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(is this how they're supposed to get to know one another? suddenly the two straight (heh) women of their respective groups play chicken with sexual tension and vibes as it goes on? well, it's not like texas isn't into biting her partners. she would happily mark one up if they let her go that far, but she's not looking to do that here. the comment on god hating them aside, she's started saying these things lately thanks to certain other players. texas is....blasphemous enough, anyway. she holds no belief in heaven or hell, but she did seem to realize that was their comfort.
she rather say that god hates them instead of saying the house did, the house hates everyone and has made her a target in particular. or that's what it feels like lately. that she's a bigger target for existing. but, she was quiet, thinking more whenever she blinks slow and catlike (funny, because she's a canine) at the reveal of those scars. freckled chest and faded scars. texas for a moment looks sympathetic. she has her own, too many, admittedly. prized daughter of a familiga, killer of her father....runaway lone wolf and so much more that this reminds her of.
ha. what a load of bullshit everything back then was, she still feels angry about it. she would never stop feeling angry, but she's calm and understanding about the embarrassment. texas by now has had her shame going further out the window thanks to her near six-month stay at the hellhole that is the golden peacock.) I'll make this quick. (that's all she can do, aside from glaring at anyone that so much as dares as look over there more for ishmael's sake. you know, she did consider, did she even get her name?
no. she hasn't, but she can worry about that after this whenever she comes in close, then picks out a spot along her chest to bite into slowly. not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark. she's even considerate enough to ensure that it wasn't anywhere too sensitive on her breasts.
nobody wants to deal with an angry partner screaming because someone bit their boob that hard on a sensitive area.)
[ wait, why is she bringing god to this conversation? if anything, god should look the fuck away from what's happening right now! not that ishmael believes in them either -- ever since her stint on the pequod and having to listen to ahab harping on how it's their god-given right to slay the Pallid Whale and free the world from eternal suffering, she doesn't buy that bullshit anymore. right now, it's just her and --
fuck. she's really going to let some random woman bite her chest with her sharp teeth before asking for her name. they're really doing this backwards. so much for being straight (heh) women.
regardless, texas leans in and ishmael braces herself for the sharp canines that'll soon claim her chest, but they never came. instead the other woman scrapes her teeth along the skin of her chest, as if to tease her that she will bite down at any time. luckily, texas seems rational and considerate enough not to cause further harm and embarrassment on both their parts, so when she finally leans back, ishmael lets out a huge sigh of relief.
her heart is racing. she can barely hear the crowd over the sound of her pulse in her ears. she locks eye contact with texas and asks, breathlessly: ]
(she's slow about it, a tease of her teeth, a run of that wolf tongue along her chosen spot. isn't that supposed to be the point? to make it dirty, sexy, whatever they were saying to do. she wasn't paying much attention, aside from idly thinking that neither of them looked like they wanted to even be here. maybe some other thoughts about her that won't be mentioned.
(yeah, they were totally thoughts about her freckles being cute.)
they are doing this backwards, though. a pair of women like them surely would know how to introduce themselves before going as far as to start playing sexy dice games that definitely will not (who are they kidding, it's a sex resort) go wrong, right? though she's being mindful and considerate enough, just because she has those lovely wolf teeth to go with that tongue of hers didn't mean she'd go straight to latching down without making it a bit more attractive into the build up of it.
this isn't her first rodeo in this hellhole, it won't be her last whenever she pauses her licks for a moment. amber on hazel (slightly ignoring that she's finding that face attractive) before she answers with:)
Texas....it's my last name, but it's what everyone calls me.
(she's murmuring that against her chest at first, then finally after a little longer, sinking her teeth in properly over the teasing she did. not hard enough to bleed. thankfully, she has a feeling she'd get her ass kicked for that.)
[ somehow she didn't register her tongue is under her fingers until texas is licking at the skin above her breast. but it felt good, enough to get a shuddering exhale from ishmael as she swallows down her trepidation. from here, even she can tell that texas is the predator, and she herself is the prey who'd let herself into the lion's den. or wolf's den in this case?
but before she can respond with her own name, texas bites down, and ishmael can't help the soft moan that emanates from her throat, and she clamps her mouth down in time to prevent any more from coming out. it had felt good, sure, but her heart's practically threatening to leap out of her chest with every heartbeat; just a little deeper, and it would've been easy for texas to rip her own heart out of her ribcage and leave no crumbs behind.
but it never comes. still, it's making ishmael breathe hard against texas's ear, her hand going for the other woman's shoulder for balance. are they done? they should be. and yet, she finds herself clamoring for the rush of adrenaline just now. ]
(luckily she knows not to keep latched down, but she can admit that she likes it. that sound she made and how ishmael's pulse quickened. her teeth let's go of the spot she clamped down on with a slow lick over it to soothe any pain. the predator role always fits her too well, a patient one that takes her time. she doesn't eat people alive. she almost surely wouldn't kill ishmael, either. there is that for them. she's not the sort to make it a business to end the lives of those that don't deserve it. they're strangers, but she's got a feeling they'll get along swimmingly.
once she's done soothing the bite (very much like a dog helping lick something better) she pulls away. tentatively. she must have wanted to leave more, hear more of those soft pretty moans. maybe even feel how fast her heart might get from a night alone. but that's not texas, that's more her stupid spade mark half pushing her over the thought she did find her cute. anyway, she can wait to hear ishmael's name after she recovers.)
Hope that wasn't too hard.
(she's considerate, observant of her partners for a reason. her bodily differences can make things interesting. maybe not as interesting as aak's since texas remembers he's completely furry.)
[ meanwhile, ishmael's always played the part of the prey despite her bluster. from being emotionally manipulated by her captain to being a cog in the machine in a city that runs on literal human suffering, ishmael never gets a true break. even in this supposed resort she has to continue keeping her guard up in the midst of all the debauchery.
and yet, when texas pulls away, she can see how red ishmael is in the face, almost matching the redness in her sunset hair, and the way she continues panting like she just ran a marathon. with the way her heart's been beating the entire time, she might as well be. ]
I-I'm fine. Thanks.
[ she clears her throat, opens her eyes to meet texas's. ]
(surely this game can't progress any worse than teeth marks in a breast and fingers in a mouth, can it? she would hope not, but the resort often has it out for anyone trying to be "normal" at any rate. the redness and panting isn't helping those instincts of hers by much from what texas is seeing. no, bad. doesn't stop that spade mark of hers from burning under her left glove in mockery (the wolf has quite a bratty one to deal with) at their current predicament. now the outcome was heading towards what would happen first. do they finish this without losing their sanity, or would it turn into a quiet departure to sneak off into the lounge?
she can't answer that, she has no means of reading the future. a part of her did hope that it wasn't about to turn into kicking up the heat more....it can't get any worse than the biting and fingers in mouth, can it?
....who is she kidding, she knows it will.)
Maybe we should start hoping it's not about to land on something more obscene.
[ give her a moment to button up her exposed chest because whew, that felt way longer than it actually is. but no, ishmael's played these games before. not the exact game per se, but the principle of the thing. it will always get worse, trust.
let's see, whose turn is it next? right, her turn. she gives herself another couple of seconds to recompose before picking up the dice and rolls. a 5 and a 6 respectively means caress elbow, which is pretty much a well-needed breather after being under texas's teeth twice already. ]
All right, give me it. [ her elbow, that is. ] You're not going to concede defeat either, aren't you? Figures.
[ she did enjoy texas's company, likeminded as they seem to be, but ishmael can afford to be snarky over this. all she wanted is that payout, man, it didn't have to be so complicated... ]
(but as they both know, the universe loves to kick the asses of women like them. didn't matter how, didn't matter when. though she's got her eyes on the die and is partially hoping that there was a break, mainly for ishmael's sake. cellinia was cool as ever in her demeanor and simply unfazed by most things going on, she's gotten desensitized enough. not in a good way. anyway, texas did half think to herself later she'll get ishmael something for whatever else happens in the game.
likely leaning towards buying her a meal at the red cardinal for a bit, whenever she throws the dice down and it lands on caress elbow? that makes texas wonder who the hell made this game, how is caressing an elbow supposed to be sexy? she can understand thigh and other spots, but....eh, screw it. her arm is held out and her dress shirt sleeve gets rolled up for ishmael without much argument.)
I can be stubborn when I feel like, or I guess in this case I can be interested in playing. I'll tell you this while we got a break, avoid anything food wise the House offers. High chance it's spiked, most people cook or drop by the Red Cardinal.
(helping her fellow sufferer in this hellhole is all she can do, though if looked at closely that arm of hers has some scars along it (like something refused to let go after grabbing her by the circle of talons there) thanks to certain events. she must have given her only recently recovered right one. texas had the misfortune of a harpy encounter among the monsters. though she didn't know the name of them.)
[ they'll have all the time to catch up over unspiked food and drink -- the fancy swill they've been serving during this game have been nice, but there's nothing like good ol' water to wash it all down. although, the tip texas shared just now gets her to frown. who wouldn't be when not even the food is safe? ]
Thanks for the heads up. Last thing I need is to get horny on top of being hungry while staying here.
[ she doesn't crack up at her own joke. it's no laughing matter. she's going to be on survival mode for a while until she gets used to the swing of things, but for how long?
if she notices anything weird about texas's scars though, she makes no mention of it. she's seen worse and weirder patterns on one's skin, and she's typically not the kind to pry -- even more so during a shameless game like this. caressing an elbow is as simple as one, two, three strokes of her fingers across supple skin, before ishmael pulls her hand away. ]
Any other tips I should be aware about? Assuming I'll be staying here for that long, even.
[ rip ish she's gonna be here a while. hopefully. kicks feet at apps ]
Can say that I was grateful to be told this early and thought I should spread the word to any newbies willing to hear it.
(not even texas is laughing, truthfully she's been in survival mode the entire time despite how relaxed she seems around the resort. she's just better at hiding it. the drawback was that it kickstarted her bad habit of smoking again, but texas was luckily in control of that enough. she didn't smoke too much to be considered a chain smoker (even if the resort makes her want to with the stress and frustration) and would often not do it around friends to not bother them.
they're here to play this game, but who knows how long they'll be trapped in the resort. cellinia's been here for nearing six months now, and that isn't ideal. not whenever they're at risk of many things going on. she doesn't want to find out what happens when someone is trapped for lengthier periods, how it might change them from what they once were in personality and behavior. she's already got issues with her own suit being a problem....so what would happen if that continues?
she doesn't want to think about that after noticing ishmael had stopped caressing her elbow. adjusting her dress shirt sleeve back, texas pauses and then:)
There's a system that's in play around ranks, ranks decide how you're treated. Lower it is, the worse it gets. (she's friends with people in the basement, which would factor into her not feeling comfortable with this happening to them.) The higher it is, the more perks you have. Drawback is that my friend that's Queen rank has to deal with overzealous fans from what I saw before. I'm only rank nine, but they tend to look at me like I'm on my way to royalty.
(it's okay ish. you can say that you befriended texas of all people and can borrow her suite for things if you get screwed over.)
[ her voice trails off as she ponders on this. it's no different from the City then, with how the people with well-off houses and stable income in the Nest are more revered compared to the ones who had to fight for their lives in the Backstreets on the regular. ishmael came from the former, but even then there was no pleasure to be found from just earning money all the time. she wanted something different in her humdrum life, and look where it had gotten her.
although of course, it's not like the latter life in the Backstreets is any good either. she turns to texas and asks: ]
How do they determine ranks, exactly? Is it how good you are at sex, or...?
[ because she'd only had sex once (1) and it was literally nothingburger. she's going to be sent to the brig equivalent of this resort, that's for sure. and the last thing she wants is to rely too much on other people's handouts......... ]
No, I doubt a lot of us would even be high ranks if that was the objective. Seems randomized.
(nothing more than that, but she can understand this. texas herself wasn't from a normal "life" in particular prior to her job as a courier, being an heiress for a familiga was anything but that. only difference is that she hates the idea of returning to that life, about as much as she despises the thought of them walking all over those unable to fight for themselves. she has a rather complicated relationship with her past because of this. not that she knows about the wings, backstreets, whatever places ishmael does.
terra isn't any better by all means, not in how infected adults and children get treated for contracting oripathy. there is a lot she can talk about from that subject, what she's seen, without also counting that texas has also seen nobility throw around their name as a means of making others suffer. it's a mess.)
So maybe, if you're lucky, you won't be in the basement.
(she's seen enough of it. minimally cleaned, left to for the most part rot whenever staff didn't give much of a damn to go down there. even texas can recall her friends from down there get sneers and jeers any time they're out together, while staff treats her more kindly. it felt fake, it all did.)
[ tfw ishmael really got sent to the basement in the end... but right now, she doesn't know that. ]
Eh, I wouldn't rule that out. My luck has always been abyssmal.
[ yet she just shrugs it off like it's no big deal. whatever this mysterious resort has in store for her, it can't be as bad as the everyday horrors she and her fellow sinners have to put up with in the City, right?
right???
she wants to believe. least this place doesn't have eldritch sea creatures coming out from the deep to parasitize on humans. that alone is already a huge bonus for her. though honestly, even if she'd end up in the basement, she wouldn't be quick to be accepting handouts anytime soon. she's going to work for it, even if she has to use her own body until she can achieve some security in this place.
she'll bide her time, but for now: ]
Anyway, whose turn is it now? The sooner we wrap up this game, the faster I can get my payout and get enough money to buy dinner or something.
(rest in peace, this was truly the universe predicting that.)
That makes two of us even if mine can have positives....
(regardless, it's her turn. her turn to go for the next roll when texas takes hold of the die now that it got brought up. they're about near two for two, sure they can skip if neither side wanted to do something (honestly she expects it eventually) but they didn't seem so willing to back down. well. as long as ishmael didn't mind the idea of texas later lending her space to her, it isn't as though she's not used to that. sometimes she'd allow lower ranks she's friends with to crash in her suite and in general.
the offer wasn't quite something she minds. people can unwind there for a time, and they'd all carry on without any argument on her part. which also makes her glad that the resort doesn't have shit like the eldritch abominations ishmael was thinking about alone. not that....terra doesn't have its own set of abominations. the seaborn do exist and none of them are keen on leaving people untouched if it meant a chance at assimilating them or worse, turning them into food in their horrifying ways. she doesn't need to remember that.
didn't feel like it, either, when she gives the die a good roll next and: 9 and 8 was their "lucky" number. maybe not so lucky numbers, depending on how someone might take that.
whatever, they can make this work since it isn't so terrible.)
Even if you don't win I can always cover dinner since I went around enough, that, and I can talk the guards into letting us in to the oasis since I'm friends with one of the face cards.
[ oh, the end result isn't so bad, and ishmael lets out a sigh of relief before hearing out the rest of texas's offer. ]
Er, thanks. I'm getting pretty peckish now, not gonna lie.
[ these games take SO LONG to wrap up, damn ]
And... I guess networking is a must when it comes to surviving this place, doesn't it. Which is fine, I suppose, but I still feel like a utter fish out of water compared to everyone here.
[ she leans over to texas, lips brushing against her furry ear. whoa, they look so real up close. guess they aren't prosthetics after all? either way, she sticks out her tongue and just does one lick before pulling away. there, nice and simple. ]
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(is this how they're supposed to get to know one another? suddenly the two straight (heh) women of their respective groups play chicken with sexual tension and vibes as it goes on? well, it's not like texas isn't into biting her partners. she would happily mark one up if they let her go that far, but she's not looking to do that here. the comment on god hating them aside, she's started saying these things lately thanks to certain other players. texas is....blasphemous enough, anyway. she holds no belief in heaven or hell, but she did seem to realize that was their comfort.
she rather say that god hates them instead of saying the house did, the house hates everyone and has made her a target in particular. or that's what it feels like lately. that she's a bigger target for existing. but, she was quiet, thinking more whenever she blinks slow and catlike (funny, because she's a canine) at the reveal of those scars. freckled chest and faded scars. texas for a moment looks sympathetic. she has her own, too many, admittedly. prized daughter of a familiga, killer of her father....runaway lone wolf and so much more that this reminds her of.
ha. what a load of bullshit everything back then was, she still feels angry about it. she would never stop feeling angry, but she's calm and understanding about the embarrassment. texas by now has had her shame going further out the window thanks to her near six-month stay at the hellhole that is the golden peacock.) I'll make this quick. (that's all she can do, aside from glaring at anyone that so much as dares as look over there more for ishmael's sake. you know, she did consider, did she even get her name?
no. she hasn't, but she can worry about that after this whenever she comes in close, then picks out a spot along her chest to bite into slowly. not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark. she's even considerate enough to ensure that it wasn't anywhere too sensitive on her breasts.
nobody wants to deal with an angry partner screaming because someone bit their boob that hard on a sensitive area.)
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fuck. she's really going to let some random woman bite her chest with her sharp teeth before asking for her name. they're really doing this backwards. so much for being straight (heh) women.
regardless, texas leans in and ishmael braces herself for the sharp canines that'll soon claim her chest, but they never came. instead the other woman scrapes her teeth along the skin of her chest, as if to tease her that she will bite down at any time. luckily, texas seems rational and considerate enough not to cause further harm and embarrassment on both their parts, so when she finally leans back, ishmael lets out a huge sigh of relief.
her heart is racing. she can barely hear the crowd over the sound of her pulse in her ears. she locks eye contact with texas and asks, breathlessly: ]
I... I didn't get your name.
[ great minds truly think alike. ]
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(yeah, they were totally thoughts about her freckles being cute.)
they are doing this backwards, though. a pair of women like them surely would know how to introduce themselves before going as far as to start playing sexy dice games that definitely will not (who are they kidding, it's a sex resort) go wrong, right? though she's being mindful and considerate enough, just because she has those lovely wolf teeth to go with that tongue of hers didn't mean she'd go straight to latching down without making it a bit more attractive into the build up of it.
this isn't her first rodeo in this hellhole, it won't be her last whenever she pauses her licks for a moment. amber on hazel (slightly ignoring that she's finding that face attractive) before she answers with:)
Texas....it's my last name, but it's what everyone calls me.
(she's murmuring that against her chest at first, then finally after a little longer, sinking her teeth in properly over the teasing she did. not hard enough to bleed. thankfully, she has a feeling she'd get her ass kicked for that.)
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but before she can respond with her own name, texas bites down, and ishmael can't help the soft moan that emanates from her throat, and she clamps her mouth down in time to prevent any more from coming out. it had felt good, sure, but her heart's practically threatening to leap out of her chest with every heartbeat; just a little deeper, and it would've been easy for texas to rip her own heart out of her ribcage and leave no crumbs behind.
but it never comes. still, it's making ishmael breathe hard against texas's ear, her hand going for the other woman's shoulder for balance. are they done? they should be. and yet, she finds herself clamoring for the rush of adrenaline just now. ]
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once she's done soothing the bite (very much like a dog helping lick something better) she pulls away. tentatively. she must have wanted to leave more, hear more of those soft pretty moans. maybe even feel how fast her heart might get from a night alone. but that's not texas, that's more her stupid spade mark half pushing her over the thought she did find her cute. anyway, she can wait to hear ishmael's name after she recovers.)
Hope that wasn't too hard.
(she's considerate, observant of her partners for a reason. her bodily differences can make things interesting. maybe not as interesting as aak's since texas remembers he's completely furry.)
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and yet, when texas pulls away, she can see how red ishmael is in the face, almost matching the redness in her sunset hair, and the way she continues panting like she just ran a marathon. with the way her heart's been beating the entire time, she might as well be. ]
I-I'm fine. Thanks.
[ she clears her throat, opens her eyes to meet texas's. ]
Call me Ishmael. Before I forget.
[ better late than never. ]
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(surely this game can't progress any worse than teeth marks in a breast and fingers in a mouth, can it? she would hope not, but the resort often has it out for anyone trying to be "normal" at any rate. the redness and panting isn't helping those instincts of hers by much from what texas is seeing. no, bad. doesn't stop that spade mark of hers from burning under her left glove in mockery (the wolf has quite a bratty one to deal with) at their current predicament. now the outcome was heading towards what would happen first. do they finish this without losing their sanity, or would it turn into a quiet departure to sneak off into the lounge?
she can't answer that, she has no means of reading the future. a part of her did hope that it wasn't about to turn into kicking up the heat more....it can't get any worse than the biting and fingers in mouth, can it?
....who is she kidding, she knows it will.)
Maybe we should start hoping it's not about to land on something more obscene.
(like grinding, or public fingering.)
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[ give her a moment to button up her exposed chest because whew, that felt way longer than it actually is. but no, ishmael's played these games before. not the exact game per se, but the principle of the thing. it will always get worse, trust.
let's see, whose turn is it next? right, her turn. she gives herself another couple of seconds to recompose before picking up the dice and rolls. a 5 and a 6 respectively means caress elbow, which is pretty much a well-needed breather after being under texas's teeth twice already. ]
All right, give me it. [ her elbow, that is. ] You're not going to concede defeat either, aren't you? Figures.
[ she did enjoy texas's company, likeminded as they seem to be, but ishmael can afford to be snarky over this. all she wanted is that payout, man, it didn't have to be so complicated... ]
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(but as they both know, the universe loves to kick the asses of women like them. didn't matter how, didn't matter when. though she's got her eyes on the die and is partially hoping that there was a break, mainly for ishmael's sake. cellinia was cool as ever in her demeanor and simply unfazed by most things going on, she's gotten desensitized enough. not in a good way. anyway, texas did half think to herself later she'll get ishmael something for whatever else happens in the game.
likely leaning towards buying her a meal at the red cardinal for a bit, whenever she throws the dice down and it lands on caress elbow? that makes texas wonder who the hell made this game, how is caressing an elbow supposed to be sexy? she can understand thigh and other spots, but....eh, screw it. her arm is held out and her dress shirt sleeve gets rolled up for ishmael without much argument.)
I can be stubborn when I feel like, or I guess in this case I can be interested in playing. I'll tell you this while we got a break, avoid anything food wise the House offers. High chance it's spiked, most people cook or drop by the Red Cardinal.
(helping her fellow sufferer in this hellhole is all she can do, though if looked at closely that arm of hers has some scars along it (like something refused to let go after grabbing her by the circle of talons there) thanks to certain events. she must have given her only recently recovered right one. texas had the misfortune of a harpy encounter among the monsters. though she didn't know the name of them.)
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Thanks for the heads up. Last thing I need is to get horny on top of being hungry while staying here.
[ she doesn't crack up at her own joke. it's no laughing matter. she's going to be on survival mode for a while until she gets used to the swing of things, but for how long?
if she notices anything weird about texas's scars though, she makes no mention of it. she's seen worse and weirder patterns on one's skin, and she's typically not the kind to pry -- even more so during a shameless game like this. caressing an elbow is as simple as one, two, three strokes of her fingers across supple skin, before ishmael pulls her hand away. ]
Any other tips I should be aware about? Assuming I'll be staying here for that long, even.
[ rip ish she's gonna be here a while. hopefully. kicks feet at apps ]
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(not even texas is laughing, truthfully she's been in survival mode the entire time despite how relaxed she seems around the resort. she's just better at hiding it. the drawback was that it kickstarted her bad habit of smoking again, but texas was luckily in control of that enough. she didn't smoke too much to be considered a chain smoker (even if the resort makes her want to with the stress and frustration) and would often not do it around friends to not bother them.
they're here to play this game, but who knows how long they'll be trapped in the resort. cellinia's been here for nearing six months now, and that isn't ideal. not whenever they're at risk of many things going on. she doesn't want to find out what happens when someone is trapped for lengthier periods, how it might change them from what they once were in personality and behavior. she's already got issues with her own suit being a problem....so what would happen if that continues?
she doesn't want to think about that after noticing ishmael had stopped caressing her elbow. adjusting her dress shirt sleeve back, texas pauses and then:)
There's a system that's in play around ranks, ranks decide how you're treated. Lower it is, the worse it gets. (she's friends with people in the basement, which would factor into her not feeling comfortable with this happening to them.) The higher it is, the more perks you have. Drawback is that my friend that's Queen rank has to deal with overzealous fans from what I saw before. I'm only rank nine, but they tend to look at me like I'm on my way to royalty.
(it's okay ish. you can say that you befriended texas of all people and can borrow her suite for things if you get screwed over.)
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[ her voice trails off as she ponders on this. it's no different from the City then, with how the people with well-off houses and stable income in the Nest are more revered compared to the ones who had to fight for their lives in the Backstreets on the regular. ishmael came from the former, but even then there was no pleasure to be found from just earning money all the time. she wanted something different in her humdrum life, and look where it had gotten her.
although of course, it's not like the latter life in the Backstreets is any good either. she turns to texas and asks: ]
How do they determine ranks, exactly? Is it how good you are at sex, or...?
[ because she'd only had sex once (1) and it was literally nothingburger. she's going to be sent to the brig equivalent of this resort, that's for sure. and the last thing she wants is to rely too much on other people's handouts......... ]
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(nothing more than that, but she can understand this. texas herself wasn't from a normal "life" in particular prior to her job as a courier, being an heiress for a familiga was anything but that. only difference is that she hates the idea of returning to that life, about as much as she despises the thought of them walking all over those unable to fight for themselves. she has a rather complicated relationship with her past because of this. not that she knows about the wings, backstreets, whatever places ishmael does.
terra isn't any better by all means, not in how infected adults and children get treated for contracting oripathy. there is a lot she can talk about from that subject, what she's seen, without also counting that texas has also seen nobility throw around their name as a means of making others suffer. it's a mess.)
So maybe, if you're lucky, you won't be in the basement.
(she's seen enough of it. minimally cleaned, left to for the most part rot whenever staff didn't give much of a damn to go down there. even texas can recall her friends from down there get sneers and jeers any time they're out together, while staff treats her more kindly. it felt fake, it all did.)
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Eh, I wouldn't rule that out. My luck has always been abyssmal.
[ yet she just shrugs it off like it's no big deal. whatever this mysterious resort has in store for her, it can't be as bad as the everyday horrors she and her fellow sinners have to put up with in the City, right?
right???
she wants to believe. least this place doesn't have eldritch sea creatures coming out from the deep to parasitize on humans. that alone is already a huge bonus for her. though honestly, even if she'd end up in the basement, she wouldn't be quick to be accepting handouts anytime soon. she's going to work for it, even if she has to use her own body until she can achieve some security in this place.
she'll bide her time, but for now: ]
Anyway, whose turn is it now? The sooner we wrap up this game, the faster I can get my payout and get enough money to buy dinner or something.
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That makes two of us even if mine can have positives....
(regardless, it's her turn. her turn to go for the next roll when texas takes hold of the die now that it got brought up. they're about near two for two, sure they can skip if neither side wanted to do something (honestly she expects it eventually) but they didn't seem so willing to back down. well. as long as ishmael didn't mind the idea of texas later lending her space to her, it isn't as though she's not used to that. sometimes she'd allow lower ranks she's friends with to crash in her suite and in general.
the offer wasn't quite something she minds. people can unwind there for a time, and they'd all carry on without any argument on her part. which also makes her glad that the resort doesn't have shit like the eldritch abominations ishmael was thinking about alone. not that....terra doesn't have its own set of abominations. the seaborn do exist and none of them are keen on leaving people untouched if it meant a chance at assimilating them or worse, turning them into food in their horrifying ways. she doesn't need to remember that.
didn't feel like it, either, when she gives the die a good roll next and: 9 and 8 was their "lucky" number. maybe not so lucky numbers, depending on how someone might take that.
whatever, they can make this work since it isn't so terrible.)
Even if you don't win I can always cover dinner since I went around enough, that, and I can talk the guards into letting us in to the oasis since I'm friends with one of the face cards.
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Er, thanks. I'm getting pretty peckish now, not gonna lie.
[ these games take SO LONG to wrap up, damn ]
And... I guess networking is a must when it comes to surviving this place, doesn't it. Which is fine, I suppose, but I still feel like a utter fish out of water compared to everyone here.
[ she leans over to texas, lips brushing against her furry ear. whoa, they look so real up close. guess they aren't prosthetics after all? either way, she sticks out her tongue and just does one lick before pulling away. there, nice and simple. ]