【 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.
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[ ... okay. He's not going to say anything about it, but he sure did notice that little squeak, so note taken -- warn her about anything he's going to do, even if it's something harmless.
She really is pretty green to all this, huh. He can't help feeling a little concerned about how she's going to survive this place long-term. -- not like he cares? But just. On principle. ]
Oh. Uh. Sure. -- here.
[ He'd been briefly distracted by his thoughts, but Fuuta gives a nod when he realizes what the dice say. Then shifts in his chair, turning a little so she'll have easier access if she approaches; he even reaches up to scuff some of his hair out of the way, canting his head so his left ear's available for easy biting. ]
[ She'll endure it because she has to and maybe one day she'll develop a backbone or actual desires, but until that day comes, Fuuta can fuss over her without fussing over her because of course he isn't actually worried about her! It's just on principle. She understands.
But she has a game to accomplish, so when he offers her easier access, Hamel moves in closer and leans in (and down a bit, I'm sorry short king) to gently close her teeth over his earlobe. She didn't have to draw blood, or anything painful, so she'll count that as good before she lets go and leans back. ]
[ That tickled a bit more than he expected, actually. Fuuta is silent as he feels the gentle pressure of teeth against his ear, but from that close proximity, Hamel might note the way he huffs out a slightly stilted breath, brow tensing as he fights the urge to close his eyes. He can feel her breath tickle against his jaw before she retreats too, and he's suddenly, vividly aware of how nice she smells.
-- ugh! He's not going to think about it! He's not going to make this weird! ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, strange. It's a fucking stupid game is what it is.
[ Fuuta ends up rubbing at his face to try and hide the faint heat in his cheeks, but otherwise hurriedly reaches over to snatch the dice back up and chuck them against the tabletop. -- 'GRIND ON' 'THIGH.'
Sorry Hamel, he's just gonna freeze for a hot second as he stares at the results, then looks to her like he's expecting her to say something about it first. ]
[ Hamel gazes back at him, after staring at the dice.
Well.
I am very sorry to Fuuta, but she promised to commit to this and therefore she clears her throat. Hamel is not a coward, in the end, even though Fuuta must suffer for this. ]
[ Oh come on. A part of him might have been desperately hoping for her to blush and act flustered and look away shyly, because then he could have nobly volunteered to pass on his turn to avoid making her uncomfortable? But no, she just has to meet his gaze bravely, and, like, he can't be the one to back off like some sort of coward, so.
So. Clearly, he has no choice. ]
... y-yeah? [ His voice cracked a bit. Fuuta hurries to clear his throat, trying to pretend something was just caught for a moment. ] Yeah, just. Stay there.
[ Is his face red? His face feels red. His movements are stiff, too, when Fuuta gets to his feet and slouches forth, awkwardly bracing his hands against the back of Hamel's chair over his shoulders before shuffling his feet forward to ... straddle her legs. Not yet putting his weight down, and instead hovering for a little longer as he tries not to think about how mortifying a position this is.
His voice comes a little squeaky with nerves when he grits, ] -- you're sure you're okay with this? I ain't gonna do anything you're uncomfortable with, you know.
... Hilariously (for me), this does more to steady Hamel's nerves than anything, maybe out of concern. He looks uncomfortable and flushed, and after a few seconds of studying him and the way his posture all but screams that he's Going Through It, she gently brushes her knuckles over one flushed cheek. ]
I meant it, when I said I trusted you. But I also don't want you to do anything you aren't okay with, so you don't have to do this if you'd rather not.
[ She says after he's already put himself in this position, instead of immediately. Sorry, Fuuta. ]
[ No! That doesn't help at all!!! Fuuta stiffens slightly when her hand reaches up, the flush in his cheeks deepning at the soft lilt of her words. But ultimately -- she didn't say she doesn't want it. And if she said she trusts him, the last thing he wants to do is go back on his word and come across as some sort of spineless coward.
Obviously, he needs to forge on. ]
It's fine, okay. It's fine. ... s'fine. So. [ Deep breath. ] Just ... sit still for a second, alright.
[ And then, head ducked to avoid looking at her, he awkwardly wedges a leg between hers so he's only straddling one of her thighs and ... well, grinds on it. It's not very sexy at all! His legs are a little wobbly from hovering his weight to keep from like, just, sitting on her, and his movements are stiff, his grip pale-knuckled at the back of her chair to keep himself balanced, but. You know. He does the thing. And after five, ten agonizing seconds (which surely must be enough???) he stumbles back and hastily scrunches himself back in his chair. ]
Poor, poor Fuuta. Hamel isn't exactly sure how to help here, except to sit Perfectly Still, which is also not proper behavior for a good grinding session, but they're clearly both awkward with this. Ten seconds feels like forever.
But it's over and done with and Fuuta hasn't lost (she's forgotten the point of the game), so Hamel exhales very quietly and gives the dice a roll.
... Landing with 'KISS' and 'CHEST', and she has to ponder that for a moment with furrowed brows. Kiss his chest? Over his shirt? Does the shirt need to be removed?? ]
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She really is pretty green to all this, huh. He can't help feeling a little concerned about how she's going to survive this place long-term. -- not like he cares? But just. On principle. ]
Oh. Uh. Sure. -- here.
[ He'd been briefly distracted by his thoughts, but Fuuta gives a nod when he realizes what the dice say. Then shifts in his chair, turning a little so she'll have easier access if she approaches; he even reaches up to scuff some of his hair out of the way, canting his head so his left ear's available for easy biting. ]
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But she has a game to accomplish, so when he offers her easier access, Hamel moves in closer and leans in (and down a bit, I'm sorry short king) to gently close her teeth over his earlobe. She didn't have to draw blood, or anything painful, so she'll count that as good before she lets go and leans back. ]
... What a strange game.
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-- ugh! He's not going to think about it! He's not going to make this weird! ]
Y-yeah. Yeah, strange. It's a fucking stupid game is what it is.
[ Fuuta ends up rubbing at his face to try and hide the faint heat in his cheeks, but otherwise hurriedly reaches over to snatch the dice back up and chuck them against the tabletop. -- 'GRIND ON' 'THIGH.'
Sorry Hamel, he's just gonna freeze for a hot second as he stares at the results, then looks to her like he's expecting her to say something about it first. ]
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Well.
I am very sorry to Fuuta, but she promised to commit to this and therefore she clears her throat. Hamel is not a coward, in the end, even though Fuuta must suffer for this. ]
Is it easier for you if I stay sitting?
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So. Clearly, he has no choice. ]
... y-yeah? [ His voice cracked a bit. Fuuta hurries to clear his throat, trying to pretend something was just caught for a moment. ] Yeah, just. Stay there.
[ Is his face red? His face feels red. His movements are stiff, too, when Fuuta gets to his feet and slouches forth, awkwardly bracing his hands against the back of Hamel's chair over his shoulders before shuffling his feet forward to ... straddle her legs. Not yet putting his weight down, and instead hovering for a little longer as he tries not to think about how mortifying a position this is.
His voice comes a little squeaky with nerves when he grits, ] -- you're sure you're okay with this? I ain't gonna do anything you're uncomfortable with, you know.
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... Hilariously (for me), this does more to steady Hamel's nerves than anything, maybe out of concern. He looks uncomfortable and flushed, and after a few seconds of studying him and the way his posture all but screams that he's Going Through It, she gently brushes her knuckles over one flushed cheek. ]
I meant it, when I said I trusted you. But I also don't want you to do anything you aren't okay with, so you don't have to do this if you'd rather not.
[ She says after he's already put himself in this position, instead of immediately. Sorry, Fuuta. ]
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Obviously, he needs to forge on. ]
It's fine, okay. It's fine. ... s'fine. So. [ Deep breath. ] Just ... sit still for a second, alright.
[ And then, head ducked to avoid looking at her, he awkwardly wedges a leg between hers so he's only straddling one of her thighs and ... well, grinds on it. It's not very sexy at all! His legs are a little wobbly from hovering his weight to keep from like, just, sitting on her, and his movements are stiff, his grip pale-knuckled at the back of her chair to keep himself balanced, but. You know. He does the thing. And after five, ten agonizing seconds (which surely must be enough???) he stumbles back and hastily scrunches himself back in his chair. ]
-- your turn.
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A thing.
Poor, poor Fuuta. Hamel isn't exactly sure how to help here, except to sit Perfectly Still, which is also not proper behavior for a good grinding session, but they're clearly both awkward with this. Ten seconds feels like forever.
But it's over and done with and Fuuta hasn't lost (she's forgotten the point of the game), so Hamel exhales very quietly and gives the dice a roll.
... Landing with 'KISS' and 'CHEST', and she has to ponder that for a moment with furrowed brows. Kiss his chest? Over his shirt? Does the shirt need to be removed?? ]
... Um. What would you prefer, in this case...?