【 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.
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[ she ponders over his words, still keeping her eyes narrowed on him. why would anyone want to pass on their turn when the stakes are this high, anyway? unless he's really just here for the love of the game. that makes more sense, especially with how willing she is to do whatever the dice says. he doesn't even have to do anything!
she growls from the back of her throat. then again, he did offer to skip his entirely, but somehow she doesn't trust that. it's probably a trick to lower her guard so that he can be a little ahead of her by rolling the dice himself. then she won't get that payout that she'll sorely need when her rank will be revealed once the house decides to check her in.
and so, with a sigh, she stands up from her seat and straddles his thigh, still glaring at him and making sure he's looking the fuck away. then, she places both her hands on his shoulders, and does one tentative rut on his leg.
that's... not so bad, actually. his cool skin permeating through his clothing helps somehow, and she does it again. and again, and again, closing her eyes and ducking her head low as she builds up a steady rhythm with her hips against his leg, even shifting backwards a little so that she's grinding fully against his kneecap. the friction is delicious from here, and at some point she's stopped looking at him and hides her face behind her bangs as she ducks her head low, her pants coming out in low, hot breaths with every undulation of her hips, and it doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon. ]
[The breath that roils in Ishamael's throat catches Charlie's ear. It prickles along the cusp; the sound of frustration entices him. He'd prefer to hear it close, a growl that he can feel as it purrs over his skin. This game may or may not indulge him, but proximity is what he's left to think on as his partner closes the distance between them.
Her weight levied on his shoulders is a pleasant surprise. Charlie is dutifully looking away, but Ishmael may catch his brows raising and his jaw shifting with unabashed amusement. This is certainly entertaining.
The heat against his leg that follows sends a skin-deep shudder up his back. That she continues long enough to leave a slick trail across his pantleg only increases the allure. One would have been enough, but she's really started to enjoy herself, huh? Charlie's fingers flex; he's tired of the 'no touching' rule.
Without stopping her, he tucks the dice into his hand and casts them once more. 3 and 3.
Permission granted by the game, Charlie - still not looking - skirts a hand up her back. He intends to pull her closer and tuck his cheek against her tits. Burying his face in them means he's still technically not watching her, right? Right.]
[ she was so close to coming, probably, and ishmael thought that maybe if she'd finally gotten the release she deserves from putting up with this stupid game, it wouldn't have mattered if she won or lost. except no, she desperately wanted to win, but getting off on someone's leg would've been a nice bonus to cap off this ground.
but she didn't expect him to break their little rule, hence her gasp when he yanks her in and buries his face between her breasts. that was enough to make her stop from dryhumping his leg, but this is still too embarrassing--!! ]
W-Wait, I told you not to touch--?!
[ her fingers dig onto his shoulders now as her chest heaves from the sudden skin contact yet again. she glares down at him, her face positively redder than ever, before her hand reaches for the back of his head and tugs his hair back to make her look at him. ]
Whatever. I win. It doesn't matter now.
[ she didn't get to finish up properly, but the sooner she gets her money's worth, the better. ]
[Had Charlie noticed Ishmael was so close to climax, he wouldn't have done anything differently. The indignant frustration she spits at him is cute, and the way she tugs his hair is satisfying. Charlie's throat strains as she peels him back, smile still stretched across his lips.]
You didn't. [His fingers drum against her spine, idly pressing into the warmth beneath.] You kissed my ear, touched my thigh, and... [He jostles his knee beneath her - careful not to bump anything too sensitive - to provide unnecessary specificity.]
The game's askin' for four. I'm supposed to kiss your chest. [With no effort to dislodge his scalp from her grasp, Charlie nods towards the dice.] You gotta roll one more time after that. [She'd lost count - and he's all too pleased to remind her that she's not rid of him yet.
A fact that's delighting him more than the promise of pressing his lips into her soft skin. It's a near thing, though. He'd been enjoying the feeling of her chest against his cheek before she'd yanked him away.]
okay, so she did lose count. can he truly blame her when she was all but getting off on his fucking knee of all places? the fact that he's rubbing her little math mistake in on top of being denied an orgasm makes a wonderfully peeved ishmael, her lips turned up in a pout as she reaches for the die and rolls her last, all while refusing to break eye contact with this guy.
an 8 and a 1 respectively. ishmael sighs a breath of relief. finally, she doesn't have to humiliate herself even further. it's not like charlie hasn't done anything wrong, and has been in fact very good at encouraging her to give in juuust a little, but spite can be a great motivator at a time like this.
so she blinks slowly down at charlie again before pinching that annoying mouth shut with all of her fingers, pulling up from his lap and onto her feet. still holding his lips together, she manages to button up her dress shirt up to her cleavage until she decides to let go of him. ]
There. Now I win. [ the payout comes in with a chime on her Watch as if on cue. ] Anything last words before we switch out?
[Ishmael's mounting irritation is beyond obvious on her face, and Charlie wonders briefly if he can manage a nip. Would her blood be to his taste? It's dubious, but with so precious few who suit his needs here, perhaps the effort is worth an attempt-
As if reading him, both the dice and the woman thwart his scheme. Charlie's lips tense beneath her fingers, smile skewed by the way she holds him.
He'll let her up without trouble, eyes darting to her watch before returning to meet hers. Not content unless he wastes another second of her time, Charlie rings his tongue along his bottom lip to stretch it after his release before offering her parting words.] Huh.
Nice to meet you, I guess. [He's clearly pleased with her, his hesitance is only a coy acknowledgement of Ishmael's own dismay.] Charlie, by the way. In case you need to call a guy to lose for you again.
[ so he really did not mind losing, huh... what a weirdo. then again, if it weren't for his encouragement, ishmael wouldn't know how to traverse this highly sexual world right on the onset. besides, it's not like she hated doing those with him either. in fact, she'd be lying if she didn't like how easy he was from this game alone.
she's silent for a moment, eyeing him more carefully before letting out a sigh, her flush still visible on her face. ]
Call me Ishmael. And... Yeah. We'll probably see each other again.
[ just a little feeling. mostly the fact that she was denied from coming, which she will forever hold against him until their next encounter.
...
yeah, she's going to take a break and get off in somewhere secluded after this. after that, the game is back on. ]
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she growls from the back of her throat. then again, he did offer to skip his entirely, but somehow she doesn't trust that. it's probably a trick to lower her guard so that he can be a little ahead of her by rolling the dice himself. then she won't get that payout that she'll sorely need when her rank will be revealed once the house decides to check her in.
and so, with a sigh, she stands up from her seat and straddles his thigh, still glaring at him and making sure he's looking the fuck away. then, she places both her hands on his shoulders, and does one tentative rut on his leg.
that's... not so bad, actually. his cool skin permeating through his clothing helps somehow, and she does it again. and again, and again, closing her eyes and ducking her head low as she builds up a steady rhythm with her hips against his leg, even shifting backwards a little so that she's grinding fully against his kneecap. the friction is delicious from here, and at some point she's stopped looking at him and hides her face behind her bangs as she ducks her head low, her pants coming out in low, hot breaths with every undulation of her hips, and it doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon. ]
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Her weight levied on his shoulders is a pleasant surprise. Charlie is dutifully looking away, but Ishmael may catch his brows raising and his jaw shifting with unabashed amusement. This is certainly entertaining.
The heat against his leg that follows sends a skin-deep shudder up his back. That she continues long enough to leave a slick trail across his pantleg only increases the allure. One would have been enough, but she's really started to enjoy herself, huh? Charlie's fingers flex; he's tired of the 'no touching' rule.
Without stopping her, he tucks the dice into his hand and casts them once more. 3 and 3.
Permission granted by the game, Charlie - still not looking - skirts a hand up her back. He intends to pull her closer and tuck his cheek against her tits. Burying his face in them means he's still technically not watching her, right? Right.]
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but she didn't expect him to break their little rule, hence her gasp when he yanks her in and buries his face between her breasts. that was enough to make her stop from dryhumping his leg, but this is still too embarrassing--!! ]
W-Wait, I told you not to touch--?!
[ her fingers dig onto his shoulders now as her chest heaves from the sudden skin contact yet again. she glares down at him, her face positively redder than ever, before her hand reaches for the back of his head and tugs his hair back to make her look at him. ]
Whatever. I win. It doesn't matter now.
[ she didn't get to finish up properly, but the sooner she gets her money's worth, the better. ]
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You didn't. [His fingers drum against her spine, idly pressing into the warmth beneath.] You kissed my ear, touched my thigh, and... [He jostles his knee beneath her - careful not to bump anything too sensitive - to provide unnecessary specificity.]
The game's askin' for four. I'm supposed to kiss your chest. [With no effort to dislodge his scalp from her grasp, Charlie nods towards the dice.] You gotta roll one more time after that. [She'd lost count - and he's all too pleased to remind her that she's not rid of him yet.
A fact that's delighting him more than the promise of pressing his lips into her soft skin. It's a near thing, though. He'd been enjoying the feeling of her chest against his cheek before she'd yanked him away.]
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fuckingdammit.
okay, so she did lose count. can he truly blame her when she was all but getting off on his fucking knee of all places? the fact that he's rubbing her little math mistake in on top of being denied an orgasm makes a wonderfully peeved ishmael, her lips turned up in a pout as she reaches for the die and rolls her last, all while refusing to break eye contact with this guy.
an 8 and a 1 respectively. ishmael sighs a breath of relief. finally, she doesn't have to humiliate herself even further. it's not like charlie hasn't done anything wrong, and has been in fact very good at encouraging her to give in juuust a little, but spite can be a great motivator at a time like this.
so she blinks slowly down at charlie again before pinching that annoying mouth shut with all of her fingers, pulling up from his lap and onto her feet. still holding his lips together, she manages to button up her dress shirt up to her cleavage until she decides to let go of him. ]
There. Now I win. [ the payout comes in with a chime on her Watch as if on cue. ] Anything last words before we switch out?
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As if reading him, both the dice and the woman thwart his scheme. Charlie's lips tense beneath her fingers, smile skewed by the way she holds him.
He'll let her up without trouble, eyes darting to her watch before returning to meet hers. Not content unless he wastes another second of her time, Charlie rings his tongue along his bottom lip to stretch it after his release before offering her parting words.] Huh.
Nice to meet you, I guess. [He's clearly pleased with her, his hesitance is only a coy acknowledgement of Ishmael's own dismay.] Charlie, by the way. In case you need to call a guy to lose for you again.
hehe... there's more where that came from 🎀
she's silent for a moment, eyeing him more carefully before letting out a sigh, her flush still visible on her face. ]
Call me Ishmael. And... Yeah. We'll probably see each other again.
[ just a little feeling. mostly the fact that she was denied from coming, which she will forever hold against him until their next encounter.
...
yeah, she's going to take a break and get off in somewhere secluded after this. after that, the game is back on. ]