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Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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Zoro groans, waking from a sleep that can't be described as restful. He's momentarily disoriented, but his senses quickly hone in on the fact that he's in a strange new place, propped against the plush leather seat of a... what? What is this?
He frowns, disturbed by the absence of the familiar rocking of the pirate ship he last remembers being aboard.
The next thing he realizes is his swords are gone. All three of them, plus the tiny knife he's recently started to carry (no, he isn't copying anybody).
"What the fuck," he grunts under his breath, bumping into the steering wheel. There are no cars in his world, adding to his confusion.
Someone must have found it funny to put him in the driver seat of this strange, alien vehicle. Perhaps whoever placed Zoro into a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail is aware of his abysmal sense of direction. He and whoever's unlucky enough to be in the car with him would be going nowhere fast (that is, if he knew how to drive, which of course he doesn't.)
"Hey, you." He turns to the person moving beside him. "Where are we?" His face is stoic, his words stern and straightforward enough to maybe, possibly be considered rude. "And where are my clothes?" There's a tiny hint of accusation in his voice, perhaps.
💨 ii. i can sleep after i escape
phoenix casino hall — just a puff or two
He won't admit it, but Zoro has fun selecting his outfit. What he doesn't enjoy, however, is being summarily shoved into the casino by ghost hands after he very firmly tells a staff member to fuck off. In his defense, the man had just told him he has to attend this party for 168 hours.
He can't be bothered to do the exact math, but that's a lot of days.
(In retrospect, he feels a little bad. The man had been helpful with his outfit, and kindly assured him that no, the suit's color doesn't clash with his green hair.)
"What the fuck," he murmurs under his breath, taking in the sight of the massive buffet tables. "Well, Luffy would love this." Too bad his captain is nowhere in sight, nor the rest of the crew. He has to assume he has no allies here.
Another look at the food, and Zoro sighs to himself. He's tempted to eat; his stomach is telling him it's been a while since his last meal. But can he really trust anything offered in this place? Especially in such extravagant quantities?
He keeps walking, then promptly gets stopped by someone offering him twig and explaining the "benefits". Apparently having learned his lesson about making a fuss, he accepts it with a simple, "Thank you," keeping it safely in hand and waiting until the staff member locks in on another guest to enable.
It doesn't take long for him to find another patron that seems to be wholeheartedly partaking in the drug. "What is this, really?" he asks point-blank, wasting no time with greetings or pleasantries. "Can it really help you stay up for days?"
It would be efficient, after all, if he could skip sleep and devote his energy full-time to finding a way out of here.
🎲 iii. if you can't beat them (try harder)
game rooms — dirty dice
Before the end of Day 1, enough things transpire that lead Zoro to a single, sorry conclusion: he'll have to play along with some of the craziness. This is not to say he's given up on his quest to escape and return home; on the contrary, it's in pursuit of this worthy goal that he must make some sacrifices. A little dignity lost might be worth it to make it out of here alive.
Which is how he finds hismelf rolling dice, face fixed into an unreadable expression as he watches them settle.
Kiss Elbow
Okay. That's not so bad, given the other possible combinations.
"Elbow, please." He holds a hand out to the player across from him, even offering a little grin in hopes that it will sufficiently disarm them into complying. The less delays, the sooner they were done, after all.
🃏 iv. it's just words, right?
game rooms — house of cards
Zoro doesn't particularly enjoy talking about himself. In fact, he prefers not to, often opting to instead listen to others. You never know when something someone reveals offhand could come in handy, after all.
Speaking of hands, Zoro is confident that his are steady as hell. House of Cards seems like it could be an easy win.
"Ready?" he asks to be curt. Then he kicks the game off, eager to get started. It's easy, pulling out the first card.
He stares at the question before reading it out loud. "Do you have a best friend?" A few seconds of silence, and he shrugs. "I have several good friends. All together they kind of add up to one best friend." There's the ghost of a grin at the corner of his lips.
"Okay, your turn."
🏩 v. hot for teacher
game rooms — 1 or 11
A big payout. That's what one of the high rollers he's run into a few times said was waiting in the Lovers' Hideaway. He approaches the room with a big question mark over his head about what exactly it would cost him. Maybe it's because he looks confused, or maybe she just does this to everybody, but he's promptly stopped by the game manager, who offers an explanation.
It seems simple enough, so he picks a card.
A♦: ACE OF DIAMONDS
Submissive. Well, fuck. How does he do that? It's not that he's opposed to the idea entirely, it's just - he genuinely isn't sure how that works. At 19, and having lived the majority of the last few years as a bounty hunter, there hasn't exactly been a plethora of opportunities to learn the intricacies of various sexual dynamics.
What does it mean, giving up control to someone else?
🥞 vi. breakfast in bed
hangover aftercare
Zoro makes a face as he goes through the contents of the Hangover Kit; he doesn't recognize most of the items, tossing them unceremoniously in the direction of the trashcan (with no care or concern for whether they actually land). "What the fuck is all this?" he asks aloud, not necessarily expecting an answer from his companion. The only thing he recognizes are the water, the bon-bons (food?), and the sex toy - and only because he'd just seen a very similar one at the game rooms the other day.
"You can have the rest of this stuff, if you want," he says with a shrug, leaving the aspirin and toy in his care package, for his companion to take or leave as they please. They can help themselves to the stuff he's thrown around, too, if they were so inclined.
"Let's eat then get out of here," he goes on, settling back down on the bed and laying one of the breakfast trays over his lap. Clearly he expects to be able to go home after this.
And if there are any questions about what they may or may not have done together the night before, he won't be the one asking first.
! wildcard & ooc
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— I can match your preferences regarding action/brackets or prose. — Canon and cross-canon/medium interactions wanted & welcome! — Happy to write both gen & nsfw for any of the prompts. — Zoro is pan, generally tops, and could enjoy playing either the dom and sub role, depending on the partner. — Feel free to reach out via narratives or this contact post for plotting/discussions.
Rude draws the ace of spades. It's an alarming realization that he doesn't consider himself to be dominant. Maybe on the field, or in a fight, but even then he's a strict follower of orders. He doesn't ever give them. Even his subordinate, Elena, ends up pushing him around if he's not careful.
So he's already out of his comfort zone when he comes into contact with a new stranger that's apparently drawn a submissive card. He clears his throat to get his attention as he approaches, looking them up and down behind dark sunglasses. Maybe a little on the younger side, but seems like he's seen some shit in his life that has given him a bit more of a mature demeanor--or Rude could be completely misreading the guy.
"Have you done this kind of thing before?" he gestures vaguely to all the bdsm equipment around them to choose from.
Zoro quietly walks through the lounge, observing the other patrons. At this point, he's only half-surprised to find more couples fucking than talking. Being in the middle of it all is surreal, and he moves in a way so as not to draw attention, soon slipping into one of the unoccupied bedrooms. The whole setup reminds him of a brothel. And while he's visited a brothel once or twice, that had always been his own choice. This feels different.
Rude arrives before he has enough time to consider making a hasty retreat.
Zoro clears his throat, looking him up and down in return. A grin curls at the corner of his lips when the older man asks a direct question instead of lingering on awkward greetings. "I've been tortured before, but I didn't get off on it." He shrugs, like this is normal information to casually drop at first meeting. "Not that that was their goal..." He trails off, taking a closer look at some of the equipment before turning his eyes back to Rude. "Have you?"
The place definitely gives brothel vibes, but he's never seen a hotel/casino/resort quite like this. It's as if the Gold Saucer had an adults-only night that got way too out of hand. Rude isn't sure what to make of it all, and since he's also not here of his own free will, it's all the more difficult to accept.
"I haven't, but like you, I've had to endure torture--which is very different from this."
He doesn't know exactly what the stranger likes, or if he'll be able to arouse him at all, but from what he's been told and what he's experienced so far, it's unlikely that they can leave until that's taken care of. His voice is soft and unsure at first when he speaks again. "Take off your shirt." Followed by a less firm: "Please."
Dang, dude. Right to the point, huh? Alright, fair, she can respect that.
"Beats me. I don't recognize the herbs."
That's a worryingly carefree answer for someone actively amusing herself by trying (and failing) to make intact smoke rings float all the way to the roof, but Mayou doesn't seem all that bothered with twig's mystery origins in the first place. With the drug balanced in her fingers like some old timey cigarette holder, she gives Zoro a blatant once-over from head to toe, noting the subtle tension drawn taut in his posture like a drawn bowstring.
"It's not like you'll be missing out on much, you know? Trying to get any sleep with this racket going on is bound to be an exercise in futility." She nods at the interior of the room, lazy trails of twig winding up from many mouths, a mass of people with fever-bright eyes. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you're stuck here with the rest of us."
Zoro pauses at Mayou's initial response. "Are you someone who can recognize most herbs?" he asks, voice a little less abrupt. He needs to know how much stock he can put in her assessment.
He notices that she's checking out his suit (or so he thinks), which prompts him to notice what she's wearing. He assumes everyone here had received the same treatment, getting their outfits in that strange parking garage.
His eyes follow when she nods into the room, and the sight that greets him makes him want to partake even less. "Are you really enjoying yourself? Everyone there looks like a zombie." There's a slight distaste in his voice, because while he'd wanted an extra store of energy, he doesn't want it at the expense of his sharpness. "I'm looking for the exit," he adds after a moment, dropping his voice in case one of those obnoxious hands were lurking around. "Know where it is?"
"To a degree. I'm no botanist though." Mayou waggles the gently smoking twig in her fingers to illustrate her point. "Whatever's in here isn't something you'd find in a spice rack or a seasonal foraging basket; that's the extent of my knowledge."
HA HA yeah... totally 100% legitimate non suspiciously sourced clothing here! Mayou's scrounged together a wardrobe that suits her tastes, a cute dress that suits the 1920s art deco theme with tasteful gloves and shoes. Perfect for blending in with a wild party, in her humble opinion.
"It's either sit and be miserable for however long this going to last, or have a good time and accept the consequences. So yes, I'm going to enjoy myself." In moderation, naturally, but Mayou meets his scornful look with a raised eyebrow and more than a little amusement. Brash, judgemental... not making a good impression of yourself there, Zoro. Coming from her of all people, that's something. "Not a clue where an exit might be, sorry. Front door's off limits for sure - some kind of ward. Get too close and it shoves you back in."
Getting to her feet, she leaves the remaining two-thirds of twig in a nearby ashtray (boredom smoking... how relatable) and dusts off her dress with a few brisk pats. "Feel like checking out the employee-only areas? There might be an exit back there somewhere, or getting food delivered in would be a royal pain in the ass."
Well, he certainly sounds pleased with his own answer. Weiss, seated on the opposite end of the small table, doesn't outwardly react to it, but it certainly gets her to think of her own answer. She has several best friends and she wouldn't be able to choose just one, though saying something like "all together, they kind of add up to one best friend" feels like it'd get the hairs on her arms to stand from how embarrassing it sounds.
At the very least, the House seems to accept the answer, not yet marking him a loser.
"Alright then. Here I go," she announces as she stands up to get a closer look at the house of cards. It's one of the cards that's flat and sideways that she pokes to get it to jut out from the other end. So far so good! Once she's pulled it out successfully, she quickly sits back down to not disturb the pile of cards stacked upon each other. The farther she is, the better.
"What is the best prank you’ve experienced or planned? I can't say I've ever done anyth- oh!" She sounds excited now, even lifting a finger as she recalls one of her brightest ideas.
"My teammate told me to add five teaspoons of sugar in her coffee when I told her I'd make her a cup." She pauses. Wait for it... wait for it... She lets out a snicker before the kicker, "But I only put four!"
So evil! So dastardly! Truly a master of all pranks.
Truth be told, Zoro has never seen cards set up this way, nor has he ever heard of this game. Everything he knows about it, he's learning right now. He notices the way Weiss moves away after her turn and realizes she's doing it so as not to cause any accidents. Smart. Yeah, he's gonna copy that.
Zoro is used to overly excitable people thanks to his captain, so he listens politely as she works through her answer. He's usually good at being stoic, but an amused snort escapes him after hearing her conclusion. "You're an evil mastermind," he remarks, so deadpan that one might not be sure if he's being sarcastic. "Did she notice you stiffed her?"
He waits until she responds to take his turn, more out of an abundance of caution than anything else. He's worried he'll fuck up the cards if he's talking carelessly too close to the fragile structure. It's the kind of thing he'd do.
There's a small frown on his brow the next time he approaches the house. He isn't exactly a master strategist; more of a hammer, plowing through things with brute force. Only two cards down and this whole house looks like it could collapse, so he stares at it for a few seconds to identify any cards that might not be load bearing. Or whatever the right term for it is.
He's holding his breath as he pulls out another one of the top cards. He doesn't know how, but the whole thing doesn't come crashing down. He takes a few steps back from the table, staring at the card for a second before reading it out loud. "What do you miss the most in the world right now?" He barely has to think about it before answering: "My swords." Then he's sitting again, waiting unobtrusively for Weiss to take her next turn.
Deadpan or not, Weiss takes it as a compliment. So much so that if she were a cat, she'd be preening right about now, puffing her chest as if she's just licked her fur clean and is presenting herself to praise and pets.
"Why, thank you!" She even feels good enough to relax a little and lower her guard, crossing her legs and all. "She didn't notice it at all, but I'm pretty sure her taste buds are all damaged from all the sugar she eats." While she's happy to talk more about how silly her friends can be, she also understands that they're playing a game. She gestures back to the stack of cards at their centre so that her playmate can get back to it. This time around, she watches his every move, eyes focused on his hand and how it affects the tower before them.
"You can get it back," she says as she shifts in her seat before getting back up. "Your swords, I mean. Or you can find other ones here, depending on your rank."
It's only the second card for her, but it's a lot more challenging now that it's her turn again. It's a card by the edge that she takes yet, and for the brief moment after she does? The remaining cards begin to wobble, coming to a stop a second or two after. Weiss' heart might have stopped for a minute there, and wide blue eyes that make her look like she's about to pass out seek Zoro's. No, she doesn't say anything as she backs away, but he can probably tell that she's freaking out internally. It's only once she's seated again that her attention shifts to the card.
"If you were a sex toy, what would you be?" It is a question that she reads aloud with full confidence, until she realises what the heck that question even was. It's too late when she does. "Wait- what kind of stupid question is this?!"
Once everyone figured out how deeply, incredibly bad Luffy is at lying even for a game, he's been discouraged from venturing into the casino on his own... but even if attendance to the party hadn't been mandatory, neither hell nor high water would have kept him out with so to eat on offer. He could smell it from floors away, and the siren song of seemingly unlimited food is probably the only thing capable of stopping him from complaining too much about the black tie requirements for the party.
He's not happy about not being able to wear his beloved old straw hat of course, but he figures he'll be able to sneak out for it later. (He always has been chronically overconfident.)
Regardless, when Zoro first surveys the room, Luffy is off wandering the game rooms with his (probably 3rd or 4th) giant plate of food, but he runs out quickly enough that he's back near the buffet tables for another refill before the swordsman can get his answer from whichever intrepid partygoer he was interrogating about the suspicious twig. Luffy himself is dressed in a suit as well, which sports an array of colorful beads in swirling patterns just as loud as he is, though he has admittedly already broken and lost a few by being clumsy and very enthusiastic about the party going on.
Luckily Zoro is awfully hard to miss, even without his swords—the head of green hair is a bit of a dead giveaway—so Luffy stops mid-step, shoves his mostly empty plate into the hands of a random guest who was just trying to mind their own business, and bellows "ZORO!!!" at the top of his lungs like that's not incredibly rude in a room full of people. He then immediately launches himself at Zoro, yanking his First Mate into a rubbery, super-strong hug with no mercy for the cool guy persona he's got going on, so sorry Zoro. This is your life now. "You're here!! I can't believe it!" He beams when he lets Zoro go to rock back onto the heels of his feet, barely resisting the urge to keep touching because he's been spoiled by how handsy he's allowed to be in this place. "You should eat! The food is good. Well, it's okay. It's not Sanji's, but there's a lot of it!" Of course that's what he'd think to say first.
Zoro doesn't startle easily, but for a half-second he's absolutely shocked to hear his name in this strange new place. He would think he's under attack if he doesn't also recognize that very distinctive bellow, nevermind the unmistakeable vice grip of a signature Luffy hug, complete with the threat of suffocation. "Luffy," he says, cheeks red and flustered from some of the attention they're drawing - he'd wanted to be incognito, or at least as incognito as he could be while silently picking randos to interrogate.
This is better, though. Luffy's here, and maybe he has some intel. Zoro clears his throat, straightening out his suit, briefly distracted by seeing his captain in something besides his usual casual attire. "I can't believe you're here, too. I thought I was the only one..." He shakes his head, briefly glancing at the buffet tables all around. "You've been eating here? And you've been fine?" His eyes narrow suspiciously. This is the guy who downed a whole pot of blue, poisoned soup, after all. He's not sure he can trust his judgement about food safety.
Zoro looks surprised at the mention of their chef. "Sanji's here, too?" That's good. Very good. Not that he loves the guy, but the presence of another ally gives them a better chance of escaping. He takes Luffy by the elbow and guides him into (what he thinks is) a secluded corner so as not to be overheard. "What is this place, do you know? Who brought us here?"
"Yeah, of course I've been eating! Or I'd have died. It's been like, two months. Three?" Luffy squints, at the middle distance, trying to remember, but he's not exactly the Details Guy, so he gives up immediately. He's about to drag Zoro over to the buffet tables so he can eat and definitely not just so Luffy him can grab a casual fifth helping, but suddenly he's getting marched to a quiet corner by his poor, harried First Mate. He glances around like a tourist the whole walk over, somewhat ruining the effect, but he's just happy to have Zoro there and he can't stop grinning. "Sanji and Nami are here, and Shanks... and Bugsy!" He definitely shouldn't sound cheerful about the last (incorrect, admittedly) name on that list, but everything is water under the bridge for Luffy: he is chronically incapable of holding a grudge. And he's got renewed hope now of seeing Usopp next, so it's hard not to feel pretty optimistic. "Well, I haven't seen them here here, but I'm sure they'll come. Nami never misses a party!" There's too many fine folks to rob blind, obviously.
Then they're in the surprisingly quiet corner, and the other guests are politely looking away for the most part, because usually when a pair shuffles off to the fringes of a party in the Golden Peacock it is to do more than talk. Luffy blinks a bit like a deer in the headlights, mostly because he didn't expect the follow up questions: he certainly hadn't bothered to ask them himself, he'd just accepted the weird new adventure for whatever it happened to be, and, well... whatever Nami and Sanji tried to tell him about the place had gone in one ear and out the other. "Um," his eyes cut to the side, a bit like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "It's a mystery?" It is to him!!!
Then, in a rush like he's been holding it in: "You look really cool!" It is a very nice suit. "I missed you, Zoro." If he's not careful he's going to get hugged again, honestly.
Unless he knows the person, Shanks prefers going to bed alone. Especially because he doesn't, typically, wake up with his cloak on. The house wasn't so considerate to put it on him before tossing a stranger in his bed, either, so the empty left arm of the sleeve of his pajamas is rather obvious.
Fortunately, the paired up bed-mate seems more interested in the package contents. Shanks notices what Zoro keeps, then offers him another bottle of water. He would offer the bon-bons, but he's a bit of a chocolate fiend, and it's one of the few things he's selfish about.
"They are care items. The house tends to give stuff away, sometimes. How generous of you," Shanks remarks as he starts to collect the stuff Zoro doesn't want. "It's meant to help recover."
Perhaps Zoro doesn't need to, though. As for what happened last night, Shanks is pretty sure nothing, not with Zoro, at least. If anything did happen after he was moved, well, he doesn't remember anything.
"Of course. This is my room, though, so I'll be staying, if you don't mind. I'm Shanks, by the way. Your name?"
Zoro wakes up first, which gives him a little time to survey the room and determine that no, there isn't an imminent threat. He also gets the chance to take a good look at his companion without making it weird.
Once the other man is up, there seems to be a quiet understanding between them. They're just two dudes in the same odd situation; they can be chill. Zoro tends to be suspicious by nature, but over the last few days it's been tempered down to a healthy level of caution.
"Recover," he echoes, then nods. If this guy thinks it's all as simple and harmless as that, perhaps it's so. He's been trying to avoid consuming anything besides food, water, and alcohol the last few days, but it makes sense this would be provided for the other patrons. "Right."
Two things about his companion's next words surprise him: the first is that this is his room, which sounds frighteningly permanent (and how the hell did Zoro get here, too, then? He doesn't remember meeting him beforehand). The second and more pressing detail is his name; Luffy has talked (yelled) about his idol and the origins of his straw hat enough times that Zoro could never forget it, and really, how common of a name is — "Shanks?"
He turns to face him. "Luffy's Shanks?" He's met so many new people that apparently came from places he's never heard of that it feels strange to meet someone notorious in his inner circle.
If asked, Shanks would point out it's fair and wise to be cautious in this place. Especially since, sometimes, it's the food, the water and the booze one has to look out for. They can be spiked with aphrodisiacs.
The rooms are, sadly, long-term. Shanks refuses to call this situation permanent, but he's, officially, been there for a year.
"Indeed, though I've not been called that before." He's amused when he speaks. "I did know Luffy when he was younger."
More significantly, they made a very important promise to each other. And, apparently, Luffy talks about him, to his crew. Or other people. This could always be another person. But he's definitely not Sanji, or Nami, or Usopp. And other people from their world typically recognize Shanks another way, Red-Haired Shanks, rather than Luffy's Shanks.
"With the way you say that...are you from our world, then?"
Truthfully this was probably the worst idea possible for someone as emotionally raw and vulnerable as Reira, having lost both her young lover and the object of her decade long obsession within a short period of time. She had already made a mess of herself earlier, crying her heart out against one of the pool tables and making it clear she could not handle her twig [or any kind of drug] easily. Now though she was sick of sulking in her emotions, facing them and confronting them all over again. What she wanted was a distraction, even if it was with someone she loved or didn't care for at all. If it was a warm body with a pulse that didn't outright mistreat her-
she would make do.
This was a thought that ruminated in the back of her mind as she explored further into the casino and came across that alluring door that seemed to call to her. As she made her way inside, the scene unfolded before her like a wonderful dream, twirling and pulling her into a game of chance with a complete stranger. Only this game had questionably high stakes. As she received her card, she held it up towards the stranger who seemed to be the only one in the room.
"Ace of hearts, 11, dominant. Are you feeling lucky today? I'll be gentle if you want to try it out together?", her voice was soft and almost melodic as she approached him. She had already failed one of the games here, putting her in a bad position. She certainly didn't want to disappoint yet again.
Zoro is sitting in the room, washed up and lounging in an emerald robe after his prior encounter. The Lovers' Hideway proves to be somewhat of a refuge from the huge crowds; at least here he only needs to deal with one person at a time.
Most of the strangers he's met so far have either been aloof, some level of hostile, or otherwise condescending. There have been a few more pleasant interactions, but Reira is the first to seem so... soft. Zoro doesn't have the vocabulary for a better word. It therefore makes him grin when she assures him she'll be gentle, as he can't imagine she could be anything but.
He doesn't know anything about her, of course. He might be entirely wrong.
But there's nothing that sets off his alarms, and as he takes in her appearance, he can't deny that she's pleasing to the eye. "I haven't felt that lucky since I woke up in a car earlier." He says car like he just learned the word today (which he did). "But yeah. Let's try it out together." Trying to obtain that promised payout with a beautiful girl isn't the worst thing that can happen to him in this place.
His head tilts as he offers her a small smile. "How do you want me?"
When he spoke, it wasn’t hard to see he was a bit younger than her, but immediately she’s drawn to the fact that perhaps he was just as new here as she was. It was something she made a mental note of to inquire about later-
for now she stood before him still wearing the same outfit that she got dressed in when she entered the casino. A long black corset top dress, gold hoop earrings, and her long pink waved tied up in a loose and messy bun. She remained silent as he spoke, a smile on her face as excitement began to grow. She wasn’t inexperienced when it came to sex- far from it, but she was still rather new at dominating others. The best she had done was simply command things, but this room seemed to have items available that called for far more than just verbal orders. Whips, flogs, ball gags, paddled, leashes and collars. It was like a candy store for degeneracy.
So when he spoke, she held her hand out to him and replied. “Follow me, let’s pick out some things to use together. Considering I’m in charge, I’d love to see just how good you can be.” She certainly wasn’t going to hurt him at all or mistreat him, but she was going to do her best to take on the role of dominant. The payout was most tempting after all.
Normally? Buggy is eager to play these stupid games and feed his greed, maybe work his way up in this hellhole until he can figure out a way home. Normally, Buggy is all charming grins and jokes and flirty attempts at swaying people into what they need to do.
But the green hair gives him a pause.
"Give you my what?!" His head whips around, pigtails swaying with the gesture as his eyes narrow on the swordsman. Did he not realize who he was talking to? He hasn't forgotten Zoro trying to toss his head overboard on the Going Merry!
There's no mistaking that face. Zoro does, in fact, recognize who he's talking to, but he has bigger problems right now than Buggy's reservations.
"I don't want to kiss your elbow, but I need more chips. And do you see my swords anywhere!?" No really, did Buggy see them anywhere? Zoro is growing steadily more concerned the longer he goes without them. They're irreplaceable, after all.
He fixes a stare at the clown, then reaches over to turn one of the dice from 3 to 6.
Slap Elbow.
"How's that?" He begins flexing his fingers like he's getting ready to slap him regardless of his reponse.
Mitsuru isn't disarmed by the smile of the stranger sitting across from her so much as she is in just as much of a hurry to get this over with as he is. Honestly, yes, there were far worse options to roll... At least the dress she's wearing is sleeveless.
After a raised eyebrow and some consideration, the redhead holds out her arm across the table.
"As long as you aren't going to make this stranger than it already is."
She has been here over a year and she is yet to meet somebody with an elbow fetish but... you never know. Her expressions says as much. There were plenty of people in her Queen of Hearts' fan club who would actually jump at the chance to kiss her elbow. Not something she really wants to think about.
Zoro has no idea that Mitsuru holds such a prestigious rank at the Golden Peacock; in fact, he's hardly even aware of that social hierarchy just yet. All he knows about her are two things: 1) she's attractive, and 2) she's a little snooty. He has to snort at her words.
Still, it's refreshing to meet someone who seems equally intent on getting this over with as quickly as possible. "I'll try not to," he says dryly, getting up to move just as close as he needs to in order to reach her arm. His hand steadies her by the forearm, and he ducks down to place a careful peck on her elbow.
Strange, but not horrendous. He sits back down, nodding at the dice to indicate she can feel free to take her turn.
In contrast, Alice is still delusionally and willfully ignorant of the reality that this game was far more like a test than anything else. That's because she doesn't think it is reality, though. She slips into a slumber and wakes up in another world far too often not to assume this whole thing is a hallucination meant to distract her from her otherwise pitifully depressing life. The 1830s in London as a poor, orphaned, insane young woman isn't exactly luxurious.
It's hard to resist the pull of letting go when Alice is sure none of it is actually happening, anyway. There still remains a sliver of doubt, but she pushes it aside for alcohol, food, sex, and a drug that is apparently meant to keep her "awake" for days. If this is a dream, then she needs that to ensure it doesn't end, otherwise convinced she'll be back in her grungy flat as soon as her head hits the pillow.
There are plenty of ways to keep herself preoccupied in that time, one of which seems more like playful fun than anything too committal. She finds herself across from a familiar face, too, which feels like undeserved good fortune.
"As you wish," she tells him with an expression that is both amused and irked by his roll, her nose scrunching in playful disdain as she offers up her elbow for a kiss. It's lightheartedness is relieving, actually, and Alice feels herself relax despite that sliver of doubt that says this whole performance is just waiting for her guard to come down.
She rolls her dice as he finishes, eager to get through all four of her rounds with similarly light interactions. Wouldn't that be nice? Nah, says the dice.
Suck lips. Alice swallows her bubbling embarrassment to gently demand he close his eyes first. "This is technically our first kiss," she explains as she waits for him to consent and obey, and then steps forward until she's close enough to feel his body radiate warmly between them. She studies his face for a private moment while she's unperceived, her head tilted back at an angle due to her height, before her hands lift to gently press her fingers into either side of his jaw and she lifts herself onto her toes.
It allows her to close the gap and kiss him with intention, almost immediately wrapping both of her lips around his bottom one to suck it into her mouth and against her waiting tongue. She gives the same treatment to his upper lip a slow few seconds later, her body naturally swaying into his torso now, before she ends the encounter, goal achieved.
As she steps back, her grin is shy and proud all at the same time. "Not bad for a first time?"
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Roronoa Zoro ⚔️ One Piece Live Action ☠️ New Player
parking garage 💨 ii. i can sleep after i escape
phoenix casino hall — just a puff or two 🎲 iii. if you can't beat them (try harder)
game rooms — dirty dice 🃏 iv. it's just words, right?
game rooms — house of cards 🏩 v. hot for teacher
game rooms — 1 or 11 🥞 vi. breakfast in bed
hangover aftercare ! wildcard & ooc
open to all!
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So he's already out of his comfort zone when he comes into contact with a new stranger that's apparently drawn a submissive card. He clears his throat to get his attention as he approaches, looking them up and down behind dark sunglasses. Maybe a little on the younger side, but seems like he's seen some shit in his life that has given him a bit more of a mature demeanor--or Rude could be completely misreading the guy.
"Have you done this kind of thing before?" he gestures vaguely to all the bdsm equipment around them to choose from.
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Rude arrives before he has enough time to consider making a hasty retreat.
Zoro clears his throat, looking him up and down in return. A grin curls at the corner of his lips when the older man asks a direct question instead of lingering on awkward greetings. "I've been tortured before, but I didn't get off on it." He shrugs, like this is normal information to casually drop at first meeting. "Not that that was their goal..." He trails off, taking a closer look at some of the equipment before turning his eyes back to Rude. "Have you?"
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"I haven't, but like you, I've had to endure torture--which is very different from this."
He doesn't know exactly what the stranger likes, or if he'll be able to arouse him at all, but from what he's been told and what he's experienced so far, it's unlikely that they can leave until that's taken care of. His voice is soft and unsure at first when he speaks again. "Take off your shirt." Followed by a less firm: "Please."
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"Beats me. I don't recognize the herbs."
That's a worryingly carefree answer for someone actively amusing herself by trying (and failing) to make intact smoke rings float all the way to the roof, but Mayou doesn't seem all that bothered with twig's mystery origins in the first place. With the drug balanced in her fingers like some old timey cigarette holder, she gives Zoro a blatant once-over from head to toe, noting the subtle tension drawn taut in his posture like a drawn bowstring.
"It's not like you'll be missing out on much, you know? Trying to get any sleep with this racket going on is bound to be an exercise in futility." She nods at the interior of the room, lazy trails of twig winding up from many mouths, a mass of people with fever-bright eyes. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you're stuck here with the rest of us."
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He notices that she's checking out his suit (or so he thinks), which prompts him to notice what she's wearing. He assumes everyone here had received the same treatment, getting their outfits in that strange parking garage.
His eyes follow when she nods into the room, and the sight that greets him makes him want to partake even less. "Are you really enjoying yourself? Everyone there looks like a zombie." There's a slight distaste in his voice, because while he'd wanted an extra store of energy, he doesn't want it at the expense of his sharpness. "I'm looking for the exit," he adds after a moment, dropping his voice in case one of those obnoxious hands were lurking around. "Know where it is?"
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HA HA yeah... totally 100% legitimate non suspiciously sourced clothing here! Mayou's scrounged together a wardrobe that suits her tastes, a cute dress that suits the 1920s art deco theme with tasteful gloves and shoes. Perfect for blending in with a wild party, in her humble opinion.
"It's either sit and be miserable for however long this going to last, or have a good time and accept the consequences. So yes, I'm going to enjoy myself." In moderation, naturally, but Mayou meets his scornful look with a raised eyebrow and more than a little amusement. Brash, judgemental... not making a good impression of yourself there, Zoro. Coming from her of all people, that's something. "Not a clue where an exit might be, sorry. Front door's off limits for sure - some kind of ward. Get too close and it shoves you back in."
Getting to her feet, she leaves the remaining two-thirds of twig in a nearby ashtray (boredom smoking... how relatable) and dusts off her dress with a few brisk pats. "Feel like checking out the employee-only areas? There might be an exit back there somewhere, or getting food delivered in would be a royal pain in the ass."
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At the very least, the House seems to accept the answer, not yet marking him a loser.
"Alright then. Here I go," she announces as she stands up to get a closer look at the house of cards. It's one of the cards that's flat and sideways that she pokes to get it to jut out from the other end. So far so good! Once she's pulled it out successfully, she quickly sits back down to not disturb the pile of cards stacked upon each other. The farther she is, the better.
"What is the best prank you’ve experienced or planned? I can't say I've ever done anyth- oh!" She sounds excited now, even lifting a finger as she recalls one of her brightest ideas.
"My teammate told me to add five teaspoons of sugar in her coffee when I told her I'd make her a cup." She pauses. Wait for it... wait for it... She lets out a snicker before the kicker, "But I only put four!"
So evil! So dastardly! Truly a master of all pranks.
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Zoro is used to overly excitable people thanks to his captain, so he listens politely as she works through her answer. He's usually good at being stoic, but an amused snort escapes him after hearing her conclusion. "You're an evil mastermind," he remarks, so deadpan that one might not be sure if he's being sarcastic. "Did she notice you stiffed her?"
He waits until she responds to take his turn, more out of an abundance of caution than anything else. He's worried he'll fuck up the cards if he's talking carelessly too close to the fragile structure. It's the kind of thing he'd do.
There's a small frown on his brow the next time he approaches the house. He isn't exactly a master strategist; more of a hammer, plowing through things with brute force. Only two cards down and this whole house looks like it could collapse, so he stares at it for a few seconds to identify any cards that might not be load bearing. Or whatever the right term for it is.
He's holding his breath as he pulls out another one of the top cards. He doesn't know how, but the whole thing doesn't come crashing down. He takes a few steps back from the table, staring at the card for a second before reading it out loud. "What do you miss the most in the world right now?" He barely has to think about it before answering: "My swords." Then he's sitting again, waiting unobtrusively for Weiss to take her next turn.
she's a mess i'm sorry
"Why, thank you!" She even feels good enough to relax a little and lower her guard, crossing her legs and all. "She didn't notice it at all, but I'm pretty sure her taste buds are all damaged from all the sugar she eats." While she's happy to talk more about how silly her friends can be, she also understands that they're playing a game. She gestures back to the stack of cards at their centre so that her playmate can get back to it. This time around, she watches his every move, eyes focused on his hand and how it affects the tower before them.
"You can get it back," she says as she shifts in her seat before getting back up. "Your swords, I mean. Or you can find other ones here, depending on your rank."
It's only the second card for her, but it's a lot more challenging now that it's her turn again. It's a card by the edge that she takes yet, and for the brief moment after she does? The remaining cards begin to wobble, coming to a stop a second or two after. Weiss' heart might have stopped for a minute there, and wide blue eyes that make her look like she's about to pass out seek Zoro's. No, she doesn't say anything as she backs away, but he can probably tell that she's freaking out internally. It's only once she's seated again that her attention shifts to the card.
"If you were a sex toy, what would you be?" It is a question that she reads aloud with full confidence, until she realises what the heck that question even was. It's too late when she does. "Wait- what kind of stupid question is this?!"
never be sorry for that!!
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He's not happy about not being able to wear his beloved old straw hat of course, but he figures he'll be able to sneak out for it later. (He always has been chronically overconfident.)
Regardless, when Zoro first surveys the room, Luffy is off wandering the game rooms with his (probably 3rd or 4th) giant plate of food, but he runs out quickly enough that he's back near the buffet tables for another refill before the swordsman can get his answer from whichever intrepid partygoer he was interrogating about the suspicious twig. Luffy himself is dressed in a suit as well, which sports an array of colorful beads in swirling patterns just as loud as he is, though he has admittedly already broken and lost a few by being clumsy and very enthusiastic about the party going on.
Luckily Zoro is awfully hard to miss, even without his swords—the head of green hair is a bit of a dead giveaway—so Luffy stops mid-step, shoves his mostly empty plate into the hands of a random guest who was just trying to mind their own business, and bellows "ZORO!!!" at the top of his lungs like that's not incredibly rude in a room full of people. He then immediately launches himself at Zoro, yanking his First Mate into a rubbery, super-strong hug with no mercy for the cool guy persona he's got going on, so sorry Zoro. This is your life now. "You're here!! I can't believe it!" He beams when he lets Zoro go to rock back onto the heels of his feet, barely resisting the urge to keep touching because he's been spoiled by how handsy he's allowed to be in this place. "You should eat! The food is good. Well, it's okay. It's not Sanji's, but there's a lot of it!" Of course that's what he'd think to say first.
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This is better, though. Luffy's here, and maybe he has some intel. Zoro clears his throat, straightening out his suit, briefly distracted by seeing his captain in something besides his usual casual attire. "I can't believe you're here, too. I thought I was the only one..." He shakes his head, briefly glancing at the buffet tables all around. "You've been eating here? And you've been fine?" His eyes narrow suspiciously. This is the guy who downed a whole pot of blue, poisoned soup, after all. He's not sure he can trust his judgement about food safety.
Zoro looks surprised at the mention of their chef. "Sanji's here, too?" That's good. Very good. Not that he loves the guy, but the presence of another ally gives them a better chance of escaping. He takes Luffy by the elbow and guides him into (what he thinks is) a secluded corner so as not to be overheard. "What is this place, do you know? Who brought us here?"
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Then they're in the surprisingly quiet corner, and the other guests are politely looking away for the most part, because usually when a pair shuffles off to the fringes of a party in the Golden Peacock it is to do more than talk. Luffy blinks a bit like a deer in the headlights, mostly because he didn't expect the follow up questions: he certainly hadn't bothered to ask them himself, he'd just accepted the weird new adventure for whatever it happened to be, and, well... whatever Nami and Sanji tried to tell him about the place had gone in one ear and out the other. "Um," his eyes cut to the side, a bit like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "It's a mystery?" It is to him!!!
Then, in a rush like he's been holding it in: "You look really cool!" It is a very nice suit. "I missed you, Zoro." If he's not careful he's going to get hugged again, honestly.
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vi. breakfast in bed - lmk if this works
Fortunately, the paired up bed-mate seems more interested in the package contents. Shanks notices what Zoro keeps, then offers him another bottle of water. He would offer the bon-bons, but he's a bit of a chocolate fiend, and it's one of the few things he's selfish about.
"They are care items. The house tends to give stuff away, sometimes. How generous of you," Shanks remarks as he starts to collect the stuff Zoro doesn't want. "It's meant to help recover."
Perhaps Zoro doesn't need to, though. As for what happened last night, Shanks is pretty sure nothing, not with Zoro, at least. If anything did happen after he was moved, well, he doesn't remember anything.
"Of course. This is my room, though, so I'll be staying, if you don't mind. I'm Shanks, by the way. Your name?"
this works 💖!
Once the other man is up, there seems to be a quiet understanding between them. They're just two dudes in the same odd situation; they can be chill. Zoro tends to be suspicious by nature, but over the last few days it's been tempered down to a healthy level of caution.
"Recover," he echoes, then nods. If this guy thinks it's all as simple and harmless as that, perhaps it's so. He's been trying to avoid consuming anything besides food, water, and alcohol the last few days, but it makes sense this would be provided for the other patrons. "Right."
Two things about his companion's next words surprise him: the first is that this is his room, which sounds frighteningly permanent (and how the hell did Zoro get here, too, then? He doesn't remember meeting him beforehand). The second and more pressing detail is his name; Luffy has talked (yelled) about his idol and the origins of his straw hat enough times that Zoro could never forget it, and really, how common of a name is — "Shanks?"
He turns to face him. "Luffy's Shanks?" He's met so many new people that apparently came from places he's never heard of that it feels strange to meet someone notorious in his inner circle.
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The rooms are, sadly, long-term. Shanks refuses to call this situation permanent, but he's, officially, been there for a year.
"Indeed, though I've not been called that before." He's amused when he speaks. "I did know Luffy when he was younger."
More significantly, they made a very important promise to each other. And, apparently, Luffy talks about him, to his crew. Or other people. This could always be another person. But he's definitely not Sanji, or Nami, or Usopp. And other people from their world typically recognize Shanks another way, Red-Haired Shanks, rather than Luffy's Shanks.
"With the way you say that...are you from our world, then?"
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— hot for teacher
she would make do.
This was a thought that ruminated in the back of her mind as she explored further into the casino and came across that alluring door that seemed to call to her. As she made her way inside, the scene unfolded before her like a wonderful dream, twirling and pulling her into a game of chance with a complete stranger. Only this game had questionably high stakes. As she received her card, she held it up towards the stranger who seemed to be the only one in the room.
"Ace of hearts, 11, dominant. Are you feeling lucky today? I'll be gentle if you want to try it out together?", her voice was soft and almost melodic as she approached him. She had already failed one of the games here, putting her in a bad position. She certainly didn't want to disappoint yet again.
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Most of the strangers he's met so far have either been aloof, some level of hostile, or otherwise condescending. There have been a few more pleasant interactions, but Reira is the first to seem so... soft. Zoro doesn't have the vocabulary for a better word. It therefore makes him grin when she assures him she'll be gentle, as he can't imagine she could be anything but.
He doesn't know anything about her, of course. He might be entirely wrong.
But there's nothing that sets off his alarms, and as he takes in her appearance, he can't deny that she's pleasing to the eye. "I haven't felt that lucky since I woke up in a car earlier." He says car like he just learned the word today (which he did). "But yeah. Let's try it out together." Trying to obtain that promised payout with a beautiful girl isn't the worst thing that can happen to him in this place.
His head tilts as he offers her a small smile. "How do you want me?"
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for now she stood before him still wearing the same outfit that she got dressed in when she entered the casino. A long black corset top dress, gold hoop earrings, and her long pink waved tied up in a loose and messy bun. She remained silent as he spoke, a smile on her face as excitement began to grow. She wasn’t inexperienced when it came to sex- far from it, but she was still rather new at dominating others. The best she had done was simply command things, but this room seemed to have items available that called for far more than just verbal orders. Whips, flogs, ball gags, paddled, leashes and collars. It was like a candy store for degeneracy.
So when he spoke, she held her hand out to him and replied. “Follow me, let’s pick out some things to use together. Considering I’m in charge, I’d love to see just how good you can be.” She certainly wasn’t going to hurt him at all or mistreat him, but she was going to do her best to take on the role of dominant. The payout was most tempting after all.
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But the green hair gives him a pause.
"Give you my what?!" His head whips around, pigtails swaying with the gesture as his eyes narrow on the swordsman. Did he not realize who he was talking to? He hasn't forgotten Zoro trying to toss his head overboard on the Going Merry!
"No way, Champ, you'll try to cut it off!"
Not that cutting hurts him...
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"I don't want to kiss your elbow, but I need more chips. And do you see my swords anywhere!?" No really, did Buggy see them anywhere? Zoro is growing steadily more concerned the longer he goes without them. They're irreplaceable, after all.
He fixes a stare at the clown, then reaches over to turn one of the dice from 3 to 6.
Slap Elbow.
"How's that?" He begins flexing his fingers like he's getting ready to slap him regardless of his reponse.
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After a raised eyebrow and some consideration, the redhead holds out her arm across the table.
"As long as you aren't going to make this stranger than it already is."
She has been here over a year and she is yet to meet somebody with an elbow fetish but... you never know. Her expressions says as much. There were plenty of people in her Queen of Hearts' fan club who would actually jump at the chance to kiss her elbow. Not something she really wants to think about.
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Still, it's refreshing to meet someone who seems equally intent on getting this over with as quickly as possible. "I'll try not to," he says dryly, getting up to move just as close as he needs to in order to reach her arm. His hand steadies her by the forearm, and he ducks down to place a careful peck on her elbow.
Strange, but not horrendous. He sits back down, nodding at the dice to indicate she can feel free to take her turn.
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It's hard to resist the pull of letting go when Alice is sure none of it is actually happening, anyway. There still remains a sliver of doubt, but she pushes it aside for alcohol, food, sex, and a drug that is apparently meant to keep her "awake" for days. If this is a dream, then she needs that to ensure it doesn't end, otherwise convinced she'll be back in her grungy flat as soon as her head hits the pillow.
There are plenty of ways to keep herself preoccupied in that time, one of which seems more like playful fun than anything too committal. She finds herself across from a familiar face, too, which feels like undeserved good fortune.
"As you wish," she tells him with an expression that is both amused and irked by his roll, her nose scrunching in playful disdain as she offers up her elbow for a kiss. It's lightheartedness is relieving, actually, and Alice feels herself relax despite that sliver of doubt that says this whole performance is just waiting for her guard to come down.
She rolls her dice as he finishes, eager to get through all four of her rounds with similarly light interactions. Wouldn't that be nice? Nah, says the dice.
Suck lips. Alice swallows her bubbling embarrassment to gently demand he close his eyes first. "This is technically our first kiss," she explains as she waits for him to consent and obey, and then steps forward until she's close enough to feel his body radiate warmly between them. She studies his face for a private moment while she's unperceived, her head tilted back at an angle due to her height, before her hands lift to gently press her fingers into either side of his jaw and she lifts herself onto her toes.
It allows her to close the gap and kiss him with intention, almost immediately wrapping both of her lips around his bottom one to suck it into her mouth and against her waiting tongue. She gives the same treatment to his upper lip a slow few seconds later, her body naturally swaying into his torso now, before she ends the encounter, goal achieved.
As she steps back, her grin is shy and proud all at the same time. "Not bad for a first time?"
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