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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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[ The cliché is “I’ve woken up in stranger places”, but honestly, no. This is definitely the strangest of the bunch, and that’s a situation with some fierce competition, considering her line of work. However, what is familiar is being in the back of a police car. That’s also how all of her jobs end up at one point or another.
She’s awfully calm about all of it, though, even as she tries the door and finds it locked. With an appraising little hum, she shifts and plucks at her sheer robe as she appraises it and to hike it up in the back a little to give her tail more room to move. ]
for fellow newbies
[ Luckily, she’s not alone in here. Her new best friend is just on the other side of the separator, so she leans forward in her seat to the grate and taps at the plastic sliding window. ]
Hello, officer.
[ …Not that she actually thinks they are, considering they’re just as much in a state of undress. It would be funny if they were, though. ]
for passersby
[ Or maybe you’ve already escaped your car prison or are just wandering around the garage to see what’s up. Either way, the manual windows at least come down enough for Jane to call out, but alas, a police car doesn’t quite roll down enough for the person in the back to, you know. Maybe make an escape. ]
Hey there~ Help a girl out?
[ And she is very, very intentionally angling herself in such a way that the sheerness of her robe leaves nothing about her chest to the imagination. Look, if it takes appealing to peoples’ basic instincts, it works just fine. ]
ii. 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓷𝓸
[ It might not be over the top glam, but Jane just feels more comfortable not drowning herself in jewels. Otherwise, though? She has no problems with the dress code, since she doesn’t want to stand out too much. So she might not be drowning in bling, but the low-cut, high-slit dress still makes a strong first impression. She’s all confidence and presence as she takes a seat at the table with an elegant swish of her tail to get it out of the way to sit comfortably. ]
Hi.
[ Her voice is low and sultry, and after a moment of eye contact, she turns her attention down at the dice. She laughs a little to see the faces (that explains a lot), but reaches out with a manicured finger to roll one of them playfully. ]
Want to play?
iii. 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻
[ …Well. Considering the options on the wheel, how could she not give it a spin? It’s mostly just amusing to see what it might end up on. Honestly, she didn’t have any plans to use it so immediately, but as it turns out, them’s the rules.
So. It’s good luck that it’s her favorite. ♥
Whether they’d had a nice conversation and she’d casually asked or if they’d just been curious and/or eager right away, it leads to the same place. There’s a nice, private bedroom, and Jane stands in front of the mirror as she tightens a strap on her accompanying harness. The translucent purple dildo wiggles at the adjustment, and it’s easy to see that this is not the first time this woman has gotten strapped up.
She's briefly preoccupied with her own preparations, but she does feel her volunteer's eyes on her... So she looks their way with a sly smile. ]
Oh, I guess I should have asked. Have you done this before?
iv. 𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻
[ Or, if you’re in the mood for a more typical game, Jane is trying out the cards too. At least this one isn’t quite so charged, but she also can’t help but be interested in this one. She’s nosy, when it comes down to it.
Jane takes a card from the tower with delicate and deft care, and it barely wobbles from the disturbance. She watches it for just a moment more to make sure that doesn’t end the game, but satisfied, she looks at the card and reads it off. ]
“What skill do you believe everyone should possess, regardless of their profession?”
[ She reads it off, but then raises her hand towards her mouth thoughtfully. Jane at least takes this seriously enough, since so far, it’s nothing so sensitive that she feels like it’s better to lie. ]
…How to talk to people. Just being able to connect quickly will get you far in life. [ Though, having said that, she laughs lightly. ] Or just make strange situations like this easier.
𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
The generic toss me something else if none of these work/ooc notes! aka skitters in extremely late... not planning on apping this round (obviously) but giving jane a shot with some really excellent-for-her prompts to see if I might bring her next time! some notes/prefs:
— jane is bisexual with a moderate preference for women and strong preference for topping. ♥ — since it might not be clear in her icons, she's a rat kemonomimi, so she has cute mouse ears and a tail she's happy to tease with — 18+ for smut! — kinkwise, you can find my catchall prefs here. if something's not listed, I'm probably down for it! — otherwise if you have questions feel free to DM this journal
[ He'd deliberately chosen a table out of the way and started scrolling through his Watch to avoid drawing any attention, hoping to skate by for a while and get a few minutes of quiet to himself before getting dragged back into this mess of a party, and Fuuta can't help giving an exasperated little huff when someone takes the seat opposite him. Can nobody here read the room? Isn't he radiating blatant enough 'leave me alone' vibes?
At least he refrains from immediately saying anything shitty when he looks up to see who's claimed that seat. -- not a familiar face. But also, more importantly, she, uh, sure is a lot to look at. ]
... sure. [ He'd been quiet for a moment, cautiously looking her over, but Fuuta shifts to sits properly after a moment as he rests his arms on the tabletop and props his chin up on a hand. Is he a little intimidated by her aura? ... yes. But also, there's no way he's going to let that show, and so here Fuuta is, feigning casual to the best of his abilities. ] Guess I might as well, since the staff'll probably come bothering me if they see me sitting by myself too long. Those annoying assholes.
[ Wow, how charming! It's still just as growly and brusque when he adds, ]
[ ah, the miru scrunglies, how I’ve missed thee, ]
[ She’d absolutely noticed his vibes, and that’s also absolutely why she’d picked this table rather than any of the other more inviting ones. There was having fun, sure, but that’s not the only reason she’s being so easygoing with everything going on here. It doesn’t seem like this place is particularly dangerous, but it is new, so. There’s plenty to learn, right? And someone who isn’t playing along is much more likely to be honest, at least in her estimation.
…Though, getting that cautious look-over does make her smile with a little mischief in her eyes. She knows that her presence comes off strong (when she wants it to), and it’s a little cute to her when people treat her cautiously as a result. It’s probably the smart thing to do. ]
Oh, do they? How pushy…
[ Off to a good start already! She picks up the pair of dice and rolls them around in her hand a little bit as she takes a glance at more of the options. She can only hope for a good combination, considering some of them… But satisfied with more a glimpse, she closes her fist more tightly, gives it a shake, and lets the dice roll onto the table for— ]
…I was worried it might be something like that.
[ She comments casually with a little dry amusement in her voice as she looks at lucky number 12 and 8. What a combo… She looks back up to Fuuta, though her eyes drift to an ear. ]
That doesn’t sound very appealing to me, unless that’s something you’re into~
[ Her tone is teasing because she assumes not, but, hey. Who knows. People are into some colorful stuff. ]
[ I've exchanged my aggressive doberman for a yappy chihuahua but I promise you this one is just as wet and mangy as my last scrungly. :')
-- anyway, of course the dice spits out a result like that.
Fuuta's unsubtle about expressing his displeasure with that diceroll, a lip curling to reveal a sliver of jagged teeth as he gives a loud click of the tongue. ]
Do I look like I'm into that? Who the hell would get off on something like that? [ A glance up meets her gaze, and Fuuta's shoulders tense a touch when he realizes she's looking at his ear; he ends up reflexively leaning back in his seat a little, his body language giving away his discomfort even as he continues yapping away. ] Figures, though. I've had to play this before, you know. Half the results are stupid things like that -- 'sniff elbow' or 'bite knee'.
[ But hey, this works out in his favor, doesn't it? He's hardly a difficult book to read, and a trace of smug satisfaction creeps into his expression when he eagerly leans forward to snatch up the dice. ]
-- well, it's no skin off my back if you wanna skip your turn. Saves us the time of having to play more turns. Like, I'd be fine with it -- [ he needs to say, just in case there's any trace of doubt that he comes across as squeamish? he's not? he's so fine with it? He sounds soooo lofty and self-assured as he says this shit ] -- but if you don't wanna, then that's fine.
[ The dice rattle as he gives them a little shake in his hand. ]
[ me reading this tag and nodding as I now understand fuuta aggression ]
[The question might be rhetorical, but Jane hums thoughtfully as she wonders about that too. There are probably some species of Thiren that would work out for… But definitely not the two of them. It’s just an idle thought, and she laughs pleasantly, though it’s mostly at how he’s quick to shift his surly tune once the dice are in his hand. ]
I guess that’s what happens when you try and get creative this way. There’s only so many combinations that work for what’s intended~.
[ Personally, she probably would have limited it to six-sided die, but no, the mods are right, sorry Jane. Doubling it is funnier. She shifts to lean a bit more on the table, and her tail comes up to rest across her lap as neatly as if she were folding her hands there instead. ]
Sure, I’ll skip. Here’s hoping your luck is a little more… Well, I’ll just call it “sensible” in this case.
[ So roll he does. And once the dice come clattering to a halt, he leans over to read the results. ]
That's, uh ... 'kiss' 'elbow.' [ Well. Hard to tell if it's much more 'sensible' than 'grind on' 'ear,' but at least this one's easier to digest. There's a pause as Fuuta thinks it over, then he huffs a small exhale and gets to his feet. ] I'll do it.
[ It's not like he enjoys this game or anything. But he's not so well-off that he's going to pass up such an easy opportunity to snatch up some chips, especially since he needs to build some saving back up after the last month. And this roll is still a little ... annoying by virtue of being a 'kiss,' doing it to the elbow makes it meaningless, right? So this should be fine to do. Easy.
Fuuta shuffles forward to stand before Jane, bracing one hand against the table to lean against it, while holding the other out expectantly. ]
[ Hopefully Jane is into pegging much bigger people, cause she’s bagged a retired wrestler who is sitting on the edge of the bed, stripped down to his boxer briefs and.. yeah, he’s staring. Not only does Jane’s body language give off the fact she’s done this before and has caught Beowulf’s attention, but he’s distracted by that long tail that she has. It’s not uncommon in his city for people like Jane Doe to exist, but he’s certain he’s not ever seen someone like her before. By now, he knows not everybody here is from Canopy Kingdom, but the looks like she could be with those animal ears and tail.
To answer her question, though, no, he’s not ever done this before. Her question snaps him out of his daze and he’s not sure he heard all of that. Also.. what a hottie! Her looks alone are distracting. ]
Not even once, baby! How many times has it been for you?
[ Luckily, she is. ♥ Or, more technically, Jane is always pleased to run into a man who isn’t afraid of letting her do the work. She likes to be the top regardless, but she has to admit, men are generally a little more fun in this configuration. That slightly dazed look is obvious, and the way he snaps out of it makes her laugh. ]
Oh, I’m your first? How special.
[ Her tail moves in a graceful arc, almost tracing a figure eight in the air. She’s satisfied with how secure the harness is, so she moves a hand to the base of the dildo to hold it steady as she saunters closer. ]
A few times. [ Is that an understatement or true? It’s hard to tell, since she’s all confidence either way. ] You’re in good hands, don’t worry.
[ She doesn’t actually think he was worried about it, considering… But with another warm little laugh, she moves to sit in his lap so that her fake cock can press against his real one. ]
Let’s get you warmed up, then. Think you can take me without a problem?
[ Likewise, Beowulf has an overwhelming amount of confidence, so it’s nice to see the energy being even here. He can’t be annoyed at the way she laughs or holds herself like the big boss in the bedroom. He’s here for it. Gloat all you want, queen.
The rearrangement to having her on his lap is appreciated, and he spares no time placing his arms around her. ]
Are you kidding me? I’m 287 pounds of steel and sex appeal! Just try and break me. I’d love to see it.
[ Not to say she couldn’t, but maybe he’s giving her consent to be a little rough. After all, he’s a wrestler, so he’s used to being knocked around (wrestling is so gay.)
It shows that he’s a champion, though, muscles firm and tight beneath his skin and body hair. He’s got a lot of both, so hopefully Jane likes that too. He isn’t exactly one to brat out much, though. She will find he’s pleasantly compliant which may be surprising for someone with such an ego. ]
Let’s start with some sugar.
[ Just like that, he’s going to try and dip down to kiss her on the lips. ]
[The advantage to a roulette wheel-based game was that it became very easy to find others feeling extremely motivated to fulfill their prize conditions within that very generous four hour period. Jane hadn't even needed to ask... because Kiritsubo had been watching, standing to the side of the event space and tapping a long, elegant pipe against her lips in thought. The elegant, richly adorned lady seems to all too obviously be judging her choices. Not this one... Too meek... Too brash... A bad pairing of user and toy... A bit brutish...
And then... potentially just right.
Introductions don't come first. They come third, after the flirtatious opener and the actual proposition, on the way to the actual "bedroom". Kiritsubo. Jane. Cute name. Cute tail. It's the tail she's paying a bit more attention to at first as she makes her own preparations, shamelessly beginning to extricate herself from her gown in anticipation of needing to redress and rejoin the party sans stains for the remainder of its 168 hedonistic hours. She has one of her own, technically, pale and fluffy, but... not in the form she had crafted this morning. In lieu of the interest of an appendage, the heavy fabric falling to the floor in a heap around her heels reveals more of the colorful tattoos covering her arms, breasts, back, stomach, and even the tender flesh just above her mound, only her long pale legs left starkly uninked. In self-conscious echo of Jane's movements, her fingers trace where a harness might sit on her own hips, her emerald gaze lingering on the shape of the toy...
And then darting back up to the woman herself with a quirk in the corner of her crimson lips.]
I happen to have, yes.
[Kiritsubo never lies, and so she cannot even joke "a time or two", for in her centuries it's been far more than two... but she leaves the number unsaid in favor of taking a step free from the circle of her discarded gown (there had been no undergarments), moving to pick her small purse up from where she had placed it on the bedside table. Soft clicking sounds of nail on metal fastener change to metal on metal, and from the bag... she pulls out her own game toy.
A pair of realistic but bondage play-safe handcuffs that dangle shining from her fingers.]
Have you... ?
[She'd wager "yes" if she were a gambling woman. The question of which of them would be wearing them, though...]
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jane doe ; zenless zone zero ; new player
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At least he refrains from immediately saying anything shitty when he looks up to see who's claimed that seat. -- not a familiar face. But also, more importantly, she, uh, sure is a lot to look at. ]
... sure. [ He'd been quiet for a moment, cautiously looking her over, but Fuuta shifts to sits properly after a moment as he rests his arms on the tabletop and props his chin up on a hand. Is he a little intimidated by her aura? ... yes. But also, there's no way he's going to let that show, and so here Fuuta is, feigning casual to the best of his abilities. ] Guess I might as well, since the staff'll probably come bothering me if they see me sitting by myself too long. Those annoying assholes.
[ Wow, how charming! It's still just as growly and brusque when he adds, ]
You can go first.
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[ She’d absolutely noticed his vibes, and that’s also absolutely why she’d picked this table rather than any of the other more inviting ones. There was having fun, sure, but that’s not the only reason she’s being so easygoing with everything going on here. It doesn’t seem like this place is particularly dangerous, but it is new, so. There’s plenty to learn, right? And someone who isn’t playing along is much more likely to be honest, at least in her estimation.
…Though, getting that cautious look-over does make her smile with a little mischief in her eyes. She knows that her presence comes off strong (when she wants it to), and it’s a little cute to her when people treat her cautiously as a result. It’s probably the smart thing to do. ]
Oh, do they? How pushy…
[ Off to a good start already! She picks up the pair of dice and rolls them around in her hand a little bit as she takes a glance at more of the options. She can only hope for a good combination, considering some of them… But satisfied with more a glimpse, she closes her fist more tightly, gives it a shake, and lets the dice roll onto the table for— ]
…I was worried it might be something like that.
[ She comments casually with a little dry amusement in her voice as she looks at lucky number 12 and 8. What a combo… She looks back up to Fuuta, though her eyes drift to an ear. ]
That doesn’t sound very appealing to me, unless that’s something you’re into~
[ Her tone is teasing because she assumes not, but, hey. Who knows. People are into some colorful stuff. ]
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-- anyway, of course the dice spits out a result like that.
Fuuta's unsubtle about expressing his displeasure with that diceroll, a lip curling to reveal a sliver of jagged teeth as he gives a loud click of the tongue. ]
Do I look like I'm into that? Who the hell would get off on something like that? [ A glance up meets her gaze, and Fuuta's shoulders tense a touch when he realizes she's looking at his ear; he ends up reflexively leaning back in his seat a little, his body language giving away his discomfort even as he continues yapping away. ] Figures, though. I've had to play this before, you know. Half the results are stupid things like that -- 'sniff elbow' or 'bite knee'.
[ But hey, this works out in his favor, doesn't it? He's hardly a difficult book to read, and a trace of smug satisfaction creeps into his expression when he eagerly leans forward to snatch up the dice. ]
-- well, it's no skin off my back if you wanna skip your turn. Saves us the time of having to play more turns. Like, I'd be fine with it -- [ he needs to say, just in case there's any trace of doubt that he comes across as squeamish? he's not? he's so fine with it? He sounds soooo lofty and self-assured as he says this shit ] -- but if you don't wanna, then that's fine.
[ The dice rattle as he gives them a little shake in his hand. ]
My turn then.
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[The question might be rhetorical, but Jane hums thoughtfully as she wonders about that too. There are probably some species of Thiren that would work out for… But definitely not the two of them. It’s just an idle thought, and she laughs pleasantly, though it’s mostly at how he’s quick to shift his surly tune once the dice are in his hand. ]
I guess that’s what happens when you try and get creative this way. There’s only so many combinations that work for what’s intended~.
[ Personally, she probably would have limited it to six-sided die, but no, the mods are right, sorry Jane. Doubling it is funnier. She shifts to lean a bit more on the table, and her tail comes up to rest across her lap as neatly as if she were folding her hands there instead. ]
Sure, I’ll skip. Here’s hoping your luck is a little more… Well, I’ll just call it “sensible” in this case.
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That's, uh ... 'kiss' 'elbow.' [ Well. Hard to tell if it's much more 'sensible' than 'grind on' 'ear,' but at least this one's easier to digest. There's a pause as Fuuta thinks it over, then he huffs a small exhale and gets to his feet. ] I'll do it.
[ It's not like he enjoys this game or anything. But he's not so well-off that he's going to pass up such an easy opportunity to snatch up some chips, especially since he needs to build some saving back up after the last month. And this roll is still a little ... annoying by virtue of being a 'kiss,' doing it to the elbow makes it meaningless, right? So this should be fine to do. Easy.
Fuuta shuffles forward to stand before Jane, bracing one hand against the table to lean against it, while holding the other out expectantly. ]
Gimme your arm.
iii
To answer her question, though, no, he’s not ever done this before. Her question snaps him out of his daze and he’s not sure he heard all of that. Also.. what a hottie! Her looks alone are distracting. ]
Not even once, baby! How many times has it been for you?
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Oh, I’m your first? How special.
[ Her tail moves in a graceful arc, almost tracing a figure eight in the air. She’s satisfied with how secure the harness is, so she moves a hand to the base of the dildo to hold it steady as she saunters closer. ]
A few times. [ Is that an understatement or true? It’s hard to tell, since she’s all confidence either way. ] You’re in good hands, don’t worry.
[ She doesn’t actually think he was worried about it, considering… But with another warm little laugh, she moves to sit in his lap so that her fake cock can press against his real one. ]
Let’s get you warmed up, then. Think you can take me without a problem?
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The rearrangement to having her on his lap is appreciated, and he spares no time placing his arms around her. ]
Are you kidding me? I’m 287 pounds of steel and sex appeal! Just try and break me. I’d love to see it.
[ Not to say she couldn’t, but maybe he’s giving her consent to be a little rough. After all, he’s a wrestler, so he’s used to being knocked around (wrestling is so gay.)
It shows that he’s a champion, though, muscles firm and tight beneath his skin and body hair. He’s got a lot of both, so hopefully Jane likes that too. He isn’t exactly one to brat out much, though. She will find he’s pleasantly compliant which may be surprising for someone with such an ego. ]
Let’s start with some sugar.
[ Just like that, he’s going to try and dip down to kiss her on the lips. ]
for the ratio
And then... potentially just right.
Introductions don't come first. They come third, after the flirtatious opener and the actual proposition, on the way to the actual "bedroom". Kiritsubo. Jane. Cute name. Cute tail. It's the tail she's paying a bit more attention to at first as she makes her own preparations, shamelessly beginning to extricate herself from her gown in anticipation of needing to redress and rejoin the party sans stains for the remainder of its 168 hedonistic hours. She has one of her own, technically, pale and fluffy, but... not in the form she had crafted this morning. In lieu of the interest of an appendage, the heavy fabric falling to the floor in a heap around her heels reveals more of the colorful tattoos covering her arms, breasts, back, stomach, and even the tender flesh just above her mound, only her long pale legs left starkly uninked. In self-conscious echo of Jane's movements, her fingers trace where a harness might sit on her own hips, her emerald gaze lingering on the shape of the toy...
And then darting back up to the woman herself with a quirk in the corner of her crimson lips.]
I happen to have, yes.
[Kiritsubo never lies, and so she cannot even joke "a time or two", for in her centuries it's been far more than two... but she leaves the number unsaid in favor of taking a step free from the circle of her discarded gown (there had been no undergarments), moving to pick her small purse up from where she had placed it on the bedside table. Soft clicking sounds of nail on metal fastener change to metal on metal, and from the bag... she pulls out her own game toy.
A pair of realistic but bondage play-safe handcuffs that dangle shining from her fingers.]
Have you... ?
[She'd wager "yes" if she were a gambling woman. The question of which of them would be wearing them, though...]