【 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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▶ 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!
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[ hell no but did she did promise texas she'd be good. okay, she never actually promised that. she strongly implied that she'd be more amenable than usual. does it matter? no one would or honestly should believe that anyway and she sure as hell isn't doing a good job at it thus far. it's almost like she's just up to the same kind of shit as usual: getting herself into far more trouble than she ought to.
it's not fair that lappland has those beautiful slicing claws. her own nails skitter blunt and bitten across lappland's back, pressure more intimidate than harmful. she'll turn her face away petulantly at lappland's goading, but her quickened, shallow breathing betrays her. the thought of giving lappland something even bigger to tear her apart with opens a hollow in her gut she's not even sure how to endure.
her cunt is an embarrassing mess by the time lappland claps against it, so wet there's a creamy, unmistakable squelch when their flesh meets. w doesn't cry, but her whole body is seized by a sharp, relieved sob, her chest hopping high in the air just to be seized and tortured, her hips held in urgent, trembling offering when her tail is pulled so hard she sees stars. it still wraps lappland's wrist, that bristled, gnarly appendage of hers, holding her there just as tightly as w's holding on to her elsewhere.
where's her mouth now? forming the word 'please,' to her horror, which under no circumstances can be allowed to escape. she's far too well aware that this is the best she'll ever get it, rutting rough and dirty on some filthy floor, pain lashing through her body in quick, eager spasms, buried in and fucked by pussy so good she can't swallow up all her wretched, needy groans fast enough. it's so good her mouth forms the S and the hiss of that first consonant escapes, her lip buttoning stubbornly after. ]
[ well she'd sure like to see w's attempt at being good, if it includes sticking a bomb in lappland's mouth even if it was a dud. and even if it really turned her on. ... on second thought maybe she was being good after all.
anyway she'd sure felt how tight w was on her tongue and she could sure speculate how even much tighter her other hole might be but, not to worry, she'd go gentle! maybe. just maybe, if w might bite her tongue and ask her to slow down even with a big strap. or maybe crying would turn her on too much, because of course it would, begging and crying could do so much to gain favor with an unhinged beast. ]
Use your words, cogliona. [ her voice a casual snarl as she secures w's tail in her grip, letting the spines of it pierce into her fist, coiling it in her grasp as if it were a leash. ] You sure were demanding that I beg for you after you marched me here like some prisoner. Not that I didn't like it! Isn't it nice to just submit to your better, just like this~
[ maybe she does have an ego, on occasion. or maybe she has a bit of an upper hand after scraping the knife rather more ruthlessly in w's pussy than w did to her, though she'd treated her to that choking. she grinds hard and deliberate to w's cunt, rubbing her clit straight to... ah, she could sure fantasize of either w wetting her at least one more new and novel way in the future, or honestly she'd be far more inclined to do just that to her. she's a wolf after all. a lone wolf with no real territory, but just maybe she'd want to signal dominance and lift her leg over a devil.
one more pinch, then her fingers go to slide against w's mouth, try to pry it open to take ahold of her tongue, her claws near threaten to pierce. she moves w further to the ground, practically in missionary with her firmly on top, a growl in her throat. a mating position if she might get her hands on a cock to fuck with, or even if she doesn't. she likes to fuck either way but, ]
Let me guess, you're a size queen. You're the one who first brought up finding a big, girthy, massive... you want a nice fat wolf dick in you from me, volete questo dall'umile e dignitoso me. Say you do, say 'please knot me signora Lappland' and we'll spin that wheel for it.
But in the meantime you'll have to cum on me like this first. [ with every wet and filthy thrust of her hips to push their clits together, or rather as she tries to fuck hers into w's hole as best she can. she'll mate women just as dirty as she can. ]
[ what's nicer than giving people exactly what they ask for!! and the begging — that was lappland's idea too, the shirking of that blame onto her almost egregious enough for w to open up her mouth to protest as much. too bad all that leaves her mouth are those keening cries that keep rising in pitch the harder lappland rubs into her, the harder she pinches and the nastier her prospects become.
barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...
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it's not fair that lappland has those beautiful slicing claws. her own nails skitter blunt and bitten across lappland's back, pressure more intimidate than harmful. she'll turn her face away petulantly at lappland's goading, but her quickened, shallow breathing betrays her. the thought of giving lappland something even bigger to tear her apart with opens a hollow in her gut she's not even sure how to endure.
her cunt is an embarrassing mess by the time lappland claps against it, so wet there's a creamy, unmistakable squelch when their flesh meets. w doesn't cry, but her whole body is seized by a sharp, relieved sob, her chest hopping high in the air just to be seized and tortured, her hips held in urgent, trembling offering when her tail is pulled so hard she sees stars. it still wraps lappland's wrist, that bristled, gnarly appendage of hers, holding her there just as tightly as w's holding on to her elsewhere.
where's her mouth now? forming the word 'please,' to her horror, which under no circumstances can be allowed to escape. she's far too well aware that this is the best she'll ever get it, rutting rough and dirty on some filthy floor, pain lashing through her body in quick, eager spasms, buried in and fucked by pussy so good she can't swallow up all her wretched, needy groans fast enough. it's so good her mouth forms the S and the hiss of that first consonant escapes, her lip buttoning stubbornly after. ]
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anyway she'd sure felt how tight w was on her tongue and she could sure speculate how even much tighter her other hole might be but, not to worry, she'd go gentle! maybe. just maybe, if w might bite her tongue and ask her to slow down even with a big strap. or maybe crying would turn her on too much, because of course it would, begging and crying could do so much to gain favor with an unhinged beast. ]
Use your words, cogliona. [ her voice a casual snarl as she secures w's tail in her grip, letting the spines of it pierce into her fist, coiling it in her grasp as if it were a leash. ] You sure were demanding that I beg for you after you marched me here like some prisoner. Not that I didn't like it! Isn't it nice to just submit to your better, just like this~
[ maybe she does have an ego, on occasion. or maybe she has a bit of an upper hand after scraping the knife rather more ruthlessly in w's pussy than w did to her, though she'd treated her to that choking. she grinds hard and deliberate to w's cunt, rubbing her clit straight to... ah, she could sure fantasize of either w wetting her at least one more new and novel way in the future, or honestly she'd be far more inclined to do just that to her. she's a wolf after all. a lone wolf with no real territory, but just maybe she'd want to signal dominance and lift her leg over a devil.
one more pinch, then her fingers go to slide against w's mouth, try to pry it open to take ahold of her tongue, her claws near threaten to pierce. she moves w further to the ground, practically in missionary with her firmly on top, a growl in her throat. a mating position if she might get her hands on a cock to fuck with, or even if she doesn't. she likes to fuck either way but, ]
Let me guess, you're a size queen. You're the one who first brought up finding a big, girthy, massive... you want a nice fat wolf dick in you from me, volete questo dall'umile e dignitoso me. Say you do, say 'please knot me signora Lappland' and we'll spin that wheel for it.
But in the meantime you'll have to cum on me like this first. [ with every wet and filthy thrust of her hips to push their clits together, or rather as she tries to fuck hers into w's hole as best she can. she'll mate women just as dirty as she can. ]
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barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...