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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!
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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(as clorinde has thought, arlecchino would not play this personally. no, this is not her sort of game that she would indulge in. indulgence is something arlecchino might admit she does on occasion, but nothing swinging into full debauchery like the resort. the issue is that she knows how to turn these things into her own enjoyment. didn't matter on specifics, she's often good at maintaining control while keeping herself at a good enough distance to not be bothered. separating oneself from pleasure and business was a necessity for her. she is not like the other harbingers (keeping an eye on her isn't easy) due to how arlecchino behaves and maintains her own thoughts as tucked away safely.
that doesn't mean, however, that she isn't curious about this game. since the offer is there, sure. she'll take her chance and roll the die. they're both impassive, keeping their thoughts hidden away as if it is nothing. true players of these games would find them difficult to read, but that is an understatement.)
Fair. Since I am the new one, aren't I? (a discolored and twisted hand shakes the die then rolls it swiftly: 9 and 2. lick thigh? that makes her raise a brow.) Lick thigh.
[ 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. ]
(it'd be impressive if arlecchino did neglect herself to that point, but she's always been intelligent and observant. her limits are one thing that she's always kept a good eye on. although, those might be further out there than most (knowing her demeanor factors into plenty) might have expected. new to this resort or not, she was not going to let herself be stopped from finding her own way around.
be it adjusting to her new reality, or figuring out the technological differences between the golden peacock and tevyat. anyway, she's wasted enough time while watching clorinde react accordingly to the die. she didn't need to check if she wished to, which means they'll be playing about to see how far the other might wish to go. with her exposed leg, arlecchino runs those heated fingertips of hers along her skin. the milky flesh as heat trails along up towards her thigh.
it's supposed to be "sexy" as they were saying, far be it for her to deny playing alon in her own way when arlecchino gets on her knees. her hands are slow about the rub of them along clorinde's thigh before her searing tongue licks along it in an equally slow pace. maybe even teasing with nips and nibbles as an additional thing to it.)
I must admit that it's interesting they have games like this, I would have expected something more....hedonistic.
(not that she's seen the other horrors, not yet. she has an idea or two that there's likely more waiting under the surface by how it felt on the outside from the ghosts ushering her in.)
[ clorinde is of the opinion that, should either of them wish to stop, they would communicate as such. because while she could easily slot this into the framework of something competitive, the fact of the matter is that this isn't teyvat, nor do their titles really mean anything in a place such as this. as far as clorinde is concerned, they're of equal footing now, and there's no harm in figuring out where each other's boundaries lie when the resort all but encourages them to.
arlecchino's fingers are warmer than she expected, pink lines forming on her skin in their wake as they travel higher up her thigh. clorinde's lashes lower as she watches arlecchino take a knee, her gaze focused entirely on the curl of her even warmer tongue running dangerously close to her inner thigh. the gentle nibbles coax a low laugh from her, or it could be from what arlecchino says— ]
Give it some time, and I think you'll discover just how hedonistic this place can really be.
(that did make it interesting, didn't it? arlecchino held not her title here, clorinde in particular didn't as well. they're both far from home, and she's most certainly curious. that means that they can speak more freely, but she's meticulous about her words and approach. yes. that means that she ought to just enjoy herself for a time. the other woman seems to be for all she knows, all from that laugh when her licks halt short of clorinde's inner thigh.
her hands pause their adventurous exploration for the knave to turn her attention upwards at clorinde. she did have a point. one would think the partying, pushes towards sex, and the drugs are hedonistic enough. seems like she'll be in for a surprise once she gets comfortable back in her seat next to the duelist. her legs cross casually, and her attention is by no means leaving clorinde. arlecchino can take it to mean, in addition to that, that she ought to be mindful.)
True. That wouldn't surprise me, not after the test of it I've been given.
[ the heat from arlecchino's fingers and tongue linger on clorinde's skin even after she pulls her pant leg back down, raising goosebumps after being exposed to the cooler air in the casino. it's almost funny—never would clorinde ever expect to have arlecchino touch her in this way, but she can't deny that the impossibility of it; the... illicit nature of it, sends a flash of warmth down her spine to linger low in her belly.
honestly, she's proving her point at this rate, but again, this is an opportunity that she'll likely never be able to have back home. after all, she always did wonder what navia saw in the knave. ]
No. But it has caught your attention.
[ which, clorinde is inclined to believe that that's a feat on its own. but she's glad to know that arlecchino has picked up on it: being mindful, being vigilant; the resort loves its games and they're all made to be its players, but they'd be fools to not keep their wits about them.
even if she thinks it's testing her a little. clorinde rolls a 10 and an 8; she can't decide if that's more explicit than lick thigh. ]
(arlecchino can admit to herself that clorinde is attractive. a good-looking face, a nice body. then again, so is arlecchino. mysteries in themselves can be appealing, so can be the risk and danger of it. the knave has them all in spades, dangerous while also maintaining something of control. that was part of her decision to take advantage of the environment, she's not terrible at this. flirting, handsome, and capable of many things that might even make a sane person's skin crawl were they to know.
it isn't as if the knave didn't notice navia's crush on her after, but there is an air to her. noble yet wicked. villainous in her deeds, but capable of displaying something of honor within them no matter what that cost is. or truly, what she did was. there's a reason why she was never persecuted for her own crimes in fontaine that were not falling under the eyes of the law as being "good" when she acted.)
It's hard not to notice, knowing that there is plenty that suggests this is only the surface.
(her eyes do follow the die, wondering for a moment what it might land on when....bite ear? she almost wants to laugh that the dice decided they were to start with more explicit leaning actions. still, she better not waste any time once arlecchino reaches to move her hair back away from her ear. she wore it down this time, no ponytail.
it almost makes her look like a wraith, something unnatural by far and more. something too beautiful, too handsome. what an enticing devil, whilst she leans into her seat and waits.)
[ by rights, arlecchino is more suited to these things than clorinde is. she's been roped into many a ball and party, of course—the curse of being a title bearer—but she's always felt out of place. she isn't gifted in the art of doublespeak like wriothesley, nor is she as vivacious and chatty as navia; even arlecchino herself commands attention that is both intimidating and captivating in equal measure, otherworldly and mysterious. clorinde has always been content to observe, yet her time in the resort has only served to force her hand time and again.
arlecchino sweeps her hair to the side to reveal the slender column of her throat, the sharp jawline and cheekbone; the delicate curve of her ear. clorinde leans over, lifting a hand to frame arlecchino's jaw with a light touch while her other rests on the other woman's knee. to anyone else, it'd look as if she were telling her a secret, the brush of her lips against her earlobe hidden by the fall of her hair. ]
Nothing is ever as it seems, [ she murmurs, nipping at arlecchino's earlobe lightly. ] And they're always watching.
(to say that she might even thrive in the resort is something, arlecchino of all people who hardly seems the type. but she is good at adjusting, at adapting to her environment. as someone that often reaches deep in many subjects as a reason to study, learn more about a variety of things, it's only fitting. she stands out in her intimidation and her mysteries. attractive, yet with that sense of danger that would never leave her. a wicked woman, a lone devil. however, she was often of the thought that sitting out of the crowd suits herself perfect. observing others while also enjoying quiet fit for herself. taking time off the stage as others step on board before her.
whatever happens, she will be fine. the knave knows that while those bottomless eyes fall on clorinde in her silence. the touch to her jaw, her knee as warm heat radiates from her strongly. not from her vision and from something more while she hums in approval. a soft sigh at the nip of clorinde's teeth being featherlight. that did catch her attention, was she meaning the house? arlecchino could presume that, from her questions being brushed aside, outside what information she can obtain.)
Hmm, our mysterious "captors" are interesting.... (a whisper, low and deep. almost like purring from that look in her eye, how the red crosses almost glow.) Though I suppose I shouldn't expect otherwise, I had thought they must be. It seemed too convenient to only strip us of our weapons and visions alone.
[ at the end of the day, it's all about survival, isn't it? they all must learn to adapt; some may achieve that quicker than others, just as some who would prefer to observe may not always have that luxury. such is the nature of this place. but neither of them are the kind of people who would settle for being in a position of defeat, and as strange as it may be, a part of her is interested to see how arlecchino's stay will turn out: whether she will aim to raze the resort to the ground before she secures herself at the top of the ranks. ]
Quite. As well as the fact that you and I are both here at the same time. [ if the resort was aiming to cripple fontaine's defenses, taking her and wriothesley out of the picture would be more than sufficient. bringing the knave as well doesn't align. ] There's something else they stand to gain.
[ what that is, she hasn't figured out yet. for now, she leans back in her seat, the hand at arlecchino's jaw falling away. but clorinde's hand remains on her knee, waiting to see what combination arlecchino rolls next. ]
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that doesn't mean, however, that she isn't curious about this game. since the offer is there, sure. she'll take her chance and roll the die. they're both impassive, keeping their thoughts hidden away as if it is nothing. true players of these games would find them difficult to read, but that is an understatement.)
Fair. Since I am the new one, aren't I? (a discolored and twisted hand shakes the die then rolls it swiftly: 9 and 2. lick thigh? that makes her raise a brow.) Lick thigh.
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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. ]
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be it adjusting to her new reality, or figuring out the technological differences between the golden peacock and tevyat. anyway, she's wasted enough time while watching clorinde react accordingly to the die. she didn't need to check if she wished to, which means they'll be playing about to see how far the other might wish to go. with her exposed leg, arlecchino runs those heated fingertips of hers along her skin. the milky flesh as heat trails along up towards her thigh.
it's supposed to be "sexy" as they were saying, far be it for her to deny playing alon in her own way when arlecchino gets on her knees. her hands are slow about the rub of them along clorinde's thigh before her searing tongue licks along it in an equally slow pace. maybe even teasing with nips and nibbles as an additional thing to it.)
I must admit that it's interesting they have games like this, I would have expected something more....hedonistic.
(not that she's seen the other horrors, not yet. she has an idea or two that there's likely more waiting under the surface by how it felt on the outside from the ghosts ushering her in.)
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arlecchino's fingers are warmer than she expected, pink lines forming on her skin in their wake as they travel higher up her thigh. clorinde's lashes lower as she watches arlecchino take a knee, her gaze focused entirely on the curl of her even warmer tongue running dangerously close to her inner thigh. the gentle nibbles coax a low laugh from her, or it could be from what arlecchino says— ]
Give it some time, and I think you'll discover just how hedonistic this place can really be.
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her hands pause their adventurous exploration for the knave to turn her attention upwards at clorinde. she did have a point. one would think the partying, pushes towards sex, and the drugs are hedonistic enough. seems like she'll be in for a surprise once she gets comfortable back in her seat next to the duelist. her legs cross casually, and her attention is by no means leaving clorinde. arlecchino can take it to mean, in addition to that, that she ought to be mindful.)
True. That wouldn't surprise me, not after the test of it I've been given.
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honestly, she's proving her point at this rate, but again, this is an opportunity that she'll likely never be able to have back home. after all, she always did wonder what navia saw in the knave. ]
No. But it has caught your attention.
[ which, clorinde is inclined to believe that that's a feat on its own. but she's glad to know that arlecchino has picked up on it: being mindful, being vigilant; the resort loves its games and they're all made to be its players, but they'd be fools to not keep their wits about them.
even if she thinks it's testing her a little. clorinde rolls a 10 and an 8; she can't decide if that's more explicit than lick thigh. ]
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it isn't as if the knave didn't notice navia's crush on her after, but there is an air to her. noble yet wicked. villainous in her deeds, but capable of displaying something of honor within them no matter what that cost is. or truly, what she did was. there's a reason why she was never persecuted for her own crimes in fontaine that were not falling under the eyes of the law as being "good" when she acted.)
It's hard not to notice, knowing that there is plenty that suggests this is only the surface.
(her eyes do follow the die, wondering for a moment what it might land on when....bite ear? she almost wants to laugh that the dice decided they were to start with more explicit leaning actions. still, she better not waste any time once arlecchino reaches to move her hair back away from her ear. she wore it down this time, no ponytail.
it almost makes her look like a wraith, something unnatural by far and more. something too beautiful, too handsome. what an enticing devil, whilst she leans into her seat and waits.)
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arlecchino sweeps her hair to the side to reveal the slender column of her throat, the sharp jawline and cheekbone; the delicate curve of her ear. clorinde leans over, lifting a hand to frame arlecchino's jaw with a light touch while her other rests on the other woman's knee. to anyone else, it'd look as if she were telling her a secret, the brush of her lips against her earlobe hidden by the fall of her hair. ]
Nothing is ever as it seems, [ she murmurs, nipping at arlecchino's earlobe lightly. ] And they're always watching.
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whatever happens, she will be fine. the knave knows that while those bottomless eyes fall on clorinde in her silence. the touch to her jaw, her knee as warm heat radiates from her strongly. not from her vision and from something more while she hums in approval. a soft sigh at the nip of clorinde's teeth being featherlight. that did catch her attention, was she meaning the house? arlecchino could presume that, from her questions being brushed aside, outside what information she can obtain.)
Hmm, our mysterious "captors" are interesting.... (a whisper, low and deep. almost like purring from that look in her eye, how the red crosses almost glow.) Though I suppose I shouldn't expect otherwise, I had thought they must be. It seemed too convenient to only strip us of our weapons and visions alone.
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Quite. As well as the fact that you and I are both here at the same time. [ if the resort was aiming to cripple fontaine's defenses, taking her and wriothesley out of the picture would be more than sufficient. bringing the knave as well doesn't align. ] There's something else they stand to gain.
[ what that is, she hasn't figured out yet. for now, she leans back in her seat, the hand at arlecchino's jaw falling away. but clorinde's hand remains on her knee, waiting to see what combination arlecchino rolls next. ]