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No, not this game, specifically. But I have played one similar.
[ earlier in her stay here, the thought of participating in little activities like this one would've been both humiliating and concerning. now, however, after a year's worth of debauchery, mona has accepted the lifestyle and the resort's peculiarities. perhaps ishmael can absorb some of her nonchalance; mona does just about shrug in response.
still, it would seem they... improved the dice this time around. she doesn't recall there being this many sides. hm. ]
So I guess games like these are that common here...
[ great, just great. kind of reminds her of the games they're forced to play back in la manchaland, but at least those bloodfiends aren't this raunchy. maybe. both places deal with thirst, after all.
she hesitates, before giving up with a sigh. ]
Yeah, go ahead. I'll get the hang of it after one round, hopefully.
however, after seemingly gathering herself, the woman in front of her does eventually agree. mona can't help but snort softly in return, amused despite herself. she then reaches for the dice and lifts her hand up for ishmael to see her closed palm. a little light shaking commences. ]
It is fairly straightforward. I would aim to complete the four. Chips are convenient here.
[ a toss. in a twist of fate, both die clatter onto the table and read out '9'. ]
[ chips. cards. rolling the dice. this world would've been something rodion would've thrived in. she'd be a lot less shameful about fucking around and finding out with utter randos too. but no, instead they brought in a stick-in-the-mud like ishmael instead, who's blinking wildly at the RNG results. ]
A-Already?
[ both die spell out lick nipple. the game just barely started and now she's being dared to show off her boobs? how absurd. rodya save me, etc. ]
This game doesn't pull any punches, does it. [ she huffs through her nose, readjusting her dress that suddenly feels way too tight on her. ] Are you going to hold it against me if I refuse?
yep, that sounds about right. in the last dice-oriented game mona played, she successfully avoided something silly or awkward, too. though, unlike dirty dice, that one only required a single roll... they have three more after this, don't they? good grief. ]
It doesn't, [ she agrees, releasing a soft sigh herself. sure, mona's used to it, but it doesn't make the situation any less challenging. ] We are fortunate the first roll wasn't unsavory.
[ she thinks the first roll wasn't unsavory? although, maybe she meant that it's tame compared to the other combinations they would've gotten. ishmael doubts that FONDLE ELBOW would've granted them any favors from the onlooking audience. ]
Yeah, I know. It's this place that's keeping me hostage.
[ but no use grousing over her current situation, at least for the moment. since she just rejected the dare, she's gonna have to work twice as hard to nail the preceeding ones down. she needs that pay-out as a newcomer, dammit. ]
All right, my turn. [ just going to grab the die, give them a couple of shakes, and toss them down. ta-da, a 4 and a 7. ]
Suck neck. [ she swallows. wow. once again, already? ] That fine with you?
[ that would be it. one unfortunate toss of the dice and they'd be met with a result truly absurd, like sniffing something... indecent. rejecting the roll is always an option, however. though, it isn't nearly as disadvantageous for mona to refuse than it is ishmael. new arrivals do need to start building funds; mona already has a healthy stash of chips due to her own endeavors.
anyway, her current game partner is right on another thing, too. they're trapped here. ]
Then, from one hostage to another, I do hope you roll satisfactorily.
[ and there it goes. this won't be requiring any clothes being removed. ]
...Hmm. [ mona unconsciously touches her neck, and then gives a nod. ] That's fine. I don't mind.
[ that's right. this woman must've been forced to do these games for a while now. just because one is used to such affairs does not mean they have to like it. especially right now, when mona is about to be kissed by someone who she barely knows, someone who literally just got here.
nothing ishmael can do about that now. that's that, and this is this. ]
Okay, then. Give me a moment.
[ she stands up from her seat and moves over to mona's side. hope she doesn't mind it if ishmael moves her hair aside to expose her neck, pausing in slight hesitation before leaning in to press her lips onto the crook of the other woman's neck, a small kiss before biting in and suck deep enough to leave a mark. \
as always, ishmael is rather efficient to a fault, even in times like these; the last thing she wants is to do it all again if she somehow impresses the onlookers and mona herself. ]
[ truthfully, despite the know-all air mona puts on, she still does get embarrassed. that can be said now, her head moving somewhat to the side to allow ishmael closer proximity to the slender curve of her neck. she's anticipating the other woman's touch so intently that she accidentally shivers from the brush of her own hair.
her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
[ it's not until she pulls away and hearing mona's flirty quip that ishmael realizes that -- she just did that. she really just leaned in and left a hickey on an unfamiliar woman's neck like she's done it before when in actuality, she doesn't remember the last time she did something that intimate. her first tryst might as well have been forgettable, a little experiment just to feel something at the time (read: she did not feel anything). but now...
well, it's still more or less the same. they're still strangers at the end of the day, after all. yet a slight blush can't help but blossom across her seemingly neutral expression anyway. seems that a hardened (former) sailor is also not immune to such frivolities. ]
Don't mention it. Seriously. [ clears throat. ahem. ] Shall we proceed?
[ good, good. ishmael completed one task already. mona will see the blemish tomorrow, but by then, she will likely be too exhausted from all the activity the prior day that she won't be too fussed. perhaps a fresh, steaming cup of tea and a pleasant breakfast will be at the forefront of her mind.
(this is a lie. nothing is more embarrassing than seeing remnants of a tryst.) ]
I will roll for us. [ mona retrieves the dice, and then lightly tosses them onto the table. the result is— ] ...I see.
No, I don't think you have to. [ that sure is an ishmael ass she's looking at. not only that, this woman is taller then her, so mona feels like a lecher staring from down here. this is a first for her. ] I'll be quick.
[ alright. let's just...
she stands up to join ishmael's side, pauses briefly, and then reaches out to close her fingers around a bit of tush.
[ okay whew because she wasn't wearing a dress and it'd be weird even for this place if she just starts stripping off her pants for something as benign as pinching asses.
she just stands there, unfeeling, before canting her head to her side. ]
[ listen, mona is a catalyst user and all of her combat skills are strictly magic-based. she doesn't have a lot of arm strength! but maybe she should start building up some. there are a few... activities that could benefit from it.
cough. anyways. ]
It must count or I won't win this round, you know.
[ due to ishmael refusing the initial round, winning this one will amount in two wins. mona will succeed! in fact, she's already scrunching up her face in her determination, reaching out with a surer hand than before.
...and rather than only taking a small amount of booty between her fingers, mona opts for pinching that entire stretch of pale, freckly skin. PINCH. ]
[ OKAY NOW IT HURTS it's enough to get ishmael to jump slightly, at least. ]
Ow, okay, I get it! My bad for underestimating you...
[ her poor tush... she rubs at it with her hand before sitting down. at least it doesn't hurt too much like this. her pain tolerance may be rather high due to the hundred of times she's died under limbus company's employ, but still. ]
Anyway, it's my turn, right?
[ she gives the dice a good shake and lets it go. a 5 and a 2. im on mobile so please trust me 🥺 ]
[ mona resumes her seat as ishmael does, her hands coming forward to rest patiently in her lap as she awaits the next toss of the dice. everything has been going well so far, so she's in high hopes that there will be a win coming up within the next handful of rounds. though, maybe it's bad luck to be anticipating a hefty sum of chips; mona is nothing but cautious of the sharp veers fate can take.
when the dice clatters to a still and the result is visible, her cheeks swell. ]
I won't stop you. At the very least, my thighs can be considered a charm point.
[ well, this prompt is tame enough. no room for petty revenge here. ishmael is going to get right into it, placing her hand on mona's thigh and gently sliding her fingers up and down, her palm coarse and rough to the touch. ]
[ rather than soft, smooth skin, these hands are relatively worn. they cause a bit of friction as ishmael gropes her thigh, callouses rough and uneven. mona doesn't particularly mind; she can discern that this woman has done some handiwork. ]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Ishmael. [ yes, even despite the unusual circumstances. ] I am Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona.
[ unlike ishmael's nonchalant shrug, she proudly squares her shoulders. ]
[ it's a pleasure, quite literally. ishmael pulls her worn-out hand from mona's thigh and just... keeps them to herself for now. she's going to need a bit of an intermission before they proceed, especially when mona mentions something very much unfamiliar to her. ]
[ said succinctly, like it's the most obvious thing in the world: ]
Of course.
[ and to mona, it is.
she resettles in her chair now that ishmael has taken a step back, one leg crossing over the other as she coolly brushes back her pigtail. should it not be obvious already, this topic has reinforced mona's prideful nature, visibly expecting awe. ]
[ should ishmael be impressed? because she just blinks slowly at mona's showboating like she's seen it all before. confidence is well and good and all, but after everything she went through in the Great Lake, she's decided that she don't trust like that. at least not right away, when she's still very much new here. ]
Does that mean you knew we were going to be paired up for this?
[ ...is what she says, sure. however, mona follows it up with some cheekiness. ]
Though, it is something I've considered doing before.
[ predicting her partner, the rolls, the winner—they're all within her capabilities. it isn't really gambling if you can predict the future. but mona does not want to start off on the wrong foot... even if she's been scolded for using her power without permission once before. ]
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dirty dice
[ earlier in her stay here, the thought of participating in little activities like this one would've been both humiliating and concerning. now, however, after a year's worth of debauchery, mona has accepted the lifestyle and the resort's peculiarities. perhaps ishmael can absorb some of her nonchalance; mona does just about shrug in response.
still, it would seem they... improved the dice this time around. she doesn't recall there being this many sides. hm. ]
Would you rather I take the lead?
[ how gracious of her. ]
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[ great, just great. kind of reminds her of the games they're forced to play back in la manchaland, but at least those bloodfiends aren't this raunchy. maybe. both places deal with thirst, after all.
she hesitates, before giving up with a sigh. ]
Yeah, go ahead. I'll get the hang of it after one round, hopefully.
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however, after seemingly gathering herself, the woman in front of her does eventually agree. mona can't help but snort softly in return, amused despite herself. she then reaches for the dice and lifts her hand up for ishmael to see her closed palm. a little light shaking commences. ]
It is fairly straightforward. I would aim to complete the four. Chips are convenient here.
[ a toss. in a twist of fate, both die clatter onto the table and read out '9'. ]
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A-Already?
[ both die spell out lick nipple. the game just barely started and now she's being dared to show off her boobs? how absurd. rodya save me, etc. ]
This game doesn't pull any punches, does it. [ she huffs through her nose, readjusting her dress that suddenly feels way too tight on her. ] Are you going to hold it against me if I refuse?
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yep, that sounds about right. in the last dice-oriented game mona played, she successfully avoided something silly or awkward, too. though, unlike dirty dice, that one only required a single roll... they have three more after this, don't they? good grief. ]
It doesn't, [ she agrees, releasing a soft sigh herself. sure, mona's used to it, but it doesn't make the situation any less challenging. ] We are fortunate the first roll wasn't unsavory.
[ mona then shakes her head. ]
And of course not. You're no hostage of mine.
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Yeah, I know. It's this place that's keeping me hostage.
[ but no use grousing over her current situation, at least for the moment. since she just rejected the dare, she's gonna have to work twice as hard to nail the preceeding ones down. she needs that pay-out as a newcomer, dammit. ]
All right, my turn. [ just going to grab the die, give them a couple of shakes, and toss them down. ta-da, a 4 and a 7. ]
Suck neck. [ she swallows. wow. once again, already? ] That fine with you?
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anyway, her current game partner is right on another thing, too. they're trapped here. ]
Then, from one hostage to another, I do hope you roll satisfactorily.
[ and there it goes. this won't be requiring any clothes being removed. ]
...Hmm. [ mona unconsciously touches her neck, and then gives a nod. ] That's fine. I don't mind.
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nothing ishmael can do about that now. that's that, and this is this. ]
Okay, then. Give me a moment.
[ she stands up from her seat and moves over to mona's side. hope she doesn't mind it if ishmael moves her hair aside to expose her neck, pausing in slight hesitation before leaning in to press her lips onto the crook of the other woman's neck, a small kiss before biting in and suck deep enough to leave a mark. \
as always, ishmael is rather efficient to a fault, even in times like these; the last thing she wants is to do it all again if she somehow impresses the onlookers and mona herself. ]
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her eyes briefly close as ishmael leans in, and then... soft lips. they're felt for only a moment before they're quickly joined by enamel, a firm, slightly slick bite taking place.
mona's brows furrow, but she endures it. this is fine. ignore the blush. ]
...I suppose I will be reminded of you in the morning.
[ her attempt at a little joke. ]
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well, it's still more or less the same. they're still strangers at the end of the day, after all. yet a slight blush can't help but blossom across her seemingly neutral expression anyway. seems that a hardened (former) sailor is also not immune to such frivolities. ]
Don't mention it. Seriously. [ clears throat. ahem. ] Shall we proceed?
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[ good, good. ishmael completed one task already. mona will see the blemish tomorrow, but by then, she will likely be too exhausted from all the activity the prior day that she won't be too fussed. perhaps a fresh, steaming cup of tea and a pleasant breakfast will be at the forefront of her mind.
(this is a lie. nothing is more embarrassing than seeing remnants of a tryst.) ]
I will roll for us. [ mona retrieves the dice, and then lightly tosses them onto the table. the result is— ] ...I see.
[ PINCH ASS ]
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🧍♂️
no, seriously. she's going to turn her back on mona, and: ]
Do I have to expose my ass for this?
[ THIS IS SO STUPID, SIS........... ]
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No, I don't think you have to. [ that sure is an ishmael ass she's looking at. not only that, this woman is taller then her, so mona feels like a lecher staring from down here. this is a first for her. ] I'll be quick.
[ alright. let's just...
she stands up to join ishmael's side, pauses briefly, and then reaches out to close her fingers around a bit of tush.
piiiiiinch. ]
Th-That should do, right?
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she just stands there, unfeeling, before canting her head to her side. ]
...You call that a pinch?
[ help ]
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Was it not enough? Should I try again?
[ listen, mona is a catalyst user and all of her combat skills are strictly magic-based. she doesn't have a lot of arm strength! but maybe she should start building up some. there are a few... activities that could benefit from it.
cough. anyways. ]
It must count or I won't win this round, you know.
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[ did she really stall mona there just so she herself can take this round after turning down the nipple prompt from earlier? probably. ]
You just... need to put more pressure into it, is all. Here, I'll give you another shot.
[ look, she's even going to pull down her pants a bit there so that her buttcheek is peeking through. make it hurt, okay. ]
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[ due to ishmael refusing the initial round, winning this one will amount in two wins. mona will succeed! in fact, she's already scrunching up her face in her determination, reaching out with a surer hand than before.
...and rather than only taking a small amount of booty between her fingers, mona opts for pinching that entire stretch of pale, freckly skin. PINCH. ]
I do hope you don't bruise easily.
[ oh, dear. ]
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Ow, okay, I get it! My bad for underestimating you...
[ her poor tush... she rubs at it with her hand before sitting down. at least it doesn't hurt too much like this. her pain tolerance may be rather high due to the hundred of times she's died under limbus company's employ, but still. ]
Anyway, it's my turn, right?
[ she gives the dice a good shake and lets it go. a 5 and a 2. im on mobile so please trust me 🥺 ]
...Oh. [ her petty revenge incoming? ]
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[ mona resumes her seat as ishmael does, her hands coming forward to rest patiently in her lap as she awaits the next toss of the dice. everything has been going well so far, so she's in high hopes that there will be a win coming up within the next handful of rounds. though, maybe it's bad luck to be anticipating a hefty sum of chips; mona is nothing but cautious of the sharp veers fate can take.
when the dice clatters to a still and the result is visible, her cheeks swell. ]
I won't stop you. At the very least, my thighs can be considered a charm point.
[ thick thighs save lives..... ]
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This doesn't seem bad, at least.
[ a shrug. ]
Call me Ishmael, by the way. I just got here.
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It is a pleasure to meet you, Ishmael. [ yes, even despite the unusual circumstances. ] I am Mona Megistus, meaning the Great Astrologist Mona.
[ unlike ishmael's nonchalant shrug, she proudly squares her shoulders. ]
Divination through hydromancy is my specialty.
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Divination? You mean you can predict the future?
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Of course.
[ and to mona, it is.
she resettles in her chair now that ishmael has taken a step back, one leg crossing over the other as she coolly brushes back her pigtail. should it not be obvious already, this topic has reinforced mona's prideful nature, visibly expecting awe. ]
That is precisely what I can do.
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[ should ishmael be impressed? because she just blinks slowly at mona's showboating like she's seen it all before. confidence is well and good and all, but after everything she went through in the Great Lake, she's decided that she don't trust like that. at least not right away, when she's still very much new here. ]
Does that mean you knew we were going to be paired up for this?
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[ ...is what she says, sure. however, mona follows it up with some cheekiness. ]
Though, it is something I've considered doing before.
[ predicting her partner, the rolls, the winner—they're all within her capabilities. it isn't really gambling if you can predict the future. but mona does not want to start off on the wrong foot... even if she's been scolded for using her power without permission once before. ]
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permission to use her powers, milord?? i'll rng but you know
YES let her cook
yessss let's do this
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i rigged this one......... i'm sorry ishy you have to lose
SHE LOST THE CLASH........ falls onto my knees
IT'S SO OVER......... or is it....?
for now... 🎀