【 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 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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[ his reaction had been a bit more emphatic than she'd been expecting, prompting her to actually pause and give him a sidelong glance that is, fortunately, more curious than judgmental. ]
There are worse sensations to have, [ she replies mildly. ice play isn't exactly high on angelika's personal list, but she could at least see where the appeal is. ]
I suppose you could always just use it to feed someone.
[ technically not a sex act... but maybe it might still count if it preludes the actual sex? ]
[He matches her intensity as they kiss, moving closer to pull one of her thighs over his lap to straddle him, only remembering the instant they make contact that the both of them are entirely undressed.
Rude tries not to look as he pulls her close so that her soft chest meets his firm one. His hands settle against her lower back, running up and down slowly, appreciating the muscle tone he feels under his fingertips, and the curves of her body feel dangerous.]
[ Entirely on brand for Mayou tbh. She's not exactly intentional about wooing anyone, it just happens! Truly a mystery of the universe... ]
Seems worth it for the final roll to me.
[ She shrugs, tucking her dress strategically for decency's sake once her leg's once again propped up, making a casual 'tah dah' gesture with a hand. ]
[ they're both good at that—separating business and pleasure, and clorinde doesn't think that would change for arlecchino here, despite how the resort may attempt to get under her skin. it'd take nothing short of a suit activation, probably, but one thing at a time.
she watches the dice roll across the padded table and sees the results before arlecchino reads them aloud; all things considered, it's not the worst thing she could've gotten, though at this point, clorinde figures she should just prepare herself for it. this game will certainly get quickly out of hand soon enough, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious about the knave's limits.
but anyway, lick thigh it is. clorinde's trousers are cinched at her waist but loose and relaxed through her legs, which means it's easy enough for her to roll one side up, exposing milky skin littered with scars in increments until she reaches her thigh. she props her heel on the seat next to arlecchino, giving her access to do what she will. ]
I'm glad to hear it. I've been wonderful, all things considered.
[in fairness, Ashe probably didn't really know how Olivine normally dresses—the incubus thing certainly wasn't a proper first meeting. though... at least it gave him some belated knowledge that this could happen.]
Mm. I was at the casino for the party, yes. I recall playing a few games, but... beyond that, I don't remember leaving. Or having any alcohol, but I do have a little bit of a headache.
[slipping out of the bed, he turns to fix the sheets almost absently. sorry Ashe, the transparent underwear probably aren't going to help your blush any. once that's finished though, he does spot his clothes kind of... crumpled in a heap off in a corner, and lets them be for now in favour of joining Ashe at the table and peering over the "hangover kit" they've given them.
... some of which is very much not for hangovers, he's pretty sure, and the rest he doesn't even know what they are. ahem. for now, he'll just gingerly pick up a few of the foods, yawning when he settles down.]
I'm a little glad I didn't wake with someone I didn't already know, though.
[ he hadn't been thinking in terms of race or species, really, just an overall peoples. there wasn't enough information to know one way or the other. but he files all of this information away in the back of his mind to enter into the data bank at a later time, whenever he manages to get home. ]
Iron.. do you have an allergy?
[ not that they need to answer of course. dan heng draws another card. ]
[ without the ability to touch with his hands, tseng has to content himself with hungrily drinking in the sight of clorinde as she eases his slacks down and bends forward over his cock. the touch of her hand feels like a cool balm against overheated flesh, but there's no relief at all, not when everything she does makes tseng feel like he's going to lose his mind to his desire for her. ]
I'll tell you, [ he promises, and then, ] ah, mm...
[ although ordinarily more reticent in bed, tseng doesn't have it in him right now to hold back any of the noises that want to spill forth from his mouth. even though clorinde hasn't actually taken him in her mouth, the press of her tongue and lips against his length is dizzyingly good, enough to make tseng's breath come heavier and his lips part on quiet noises, his gaze dark and eyes lidded as he looks down the length of his own body at her.
restlessly, his legs shift on the bed, bracing his heels against the mattress and spreading his thighs for her. or at least as much as he can, given the constraints of his slacks where they're still taut around his legs. the additional restraint only serves to arouse him more. ]
[ Kizuna's smile curves at a different angle when his "princess" relents to his heckling. Obediently, he tosses the compress side as if he'd simply been waiting for the opportunity to do so, letting it slap against the foot of the bed and sadly deflate. ]
There. Was that so difficult?
[ There is something satisfying about being told what one might want in place of being threatened, albeit with little force behind it.
At least not a force that goes anywhere, neatly folded behind a mercurial need to dig his hands in, for all the good it does him. Sometimes literally, as he plants a foot on the mattress and climbs up onto it, plopping down behind the other man in a dramatic fluff of the bedding. ]
(unfortunately for them, she isn't the type of girl to play with someone's feelings. even if she is the worst at responding (from the way she runs away to doing everything that she can to avoid it) to them in a normal day between them. she finally shifts to get in her lap proper whenever lappland's hands grip at the vest part of her masquerade outfit. the fabric of it thick and meeting claws, she might have to change if this gets torn apart. that's bound to happen between them, but it'd be extra time not dealing with the party for texas. that in itself is worth it for her, cellinia won't lie about that. even if it's at a cost of giving in to more hidden desires, things she never expressed. things that never left her mind as of late about the happenings in the resort and her own questions about what was happening in terra.
it's depressing to about how long she's been there, more depressing to remember that lappland might die soon. that's not on her mind, not when her hands glide along exposed and sickly pale skin. how they reach to cup her breasts, to grab and squeeze them. it's interesting, she doesn't normally take the lead herself. not whenever it's between them, but she is for a change. through a kiss, and by how she's touching her. it feels too good to do that in comparison to what times she's been with others for her own survival.
like that restless beast in her is calmer, despite the cravings for more. keep going, keep going, that's strongly whispered in her ears and not by her suit. this was texas herself (even with the encouragement from that spade mark) deciding that she can try and be different. that in itself would take time, there's always things which are easier said than done in that regard. changing habits which she had for quite some time included. but enough about that, her ears are ringing from how hard her heart pounds. loud, bursting, drumming.
that remark causes her to growl, as if to say she's always been this way. texas by no means is....sane. she can act a good game, but nobody does the things she does without being crazy. which is why part of her feels they changed roles with that, from the sheer number of times she's said it to lappland. though that was more a handful for her.)
Haven't I always been?
(this is the woman that murdered her father over her grandfather's death they're talking about. that was all it took to make her wipe the slate and leave. the outfit is annoying (the one that texas is wearing) though she won't care if lappland in her vindictiveness does rip it off her. she might just rip that pretty flimsy gown off with her teeth in exchange the rest of the way, or her panties if she had any with how bad this is getting for her to feel this aroused.)
In any case, she's dressed the part of a high roller, a luxurious casino-dweller, but the overthinking and stumble of her words speaks louder: they're both new here. No harm in indulging a little thought experiment together. ]
Let's see...
[ He speaks idly as he rolls a loose chip along the table, traveling it under his fingertip. ]
You could wager your time. Or—services, so to speak. [ Of the sexual variety, if they're keeping on theme. ] Or perhaps defer to your opponent's preferences, depending on whether you win or lose.
[ He pushes the chip to a stop, letting it roll between his fingers to show its faces. ]
For instance. We could wager something on whether this chip lands on heads, or tails. If I win, you'd take off an article of clothing of my choosing, and vice versa. Something along those lines.
[ Considering the company he's had to keep the last decade or so, he doesn't sound nearly as abashed about this as she does. ]
[ 'Tickle chest.' Well, at least it's a pretty stupid and harmless prompt to start off with. Fuuta breathes a small huff as he assesses the dice, though his gaze does quickly flit up to fix on Midnight when he hears that 'suggestion.' ]
Haa? [ He's so taken aback that he's not even sure he heard that first part right. ] I wasn't gonna take it off in the first pla -- ah!
[ It's just startled reflex that has him jerking back with a muffled yip when he feels that touch at his chest. (Though it's not for the salacious reason that the crowd probably expects.) And it's as he's working through the embarrassment of being heard making a noise like that he hears Midnight's follow-up piece of advice. ]
... 'lad'?
[ He manages to pack an impressive level of scorn into that one echoed syllable, and Fuuta's lips curls in a snarl to reveal jagged teeth as he barks, ]
Don't talk down on me like that. I dunno who you think you are, but for one thing, I'm not some brat you can look down on. [ Yes, he knows he looks a little younger than he is, and no, this isn't the first time he's been mistaken for a highschooler(?), but it still irks him every time. ] And second, you think I need you bossing me around? I can handle myself just fine.
[ And to make his point clear, he snatches up the dice to let them roll to a halt -- 'PINCH' 'EAR.' Fuuta takes one look at them, then promptly rises from his seat, gaze fixed menacingly on Midnight.
[ GOD? IS THAT YOU? GOD?? She is way too not straight for this?? ]
Children? You don't seem the type to play with children. [ Tharja takes another sweeping breath, eyes following the markings down the other woman's chest. Following them past the swell of her breasts to where they disappear behind the waist of her suit pants, and then back up to those buds that Tharja's supposed to suck.
She's never been a physical person. Never. Not even in her wildest fantasies of Robin taking her as a bride would Tharja dare to imagine more than a kiss. But she also hates to lose. And when there's a certain tension between them, besides the pressure of Arlecchino's very existence, it calls for Tharja to meet the challenge. ]
Not that I would know. [ Mystery that she is. ] Now, excuse me.
[ The casino is so very loud, and yet Tharja can still make out the sound of the seat beneath them dipping beneath her hand as she moves herself forward. She braces one hand against the cushion for balance, and cups the other woman's breast with her other. Another ghost of a touch lest she get scorched by that heat.
And with a final look up, Tharja meeting her gaze as bottomless as it is, she catches her nipple between her lips and sucks. ]
[ so much patience, patience to go around even. w's patient too, she patiently tracked down and assassinated every single person who had anything to do with theresa's murder, didn't she? by contrast, nipping at a ferocious wolf's heels until she snaps is simple enough exercise in discipline, or it would be if texas didn't look and sound so fucking delicious. ]
Oh, I'm gonna devour you.
[ that's just a matter of fact, a statement of the inevitable. she's going to put her mouth anywhere texas will let her and her teeth are coming too. right now, they gently catch the very edge of one pussy lip, her lips pursing for a soft suckle, her hands fanning over texas's thighs in case she gets any bright ideas about rutting up into w's mouth. of course that won't do, w wants her spread wide to soak in these soft kisses she's pressing to those reddened, slick-shined lips, wants her to feel her huffing breath heating where it aches the most, and she's just cruel enough to watch her face the whole time. ]
But if I fuck you... [ she rolls out her tongue, licks just the smallest taste of slick from beneath that enticing hole. ] I'm gonna really have to give it to you and it definitely won't be pretty. You said it yourself, you need it rough.
[ ok texas didn't quite say that, sure. who cares. w likes the sound of herself saying it. if texas wants to call her on it, she's already eyeing up those thighs again, thinking maybe she should work on them a little more. maybe texas ought to be black and blue and polka-dotted all over.
it'd sound even hotter if texas DID say it. she walks her dainty fingers up the inside of texas's thigh, rubs the pads of them in that same careful circumference around a hole that looks hungrier and hungrier by the second. ]
Say it. [ she urges with a smirk. who needs that stupid magic wand? she could get off just on that wild look in texas's eyes, her cunt clenching just off the realization of how close to the edge she's driving poor texas. ] Tell me how bad you need it.
[ It's a fairly innocuous as far as confessions go, and yet -- Fuuta still wrinkles his nose the moment he hears the answer, lips curled in what's unmistakably a show of judgemental contempt. ]
Ugh, you're also a smoker? [ It's followed by a heavy sigh as Fuuta gets to his feet, squinting at the house of cards even as he continues muttering, ] Don't get what all you smokers get from that shit. You know it's just slowly killing you, right? And it smells gross. Even if you only smoke in smoking areas, that shit sticks to you -- it's nasty. It's a stupid, selfish habit.
[ He'd been assessing the cards during that little tirade, and Fuuta finally pauses his rambling to extract one of the uppermost cards, then flips it over to read out loud: ]
'Are you close with your family?' [ That promptly earns a grimace, and Fuuta doesn't hesitate a second before deadpanning: ] No. I get along okay with my old man and my sister, but we're not close. Your turn.
[ That flicker of honesty is what gets Kizuna to eventually calm and stop hassling him, though his arms continue to stay hooked low over Scott's shoulders. It's warm, and the slow leak of that receptiveness to his affection washes over his empathy, soft and sating. No matter how much Scott might try to shove it down, Kizuna feels it clear as day. Is that cheating? Maybe. But to not use his empathy feels like cordoning off the breadth of his heart, something he refuses to do.
With a hum, Kizuna ruffles his hair a little, long fingers carding through the strands. ]
I am, [ he bonks his forehead to his temple, minding the hold he has on his shades. ] perfectly sober. You're just too much for me to resist.
[ Laying it on thick, but more mellow this time. ]
I did mean what I said though. How are you feeling?
[ what look in my eyes? she'd ask, if she didn't know exactly what he was talking about. sometimes, she feels a little too seen by him—by the way he wields his sensitivity with a deadly accuracy that she has only started separating from the automatic association with a butterfly pinned to a display board. clorinde has spent her most recent years shrugging off attention and dodging scrutiny; it's a mantle she has yet to grow into despite the prestige her title affords. but her time at the resort has softened it slowly, enough that she no longer feels the prickle along her spine whenever kizuna peels her layers away.
in the still air of the beak, she breathes a huff of amusement. from one heartbeat to the next, five shots ring out in quick succession, bullets digging into the target behind him: two at his shoulders, two at the dip of his waist, and one dangerously close to his inner thigh. the bullets are thankfully rubber, but take a little bit of his suit with them, grazing his skin like an intimate touch. there's none of the harsh recoil she's used to from her own pistol; she's not entirely sure if it's a result of modern innovation or the fact that it's a prop, but there's no denying that it feels good. ]
And now? [ she pulls her arm back, the muzzle of the gun pointed towards the ceiling instead. ] Do you still trust me?
[ It doesn't cross his mind that he's dealing with a textbook tsundere here and sputtering and bristling is part of their love language. If Fuuta says he isn't mad, then he isn't mad, which means he isn't annoyed either. Everything is peachy keen here in Wulftown, so he's not gonna worry about it; the simplest of all creatures.
He does slap on his knees and return to a standing position, heading over to where the instant coffee is. ]
I've got it for ya, bro, just sit tight.
[ And while it's brewing, he's gonna mess with the watch again, and finally he figures it out. ]
... Says here I'm a wildcard, and hell yeah, I am! How'd they know that? Did we get kidnapped by some gods or something? That's hot. [ what does it mean when he calls himself a wildcard, the world may never know.. ]
[ definitely not the most elegant way she's cummed before, but then again she'd never done it nicely and basically never will.
the criminal hindbrain might slowly eventually pick itself back together to plot meticulous vicious vengeance on this sarkaz woman one day for humiliating her so badly. nevermind that she really doesn't have much in the way of pride and ego to speak of, but she can't be wrecked this bad and not pay her back so nicely for such a lovely experience. it'd be so ungrateful of her! but most of her right now is far too mindblown to think of much at all except bliss and... the sickening adoration towards someone who could crush her down this badly and hideously and perfectly. she leans heavily to w's leg, shivering helplessly through the aftershocks of orgasm, her cunt squeezing greedily around every broken edge of that knife inside her. it felt horrible, it feels so damn good. the bomb disintegrating in her mouth turning to ash that makes her cough and choke furiously, tears brimming and falling shamefully from her eyes. an entirely physical response and that's it. and the discomfort and pain of the particles in her throat just, even, feels that much worse--
it's so bad. she could struggle to hack and breathe through it. she practically came untouched, just from being fucked and gagged. even the humiliation of this practically sends another vicious thrill through her but she can't even moan through the coughing. through tears and streaks of ash in her mouth she struggles to parse w's demand and... maybe it's a good thing she's struggling instead of moaning like a whore when w yanks her hair.
coughing, and then wheezing a laugh. ]
Let me... catch my breath... a little... if you please. [ or well, she won't exactly complain if not. but even she needs a moment after being fucked this disgustingly. she coughs ash straight onto w's tights, actually, even while her cheek is pressed to a thigh with twisted puppy-like fondness.
oh gross. bad dog. she shouldn't be this down bad if she's wrecked, but it unfortunately or luckily happens so rarely or maybe never. that it happened just now this painfully is asking for trouble, to catch a sick beast's intrigue that could only spiral worse. ]
Then I suppose we're both learning as we go, [ Keita says, amused. ] I'm attempting to discover what I like, as well.
[ He understands intellectually that needing this much guidance probably makes him poor "dom" material, but Keita is no stranger to the play of control in certain sexual contexts. Admittedly mostly with men, but—well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there? ]
This is fine. Do you have any—rules, or expectations, or suchlike? Things you'd rather I don't do...
[ Likewise, Nehan isn't as affected as he should be. Or more aptly, this isn't the time and place to be affected. A hotel that steals its guests away, a lounge full of unknowns, a place he's had days rather than months to adjust to—a pair of eyes on him, searching. Broca seems earnest, but he's still a stranger. Intent can't be gauged out by a few seemingly bashful ear flicks.
So he scoots forward a little to do the deed as soon as he's given the opening, returning a studious gaze of his own, staid. Curious, at worst. ]
You're not bothered at all?
[ A silly, overdrawn slap to the neck is easier to deal with than a more intent touch, he thinks. He gently pushes his fingertips to Broca's sternum. Follows the outline of bone towards muscle, spreading out, tracing the direction of the sinew. ]
Have you been here that long, or is this just your nature?
[In their "batch" of guests dragged in. Seems everything started for this group around a year ago, December being the latest anyone really remembers being dragged in. Bakugo was from the middle group. For now. He doesn't begrudge anyone stuck in here; being kidnapped fucking sucks.
Swinging a pair of slacks off the rack, he drags them on over his skin, dealing with the uncomfortable feeling for the time being. A quick zip and button fastens them and he starts looking for something to wear up top. Something that doesn't look completely ridiculous.]
[he rubs idly at the back of his neck, just a touch self-conscious considering how easily she's taking this conversation in stride. boy, does he have catching up to do.
...it's fine. it's fine! gregor can fake it like a pro, nooo problem.]
It's just that-- that seemed like too easy of an answer! Fancy place like this, they must be expecting something different, something a little more, ah, creative than... everyone's done that!
[ he can be anything that lighter wants, if it keeps the explanations to a minimum. how does one go about saying that he is, in essence, a murderer? killer of hundreds of innocent ribika. a heartless monster whose only aim was to get revenge on the people that ended his happiness, putting one particular family in his sights, and if it meant ending an entire race to do it...
there was no other option in his heart, so.
leaks can feel those eyes. he turns his head slightly, unwilling to go any further. ]
If it will make it easier for you to accept, I can strike you.
[And this, maybe, is a testament to the time Rufus has already spent at the resort, and the evolution he's gone through himself in the months he's been here — the fact that Rude's refusal doesn't really come as a surprise, and he shakes his head slightly as if to motion for silence, relieving him of the obligation of finishing his stammered sentence.]
That's fine. I won't ask you to.
[But he doesn't step away from the arm around him, either, and surveys the room idly to make sure no one is within earshot to overhear them.]
But I do expect you to sort yourself out, once your registration goes through. Make connections and find someone you can tolerate for it. Understood?
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