.
[ Indicating the device by kicking her feet. ]
Like, the point of this thing is that I can't close my legs while I'm wearing it, meaning you've got total access to me and I can't move as well. You can just do it like normal, or you could also lift it up and rest it on your shoulders, or turn me over and do me from behind... get the idea?
[ how could a cat not be attracted to that cool, calm, passively seductive behavior of shylock's? to wish for pets, pats, belly scratches, and any treat that might be in between those slender fingers of his? the same cat would be silly to not take advantage of someone on their back--- doesn't matter if was the same as the hand that fed him, too. ]
Think I need your permission?
[ murr knows what he wants. affection to dull the longing that makes his heart weak. if he can get shylock to break, even a little? then he's won. something that amuses him. distracts him.
he leans back in, taking that hand, pushing it aside so that he can keep it in his own while he goes for another kiss. this one isn't meant to shock him, surprise him, cause the entire room to go ablaze. no--- now it's for a taste. ]
[Well, yeah, that does sound familiar and pretty much like Reno ended up here too, except he didn't know the guy he was stuck in a car with. But at least Bakugo was already familiar with the place and has given him at least some information. Yet, Aerith being here doesn't sit right with him at all, and something twists unpleasantly in his stomach.]
We gotta get you outta here again, that's clearly not a place for little princesses, don't ya think?
[Then her words sink in and his eyes widen ever so slightly]
Wait, ya said Rude's here?
[Somehow that's a bigger relief than anything else so far, and he can't help that he looks around for a brief moment to see if he sees the familiar shaved head somewhere, but doesn't see anything with how crowded the room is.]
Rufus is here as well, ran into him earlier. So looks like it's definitely been a whole bunch of us that ended up here last night. Makes me wonder what the fuck went wrong for that to happen.
[He shakes his head, more and more questions piling up that demand answers, and Reno doesn't like that there aren't any.]
How have you been so far? No creeps or weird new bodyguards?
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