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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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[ Standing in front of the sex toy roulette wheel, Keita furrows his brow and considers the various options. Unlike dice and lightning, a roulette wheel isn't truly random, but there are so many possible futures, all of them equally likely—it makes it nearly impossible for him to evaluate and determine which is most likely to come true.
Ordinarily, this sort of uncertainty would make Keita turn his back and walk away. And to be honest there is a part of him that wants to even now, to just remove himself from this potentially extremely awkward scenario before it has a chance to actually be awkward. But he's trying, these days. He's trying to be more social, to get to know people, to be less prudish about the whole conceit of this place (a hilarious concept indeed given Keita's own proclivities, but it is what it is).
So instead of walking away, Keita just sighs and, after a moment, turns to a nearby fellow onlooker to say, ]
Would you like some moral support in this endeavor? Or, perhaps more honestly, would you mind being mine?
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[ ooc: hello i guess i cant say no to a tdm even though i'm going to be on a business trip for the next 2 weeks and also on hiatus in february lmao... tag at your own risk!! i will definitely tag back, just less quickly than i usually do!!
as always, feel free to wildcard anything that seems appealing to you, and hit me up by pm or at maehwa if you want to plot! ]
[ This time, he's naked when he comes to — nothing wrong with that, he's immensely pleased with his own naked body — and he's not alone, which puts this awakening experience in the upper echelon of depetrification processes, of which there are currently two. He looks down from his plinth, blinks. His head feels crowded and afloat, like he's read several books in a very short time. It's a very dreamy experience. (He's a bit chilly, but that is a problem that will take care of itself in time, he's sure.)
Ah, he knows this person. His brain sorts through 8 different names flung at him from suddenly defrosted filing cabinets, hits the correct one with the force of an angry drill sergeant telling him to watch his six, again, or else you will die, you little fool. ]
Hello, Keita.
[ A smile, still goofy and blurry with sleep. He's awake, he knows, but the fact that he's probably been away for a long while hasn't quite occurred to him yet... ]
[ As with the process of losing someone to the statue hall, Keita's foresight is no help at all when it comes to someone turning back into a person. As a result it's with his body and not his mind that he experiences the moment Midnight turns back to himself, the shock of cold stone turning once more into warm skin. Familiar, beloved. Keita looks up from the book he's been reading and takes in the lines of Midnight's body, sees those filigree futures in which Midnight calls him by the wrong name, and then laughs, warm and affectionate when he chooses the right one. ]
Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
I've missed you. Every time I close my eyes, I miss you terribly.
[ Midnight readjusts, wrapping an arm around Keita's waist to hold him steady and kissing him on the temple, skin already warming from the close contact. He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes in. Lemons and summer...
... But his mind is deceptively current, bound to finding the particular details of reality. Grounded in spite of his best efforts. His mind slowly falls together, pieces fitting together like seafoam, like hand in hand. ]
Was I away again? How long...?
[ Because he's been all kinds of disoriented in his life, but this one is very particular. He remembers much of it, yet very little... He remembers words floating in and out of his consciousness, filled with love. ]
[ Everything feels a bit easier to bear when Midnight puts his arms around Keita in turn. It pulls a quiet breath from him, a release of tension, and after a moment Keita pulls back again so he can look up into Midnight's face, examining him as if re-learning every line. Midnight as a statue was handsome, of course, but no stone could ever manage to capture the vivacity of his living expressions. ]
You were, [ Keita says. ] About the same as last time. Six or seven weeks.
[ The fingertips of the arm still wrapped around Midnight's waist make a slow trip up the topography of his spine, relishing how warm he feels under the touch. ]
But I must say, your posture was much more forgiving this time, [ Keita adds after a moment. He laughs softly, and he means it. ] It was easy to sit in your lap.
Mm. I've six to seven weeks of love debt to pay, then. I love you.
[ With Keita's eyes so full of joy and love, how does Midnight resist bowing his head to kiss him? He does so gently, without artifice, enjoying Keita's sweetness, his warmth. Bumps form and Midnight shivers under Keita's touch. He's always so eager with Keita, just a little too in love with him... ]
I like having you on my lap, though I do apologize for the stiffness of your seat for the last few months. Thank you for bearing with it... Mm. Let me hold you here a bit longer.
[ As he continues to enjoy holding Keita's body, warm and tucked against his, Midnight's eyes fall on the book Keita set aside. His heart warms, so sweet he might burst. Whenever he was unwell.. Keita kept his promise, didn't he? ]
[ The glitz and glam was fun for the first (insert nebulous amount of time here), but it appears that even Hilda has a limit to the bright lights and constant indulgence that the casino seems hell bent on making them enjoy.
The dazed stare that she gives the roulette wheel in front of her has more to do with the fatigue settling in than being baffled by the game in front of her; she's spent enough time in the casino in an attempt to earn a payout by other means. Much like Keita however, roulette leaves a little too much up to chance and she doesn't think her luck extends quite that far. So when someone addresses her drawing her from her thoughts she can understand how it might come across as someone being hesitant of the game before them.
Without missing a beat she flashes him a grin. ]
Well when you ask so kindly like that how could I say no? Have you played before?
[ It's a relief, that the woman next to him seems willing. These things are much more easily faced when someone else is facing them with you, in his experience, even accounting for the mild awkwardness of doing it with a stranger. ]
I've played roulette before, but never... like this, [ Keita says with a slight wave of his hand that indicates like the sexy version. ] But I recall there being a similar game some months ago.
[ He pauses briefly, and then, deciding that it would be unkind of him not to ensure that Hilda is fully informed (in case she isn't already), Keita takes a breath and adds, ]
I think it's quite likely that should we win a "prize," we'll be asked to use them on each other. I understand if that's too much to ask.
[ In normal circumstances she'd normally approach situations like this with far more discretion than she's currently displaying. But this entire place isn't exactly a normal circumstance. Which is why she understands the sentiment of finding things like this easier to tackle with someone who is both willing and in the same boat. ]
At least one of us have played. It's a little too up to chance for my tastes.
[ But she does recall what he's referring to. And as for his assumption, well. A bit of a wry expression flits across her face. ]
That does sound a lot like the House. [ But they're in it now, aren't they? ] Want to get introductions out of the way before anything untoward happens? Or would it be easier without?
[ Well, the normal kind, anyway. For a man who can see the future, things that are entirely up to chance—like lightning and dice—are made all the more exciting by the novelty of being unpredictable.
Of course, usually dice don't involve a sex toy as a prize. The prospect is made easier to face with a like-minded friend, though, so Keita offers a smile of both reassurance and appreciation. ]
My name is Keita Mori, [ he says, which should answer her question. ] Would it be too on-the-nose if I were to say it's a "pleasure" to meet you?
[ That they don't share the same proclivity for chance doesn't seem to bother her. If anything that seems to make her lips curl a little more, apparently pleased to hear that that's the case. ]
Then at least one of us will enjoy this part of the experience.
[ The silly joke manages to chip away at some of the tension that she had been holding between her shoulder blades and it's here that she can't help but groan - though it's so mixed in with her laugh that it may as well be the latter. In response she steps up beside him to slip an arm through his so she can look up at him. ]
Considering the circumstances, I'd say no. Hilda Goneril; the pleasure will...hopefully be both of ours.
[ She tilts her head towards him and the dealer before the ball is released, spinning rapidly around the wheel. ]
[ As far as Keita can tell, the woman next to him was exactly the right choice for a partner in sex roulette moral support: seemingly without shame or, critically, inhibition around the concept of casual sex, she reaches straight for the lever and pulls it before Keita even has a chance to respond.
So pretty much his polar opposite in terms of attitude, but maybe that's the impetus he needs to start letting go of some of his particularly Victorian hangups. ]
Ankle cuffs... [ Keita examines the result, then glances at Zeera, then glances back to the roulette wheel. ] I'll wear them if you like, or I can try my own hand.
[ Zeera glances at him, weighing her options, and what she's done already at this party. The most fun option should be... ]
Nah, I had my turn as a dom already. I'll wear 'em.
[ Shame and sexual inhibition are foreign concepts to Zeera, as expressed by her taking her pants off just now. No point playing around with sex toys while fully dressed, now, is there?
In matching white bra and panties, Zeera heads over to a nearby couch to sit down and cuff her ankles. The cuffs are joined by a bar that keeps her ankles from being closer than a couple feet apart, so when she pulls her feet up onto the couch, her legs spread invitingly. ]
[ Oh, and there she goes! Briefly, Keita averts his gaze, but quickly returns it, both because of his earlier resolution and because he assumes that if Zeera minded being looked at, she wouldn't take her clothes off in front of him.
That said, though—it seems that the gaps between their respective knowledge is not so easily overcome. Keita steps forward, moving toward the couch where Zeera has seated herself, but pauses before taking any further action so he can ask, ]
Sorry, your turn as a what? [ Local man hails from literally 1884, before BDSM was invented. ] Let me be clear that I'm not unwilling, but I think I may need a bit more guidance, or at least a general direction.
[ Willing to learn! Just needs a starting point. ]
[ 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?
[Normally, the House's endeavors struck him as too time-intensive to ever scam. Whether it be scavenger hunts, in-depth feelings sharing, it usually meant too long dealing with any particular person and Aak was able to resist the siren's call of gambling. Here, though, with the promise of accumulating as many toys as he could get his grubby little hands on, for free, the House finally has him with an idea.]
[So, here he is, with a literal arm-full of toys. They're not won (yet) but he's confident in his ability to use them before the time is up. Provided, of course, he doesn't lose them. A ball gag slips from his armful and clacks against the ground as he turns to a familiar voice.]
Oh! [recognition, followed by a cheery look,]
Hehe, taking part in a less traditional festival, huh? [Aak's tail swishes while he ignores the fact something in the mess of items he's holding starts buzzing. It's clear, with absolutely no need to read the future, the Feline's probably going to end up on the bad side of the House.]
Go ahead and spin! Treat yourself to something. I mean, I guess, [he shrugs, barely keeping a pair of handcuffs from sliding over his arm,] you could pick something but it's the spin that's fun, ain't it?
[ Aak cuts a familiar figure, even with his arms uncommonly full of sex toys, and Keita finds himself glad to see the other despite the strangeness of the circumstances. He bends to retrieve the ball gag from where it's fallen on the floor, then reaches to balance it precisely atop another item (he's not even sure what that one is), in such a way that it's unlikely to fall again. He can't necessarily guarantee the same for the handcuffs, though. ]
Hello, Aak. [ How strange, to think that the last they saw of each other was half a year ago already? Time seems to move quickly in this place. ] I thought it was about time I start making an effort, I suppose. Although I admit I've quickly found myself in over my head.
[ Like, Keita has for real never seen anal beads before in his life. ]
Is that what you've been up to? Treating yourself?
[ At the suggestion, and happy to treat Aak as moral support even if he technically hadn't agreed to it, Keita does turn so he can spin the roulette wheel. It spins for a long moment, slows, and finally settles on the number 28, for which Keita is rewarded with a riding crop for his troubles. He lifts it, examines it, and then snaps it in the air with an efficiency that belies, if not an experience with BDSM, then at least experience using them for their intended purpose on hunting horses. ]
Do people really bring this sort of thing to the bedroom?
[Aak's smile stays nice and curved as Keita helps him with his hoard of toys. There's something very funny to him about the idea of making an effort at this point. As someone who had jumped into the deep end and watched people suffer humiliation for trying to avoid the house's shenanigans... it just tickled him to consider Keita metaphorically rolling up his sleeves to go for it. It was a tone and cadence that matched the idea of picking up gardening and not a pile of sex toys.]
It's admirable to take a first step, [he says, with only a bit of his amusement lingering on the words]
Ah, but yea! This whole thing's a steal, isn't it? All you have to do it use 'em with someone and you keep them!
[his tail swishes again, watching the ball clack along the ridges of the roulette wheel. Admittedly, some of the things he had gotten in his rampant spins were pretty weird. For everything that was easy and obvious there was a cucumber. Or an electric toothbrush. He was confident to make them work one way or another but did the house really consider that kind of half-assed sex toy sexy...?]
[With absolutely no experience, the riding crop Keita's awarded with seems on the obvious side.]
Some people get off on hurtin' people. [An extremely simplified view of the complicated kink of sadomasochism.] I know at least one guy, he aaaa~lways gets more excited if I scratch or bite too hard. So it's like that, probably.
I see... [ Keita snaps the riding crop again, thoughtfully. ] I suppose I can understand that. I enjoy being bitten, myself.
[ TMI? Maybe. He's trying to go with the flow of things, to second-guess himself less, to stop allowing his general shyness to get in the way of his ambitions in this place. But from what Keita understands of Aak, he doubts the other will be particularly put off by one little revelation about Keita's tastes.
After a second, he returns his gaze to the toys in Aak's arms, brow furrowed, and then asks, ] That must mean you're going to be on the hunt for a number of partners, then. Or one partner with considerable stamina.
[ Or maybe Aak has already used all these toys with partners and that's why he's keeping them all? How impressive of him. ]
[It's certainly information that makes Aak's eyes light up. That sort of thing was practically an invitation, wasn't it? Biting was simple, though, really something to mix with any of the implements. He can't get too distracted! He has to keep his eyes on the prize!]
I figure anyone'll do. [that was his whole thought when he undertook the spins,]
And, y'know, I can give them stamina if I really gotta. [he smiles knowingly, even though he never actually spoke much with Keita about his concoctions or potions. He's too used to his reputation preceding him.]
You got someone in mind for yours? Or should we trade one for one?
[ Seimei is happy to at least see Keita, who honestly is a welcome familiarity after being rushed to the party by the House's invisible hands. It's always difficult for them to be volunteered to participate in the resort's games. But at least Keita is someone that he enjoys being around, and that sweetens the situation quite a bit. The onmyouji smiles as he walks up to find the man deliberating over the roulette wheel. His fox ears and tails are visible as he comes closer, grinning carelessly at the game. ]
Do you think we have a chance of winning? It's a little bit exciting, isn't it? Not knowing what will come next.
[ Keita's smile in answer dawns across his expression, bright as the sunrise. There are few in front of whom he allows himself such unrestrained expressions of emotion, but Keita trusts Seimei deeply—he has shown Seimei parts of himself that no one else has ever known. It's difficult not to be delighted to see him. ]
That is rather the appeal of it, I would say. The excitement of the truly unknown.
[ A difficult thing for Keita to find genuinely, though. He wouldn't really say that the roulette counts as randomness, but it's close enough for hand grenades. As Seimei approaches, he lifts a hand to touch the edge of one softly-furred ear, then murmurs, ] I like the way these look on you.
[ Out in the open, he means. Not hidden behind the glamour that Seimei had worn for the first several months of their acquaintance. ]
[ Keita is quiet, maybe unsure of his own natural ability that he wears without thinking. He's magnetic in his willingness to explore and try new things, brightening up the room with a simple, genuine appreciation for experiences. It's the kind of curiosity that fuels Seimei's excitement and makes his heart beat quicker, wanting to see just how far Keita will go with him. It's selfish, he knows that, but he still wants to pull the other man deeper into the world of magic. Keita can't possibly know how that fond touch, gracefully brushing one of his ears, almost has the fox wanting to reach out and wrap Keita up in a thread of magic and carry him away right there.
But they have a game to play, so instead Seimei sighs into the gesture and waves his hand gently to brush the feeling off. ]
Shouldn't you be afraid? I might get carried away and eat you.
[ Which Keita is free to take in any way he likes, according to the grin Seimei gives him. He still wonders if it's better to tuck himself away into the folds of a normal human, someone unextraordinary and easy to overlook. But with Keita's eyes on him, Seimei moves forward and wraps himself around the other man, leaving a playful kiss on his lips like a whisper before he moves back to take a turn spinning the roulette wheel. ]
I'm holding you to that, Keita-kun. You promise to play with me even if we don't get a big prize.
[ He doesn't wait for an answer before giving the wheel a turn. As it spins, Seimei hums to himself, singing a tune that can only be heard by himself and Keita. If the notes send a sensation of warm hands running up Keita's sides beneath his clothes and pull him into a phantom embrace with Seimei's breath at his ear, it's not noticed by anyone around them. The wheel slows and then eventually the needle lands on it's reward. Not the insta-prize, sadly, but the fleshlight. ]
Ah. Well, I guess my luck isn't as good as yours. Would you like to try instead? Maybe you'll really become my king.
[ It's becoming something of a ritual for them, Keita thinks—Seimei saying something silly and self-deprecating, and Keita smiling and reminding him that he finds Seimei absolutely wonderful regardless. There's a familiarity to the back-and-forth that sets him at ease, even if he does wish that Seimei would come to believe him one of these days. ]
I can't imagine ever being afraid of you, [ he says in return, pinching the tip of Seimei's ear before letting his hand drop again. ] And being eaten by you would hardly be objectionable.
[ It speaks to Keita's affection for Seimei, too, that he doesn't even look too abashed about saying something so openly erotic. Or at least he intended it to be so, although as ever, Keita's sense of the erotic is several decades behind most and he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't quite land.
His thoughts are distracted from their conversation entirely when he feels the sensation of magical phantom hands caressing the sensitive skin below his waistcoat. The touch is a familiar one, very nearly just like Seimei's, and isn't alarming, but it does make it difficult for Keita to focus on their game. ]
Is there a crown among the possible prizes?
[ A wry question, before Keita pats Seimei's butt and moves forward to pull the roulette wheel for himself. It spins, clatters... and lands on a 2, for which Keita is offered the rousing prize of a bottle of chocolate syrup. He looks at it for a moment, then back up at Seimei with a furrow of disbelief between his brows. ]
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keita mori | the watchmaker of filigree street
SEX TOY ROULETTE
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Ah, he knows this person. His brain sorts through 8 different names flung at him from suddenly defrosted filing cabinets, hits the correct one with the force of an angry drill sergeant telling him to watch his six, again, or else you will die, you little fool. ]
Hello, Keita.
[ A smile, still goofy and blurry with sleep. He's awake, he knows, but the fact that he's probably been away for a long while hasn't quite occurred to him yet... ]
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Hello, Midnight.
[ The sight of him aches down to Keita's core, but the ache is pleasant, a reminder of how well Keita loves this man. Midnight's return had never been a guarantee, not the first time and not now, and Keita recognizes that he is unbearably, unbelievably lucky to have been granted not only a second chance but a third as well.
He folds a bookmark between the pages of the book he'd been reading aloud and sets it to the side, and then with as much restraint as he can manage (which isn't much), Keita turns to press his face directly into the curve of Midnight's shoulder, now made welcoming again instead of the unforgiving chill of stone. One hand rests on Midnight's chest, and the other wraps around his back, holding him as close as Keita can manage without getting out of his lap. ]
...I've missed you.
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[ Midnight readjusts, wrapping an arm around Keita's waist to hold him steady and kissing him on the temple, skin already warming from the close contact. He smiles, closes his eyes, and breathes in. Lemons and summer...
... But his mind is deceptively current, bound to finding the particular details of reality. Grounded in spite of his best efforts. His mind slowly falls together, pieces fitting together like seafoam, like hand in hand. ]
Was I away again? How long...?
[ Because he's been all kinds of disoriented in his life, but this one is very particular. He remembers much of it, yet very little... He remembers words floating in and out of his consciousness, filled with love. ]
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You were, [ Keita says. ] About the same as last time. Six or seven weeks.
[ The fingertips of the arm still wrapped around Midnight's waist make a slow trip up the topography of his spine, relishing how warm he feels under the touch. ]
But I must say, your posture was much more forgiving this time, [ Keita adds after a moment. He laughs softly, and he means it. ] It was easy to sit in your lap.
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[ With Keita's eyes so full of joy and love, how does Midnight resist bowing his head to kiss him? He does so gently, without artifice, enjoying Keita's sweetness, his warmth. Bumps form and Midnight shivers under Keita's touch. He's always so eager with Keita, just a little too in love with him... ]
I like having you on my lap, though I do apologize for the stiffness of your seat for the last few months. Thank you for bearing with it... Mm. Let me hold you here a bit longer.
[ As he continues to enjoy holding Keita's body, warm and tucked against his, Midnight's eyes fall on the book Keita set aside. His heart warms, so sweet he might burst. Whenever he was unwell.. Keita kept his promise, didn't he? ]
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sex toy roulette!
The dazed stare that she gives the roulette wheel in front of her has more to do with the fatigue settling in than being baffled by the game in front of her; she's spent enough time in the casino in an attempt to earn a payout by other means. Much like Keita however, roulette leaves a little too much up to chance and she doesn't think her luck extends quite that far. So when someone addresses her drawing her from her thoughts she can understand how it might come across as someone being hesitant of the game before them.
Without missing a beat she flashes him a grin. ]
Well when you ask so kindly like that how could I say no? Have you played before?
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I've played roulette before, but never... like this, [ Keita says with a slight wave of his hand that indicates like the sexy version. ] But I recall there being a similar game some months ago.
[ He pauses briefly, and then, deciding that it would be unkind of him not to ensure that Hilda is fully informed (in case she isn't already), Keita takes a breath and adds, ]
I think it's quite likely that should we win a "prize," we'll be asked to use them on each other. I understand if that's too much to ask.
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At least one of us have played. It's a little too up to chance for my tastes.
[ But she does recall what he's referring to. And as for his assumption, well. A bit of a wry expression flits across her face. ]
That does sound a lot like the House. [ But they're in it now, aren't they? ] Want to get introductions out of the way before anything untoward happens? Or would it be easier without?
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[ Well, the normal kind, anyway. For a man who can see the future, things that are entirely up to chance—like lightning and dice—are made all the more exciting by the novelty of being unpredictable.
Of course, usually dice don't involve a sex toy as a prize. The prospect is made easier to face with a like-minded friend, though, so Keita offers a smile of both reassurance and appreciation. ]
My name is Keita Mori, [ he says, which should answer her question. ] Would it be too on-the-nose if I were to say it's a "pleasure" to meet you?
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Then at least one of us will enjoy this part of the experience.
[ The silly joke manages to chip away at some of the tension that she had been holding between her shoulder blades and it's here that she can't help but groan - though it's so mixed in with her laugh that it may as well be the latter. In response she steps up beside him to slip an arm through his so she can look up at him. ]
Considering the circumstances, I'd say no. Hilda Goneril; the pleasure will...hopefully be both of ours.
[ She tilts her head towards him and the dealer before the ball is released, spinning rapidly around the wheel. ]
Any guesses on what it'll be?
pls lmk if you're okay with this, i random generated a number lmf but happy to change!
it's perfect!
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[ Without waiting for Keita to approve, Zeera pulls the lever and sends the wheel spinning.
Round and round it goes... before landing on ANKLE CUFFS. ]
Aww, no dice. Do you wanna wear em, or should I?
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So pretty much his polar opposite in terms of attitude, but maybe that's the impetus he needs to start letting go of some of his particularly Victorian hangups. ]
Ankle cuffs... [ Keita examines the result, then glances at Zeera, then glances back to the roulette wheel. ] I'll wear them if you like, or I can try my own hand.
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Nah, I had my turn as a dom already. I'll wear 'em.
[ Shame and sexual inhibition are foreign concepts to Zeera, as expressed by her taking her pants off just now. No point playing around with sex toys while fully dressed, now, is there?
In matching white bra and panties, Zeera heads over to a nearby couch to sit down and cuff her ankles. The cuffs are joined by a bar that keeps her ankles from being closer than a couple feet apart, so when she pulls her feet up onto the couch, her legs spread invitingly. ]
Well, here I am. What do you wanna do with me?
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That said, though—it seems that the gaps between their respective knowledge is not so easily overcome. Keita steps forward, moving toward the couch where Zeera has seated herself, but pauses before taking any further action so he can ask, ]
Sorry, your turn as a what? [ Local man hails from literally 1884, before BDSM was invented. ] Let me be clear that I'm not unwilling, but I think I may need a bit more guidance, or at least a general direction.
[ Willing to learn! Just needs a starting point. ]
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[ 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?
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roulette!!
[So, here he is, with a literal arm-full of toys. They're not won (yet) but he's confident in his ability to use them before the time is up. Provided, of course, he doesn't lose them. A ball gag slips from his armful and clacks against the ground as he turns to a familiar voice.]
Oh! [recognition, followed by a cheery look,]
Hehe, taking part in a less traditional festival, huh? [Aak's tail swishes while he ignores the fact something in the mess of items he's holding starts buzzing. It's clear, with absolutely no need to read the future, the Feline's probably going to end up on the bad side of the House.]
Go ahead and spin! Treat yourself to something. I mean, I guess, [he shrugs, barely keeping a pair of handcuffs from sliding over his arm,] you could pick something but it's the spin that's fun, ain't it?
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Hello, Aak. [ How strange, to think that the last they saw of each other was half a year ago already? Time seems to move quickly in this place. ] I thought it was about time I start making an effort, I suppose. Although I admit I've quickly found myself in over my head.
[ Like, Keita has for real never seen anal beads before in his life. ]
Is that what you've been up to? Treating yourself?
[ At the suggestion, and happy to treat Aak as moral support even if he technically hadn't agreed to it, Keita does turn so he can spin the roulette wheel. It spins for a long moment, slows, and finally settles on the number 28, for which Keita is rewarded with a riding crop for his troubles. He lifts it, examines it, and then snaps it in the air with an efficiency that belies, if not an experience with BDSM, then at least experience using them for their intended purpose on hunting horses. ]
Do people really bring this sort of thing to the bedroom?
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It's admirable to take a first step, [he says, with only a bit of his amusement lingering on the words]
Ah, but yea! This whole thing's a steal, isn't it? All you have to do it use 'em with someone and you keep them!
[his tail swishes again, watching the ball clack along the ridges of the roulette wheel. Admittedly, some of the things he had gotten in his rampant spins were pretty weird. For everything that was easy and obvious there was a cucumber. Or an electric toothbrush. He was confident to make them work one way or another but did the house really consider that kind of half-assed sex toy sexy...?]
[With absolutely no experience, the riding crop Keita's awarded with seems on the obvious side.]
Some people get off on hurtin' people. [An extremely simplified view of the complicated kink of sadomasochism.] I know at least one guy, he aaaa~lways gets more excited if I scratch or bite too hard. So it's like that, probably.
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[ TMI? Maybe. He's trying to go with the flow of things, to second-guess himself less, to stop allowing his general shyness to get in the way of his ambitions in this place. But from what Keita understands of Aak, he doubts the other will be particularly put off by one little revelation about Keita's tastes.
After a second, he returns his gaze to the toys in Aak's arms, brow furrowed, and then asks, ] That must mean you're going to be on the hunt for a number of partners, then. Or one partner with considerable stamina.
[ Or maybe Aak has already used all these toys with partners and that's why he's keeping them all? How impressive of him. ]
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I figure anyone'll do. [that was his whole thought when he undertook the spins,]
And, y'know, I can give them stamina if I really gotta. [he smiles knowingly, even though he never actually spoke much with Keita about his concoctions or potions. He's too used to his reputation preceding him.]
You got someone in mind for yours? Or should we trade one for one?
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roulette
Do you think we have a chance of winning? It's a little bit exciting, isn't it? Not knowing what will come next.
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That is rather the appeal of it, I would say. The excitement of the truly unknown.
[ A difficult thing for Keita to find genuinely, though. He wouldn't really say that the roulette counts as randomness, but it's close enough for hand grenades. As Seimei approaches, he lifts a hand to touch the edge of one softly-furred ear, then murmurs, ] I like the way these look on you.
[ Out in the open, he means. Not hidden behind the glamour that Seimei had worn for the first several months of their acquaintance. ]
Would you like to go first?
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But they have a game to play, so instead Seimei sighs into the gesture and waves his hand gently to brush the feeling off. ]
Shouldn't you be afraid? I might get carried away and eat you.
[ Which Keita is free to take in any way he likes, according to the grin Seimei gives him. He still wonders if it's better to tuck himself away into the folds of a normal human, someone unextraordinary and easy to overlook. But with Keita's eyes on him, Seimei moves forward and wraps himself around the other man, leaving a playful kiss on his lips like a whisper before he moves back to take a turn spinning the roulette wheel. ]
I'm holding you to that, Keita-kun. You promise to play with me even if we don't get a big prize.
[ He doesn't wait for an answer before giving the wheel a turn. As it spins, Seimei hums to himself, singing a tune that can only be heard by himself and Keita. If the notes send a sensation of warm hands running up Keita's sides beneath his clothes and pull him into a phantom embrace with Seimei's breath at his ear, it's not noticed by anyone around them. The wheel slows and then eventually the needle lands on it's reward. Not the insta-prize, sadly, but the fleshlight. ]
Ah. Well, I guess my luck isn't as good as yours. Would you like to try instead? Maybe you'll really become my king.
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I can't imagine ever being afraid of you, [ he says in return, pinching the tip of Seimei's ear before letting his hand drop again. ] And being eaten by you would hardly be objectionable.
[ It speaks to Keita's affection for Seimei, too, that he doesn't even look too abashed about saying something so openly erotic. Or at least he intended it to be so, although as ever, Keita's sense of the erotic is several decades behind most and he wouldn't be surprised if it didn't quite land.
His thoughts are distracted from their conversation entirely when he feels the sensation of magical phantom hands caressing the sensitive skin below his waistcoat. The touch is a familiar one, very nearly just like Seimei's, and isn't alarming, but it does make it difficult for Keita to focus on their game. ]
Is there a crown among the possible prizes?
[ A wry question, before Keita pats Seimei's butt and moves forward to pull the roulette wheel for himself. It spins, clatters... and lands on a 2, for which Keita is offered the rousing prize of a bottle of chocolate syrup. He looks at it for a moment, then back up at Seimei with a furrow of disbelief between his brows. ]
Are you meant to lick this off me, then?
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