【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
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.
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's January event.
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▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
(honestly, she might have kicked her if she said anything too out of pocket. but that's just texas. she's always like that, nobody is safe from her almost giving them an ass kicking for some manner of commentary. not her friends (well, the emperor is safe with sora) or anyone else that made that mistake to cause her to grab them by the ear and leave. exusiai is living proof that someone can sound dumb enough to make texas of all people react in what she does, or what she says, since cellinia has done this to her often. more than most would give her credit for.)
Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
[ well now that's a question w doesn't even have to answer, save for the dark little giggle it rouses from her in the first place. there's no mistaking the way that w eyes her, even from this low, nearly-prone angle: there's trouble enough for far more than a week in that gaze, a deep thrill that shows no signs of overstaying its welcome. she's only just begun, after all; if this is to become a nightmare, there's no telling where it'll lead them in the end.
for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]
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Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
she'll definitely not be forgetting this.)
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for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]