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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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Yours? [He looks over consideringly. He assumes if she had her own variation of a weird moving tattoo (but, like, cutable, he guesses?) she would've had a very different reaction to seeing his; he certainly would have, if the tables were turned. She doesn't fit the exorcist aesthetic either! But she must deal with something.]
Don't tell me your true job isn't as a makeup artist?
[He says it with that same sort of sincere, friendly entertainer energy as when he matter-of-factly praised his own charming personality, like he might've genuinely believed that she was a professional makeup artist this entire time. It's 100% a performance, but never let it be said that Natori Shuuichi doesn't commit to the bit.]
(she isn't wrong. they don't know what might come next, there were threats of draining bank accounts if they didn't play along. that was part of how texas found herself dragged into the fantasy blockbuster. but that also leaves if they even did sneak out, the paparazzi could track them down and drag them out of their hiding place without much effort. hell, even those stupid bird bodyguards could. she didn't feel like seeing them come looking for two delinquent actresses who didn't want to be part of this stupidity.)
....they did say that if we didn't play along properly that our accounts are being drained.
(like anywhere, money is still necessary. survival comes at a cost, without the means to sustain oneself that also runs the risk of having to go without certain luxuries. food is a necessity for those that need it and texas does need to eat, she isn't something like clara who sustains herself by other means. not that she knows. she likely would have been unfazed, vampires do exist in terra. despite her rather annoying encounters with warfarin. but she's more focused on what to do about this.)
We could always just go back to the trailers while using the break as an excuse, but I'm more worried about what your suit mark might do to you. I know that they tend to get more extreme for me, since I'm in the spades suit.
(hearts....she hasn't encountered, not yet. weiss had commented that her own even made her act differently, but who knows if it might apply to hearts suit players. though it's not a worry about her safety, it's more a worry for what it would do to clara.) Not what it might do to me, I mean. (she'll clarify that point, she never did mind what could happen. it was better to unfortunately accept that things may double back to involving sex.)
Beats me Maybe our worlds are more similar than we might think But I know what it's like to fly solo in this world though I'm the only one here from my world
( she feels like she just watched something click into place, and something in the back of her neck prickles with the sense that perhaps she'd gone too far with that one as he draws closer. he looks at her now with an intent she can't quite discern, but unfortunately, the thing about being met with friction just means it sharpens her tongue even with the warning that she shouldn't push it any further than she already has.
what else could she do anyway? she could hardly seem the prey animal accepting the teeth to her jugular. she's worked tirelessly as a hunter to avoid that very fate in a more literal sense, so she'll stubbornly meet him head on with the same arrogance that fits so comfortably around her demeanor.
it doesn't mean her throat doesn't dry when he makes such a leveled promise while towering over her. she doesn't even realize she's holding her breath until she racks her brain for anything useful in the paltry script to quip back with, lips parted for a beat -
then ultimately settles for something far simpler, incensed, hissed between teeth. )
Fuck you.
( how eloquent. the little lady might as well have been raised on the streets, it's inevitable that some of the mannerisms slip in now and then no matter how hard she clings to old habits. )
[Aurelia melts out of the shadows next to Texas without a sound, practically teleporting across the debris. She takes a moment to run her eyes over the other woman, searching for wounds, before she nods and her expression shifts from one of regret to one of quiet amusement. She won’t regret getting into an extended fight scene instead of a fuck fest, but she would have felt some if she’d managed to hit Texas with that chandelier.
She’d been having too much fun. But at least no one got hurt with her loss of control
Nonetheless, she can tell that Texas is hating every second of this, even if she enjoyed the fight, so she places a small hand on her elbow and points off the set. Back towards the trailers and elevators.]
Let’s scram, I’ll deal with the director if he complains.
[ this time, the resulting silence doesn't drag on for nearly as long. sein seems to be getting better at keeping up, the more keita speaks. whether it be because of his own wits catching up to him, or the casual way with which the other man recounts his experience like it were little more than a pair of friends meeting up for tea, it's tough to say. probably a healthy mix of both.
after all, it's the duty of a good scene partner to keep pace. if the other man doesn't seem too fussed, then... he probably shouldn't be either? at the very least, sein has enough sense to recognize that any other kind of reaction would likely ruin the mood.
what he settles on is something comfortably between exasperated and morbidly curious... which honestly isn't all that far from the truth anyway. ]
I don't have much experience with sea creatures. [ both intimately and not. ] Was it not, [ uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ] sticky?
It would take a lot more than one bite for you to become a true vampire.
[It’s an attempt at reassurance, though there’s a small smirk tugging at her lips considering just how silly it is. It takes weeks of work to make a new vampire after all, and biting is rarely a part of it. Despite what is apparently a popular misconception - Perhaps it works differently in other worlds? Nonetheless, she drags her eyes up Reira’s body, meeting hers and letting her expression soften out of ‘business’.]
We um… the script says and I quote ‘Have fun with it’. So I’ll follow your lead, if that’s alright with you.
[There’s a knowing look in Aurelia’s eyes, as though she can read Reira’s desire to be in charge off her, or perhaps she’s considering their height difference and wants the same thing. It’s hard to tell for Aurelia.]
[ he does feel a little bad that his question would throw the other off as much as it seems to; he should have definitely just stuck to what was written down for them, especially if the other person is working so diligently off of theirs.
still, sein felt a little twist couldn't hurt too much. it did manage to put some actual emotion to that tone, after all. certainly, they can work with that. ]
I see.
[ there is a faintly exasperated twist to his lips, that he can only hope the camera doesn't manage to catch. it probably wouldn't do much to help the scene if anyone in the audience could infer just how much sein doubts the monotone voice on the other side of the partition can, in fact, "seduce."
[The bit about Valkyrie causes his brows to lift. Not over the virtual reality idea (he's already considered that possibility himself), but because of the reference to this year's SS. So Tsukasa does remember that far. But would he really waste time inspecting the dorms when the main competition is about to start? He wouldn't, which means their memories must not leave off at the same point. But if Tsukasa remembers SS, does this mean his memories go further? If so, what does that say about his own recollections...?
It's a lot to think about. Or it would be if they didn't have bigger fish to fry; memories or no memories, all he cares about at this point is whether they'll ever go home. Him, Jun, Rinne, Leo... and Tsukasa, who's apparently also been dragged into this mess.
Tsukasa, who proves the difference between himself and those other three when he frets about the length of his skirt. Suffice to say Rinne and Leo did not share the same sensibilities. They didn't care about their reputations as idols here, and didn't even tell people they were idols. Tsukasa's reactions do nothing to quell the uneasy feeling inside his chest; after all, they show just how unsuited he is for this place. And yet, after being here for over a year, and seeing all sorts of things he can't unsee... this kind of concern for basic decency feels oddly refreshing.
In any case: time for him to step up!]
I see, that is tough. Fortunately, your fairy godmother has just the solution.
[???
What did he just call himself? Don't worry about it! That's just the costume talking, influencing him to embody his role! In any case, he marches up to the nearest costume rack and grabs a bunch of jackets: shiny metallic ones, meant to be worn during the "Star Warblers" movie. It's just that most of them are also cropped, so all the actors can show the requisite amount of skin. In any case, he holds a whole pile of them in his hand and gestures with them triumphantly!]
We'll just drape these over your lap! Now, you over there! I need you to pull up two chairs, or better yet, a couch!
[He whirls on the nearest staff member, addressing them in a bossy tone and jabbing at them with his "magic wand."]
I'm the one and only Princess of the Fairies, and my maid here has gotten cold! More importantly, he's tired from toiling on his feet all day! I need a place for him to sit down, and I need it stat! Now, "Fairy Dust's Sway, My Wishes, Obey~!" ☆
[And with that, he twirls his wand a few times in the air, "enchanting" the staff member. In reality, he has no fairy powers, and his "wand" is just a glass dildo with a star as the base. But the staff member is so moved by his acting prowess that they really do go fetch two seats: a couple of stools, meant for sitting and trying on shoes. Hiyori then passes the jackets over to Tsukasa.]
[ There's an instinctive urge that Gen has to fight to turn his head and look at what's going on behind him. It's meant to be movie magic, so he isn't really supposed to know exactly how they're casting whatever spell it is that Tomura is meant to be summoning up right now. His head still cocks just slightly to the side as he hears the faint sound of a modified paintball gun firing off, because his gaze snaps up into the air where globs of what is definitely paint (but also definitely looks like something else) comes raining down on him.
There's no avoiding this one, even as he starts to move forward, it's landing on the already fairly revealing top he's got on, peeling most of armor off of him. It even manages to splatter a little on the legs to make holes in the covering of his much more modest looking lower half, though at least that stays largely intact, instead of falling off of him in pathetic shreds.
Clicking his tongue in agitation he scrambles to get away from the puddles of "paint" before it starts to eat away at his shoe, before hoisting his weapon off of his shoulder to point it dramatically, and he assumes thematically, at Tomura.
It should be mentioned now, the weapon that looks like a sword when slung over a shoulder looks a lot duller and rounder at the tip when observed like this. Maybe not completely shaped like a phallus, but not not shaped like one either. Definitely not something that is going to cut through anyone, though a good thump on the head could still hurt. ]
That's it. You're a dead man.
[ That was almost certainly not in script that is laced with overt innuendos that can barely qualify as tongue and cheek in the first place.
Hardly seems to matter, because no one on the crew is going to be able to stop Gen as he charges forward towards Tomura now, starting to move to swing the "sword" back like he's winding up for a pitch in baseball. ]
[Aurelia’s full focus lands on Clara’s eyes, glowing red eyes peering at her with inhuman curiosity. The desire to pick apart the mystery behind her words, behind Clara, intensifying as she realizes that she’s spent the past ten minutes being probed for information and getting little in return.]
Clara…
[Aurelia trails off and shakes her head, leaning back into the seat… and leaning herself closer to Clara. Both to satisfy her own desire for company and to offer the ‘human’ comfort of having someone close. This isn’t the place for her to start picking at the Mystery behind Clara. It would be rude and improper. So she’ll content herself with silence and company for now.]
( will she ever stop tripping right into these social land mines? sources say no. she could've guessed, she supposes, but she doesn't really have any other word to use to describe the things she fights. beasts hardly seems enough.
maybe she was going to apologize, or get defensive, but the question has her stopping so abruptly that she actually falters. )
..
( no, he brings up a good point. she was born and trained to have the bearings and mannerisms of a lady in a town that couldn't care less about that ideology. things like purity and innocence and the like didn't exist there for long, but she likes to think that she has good in her to stubbornly cling to despite all of that.
she's yet to gain the wisdom to know that what she does with her body and purity has nothing to do with one another, you see. but ultimately? )
Of course. ( that much is firm now that she's made up her mind on that, too. ) Clinging to it would mean I'm leaving people to the work that I should be doing back home.
( elaborating would mean unboxing quite a bit of things, so she simply Will Not. )
Besides, I like the feeling that I get when people know they can rely on me! Nothing's more satisfying than being acknowledged for a job well done, so why wouldn't I work hard to get complimented for it?
[ his lips twist into a smile — something a little roguish, a little out of place on a person decked out in such a pristine black cassock. yes, that smile seems to say, that's the idea, isn't it?
they've definitely gone off script by this point, but none of the production team seems at all concerned. maybe that's because he finally takes some action, moving to set one knee on the mattress just beside her. the bed dips under that knee, and were she not already held pretty securely by all her bonds, she might have rolled right into him from just that difference in weight. ]
We'll start with a simple test.
[ he settles one hand on the leg of hers that's closest to him, just above where her knee falls open. she is small beneath him, though he is quick to note the muscle and strength he can feel under the warm spread of his fingers. she may very well be not all bark after all. ]
Tell me where it hurts, and where it doesn't. And try to keep in mind that the line between pain and pleasure can sometimes not even exist.
For your information, it's been approximately— ( and don't mind him as he counts his fingers, index on his left hand pressing down on each one. ) Four years since I've had any decent seafood that didn't come out of a cup of ramen.
( being a bounty hunter whose success rate was abysmal ensured his diet mostly consisted of whatever he could scrap together with the measly woolongs he managed to score from time to time. however that was far from being a major pressing issue here, no, he needed to find a way to get that cigarette no matter what it took.
so he simply smirked at johnny, waving an arrogant hand before him to bring in that sweet smell of nicotine to his face. )
What, never been to Mars? Here I thought you were fancy and well adjusted but given your sexual habits, I bet you're settling into this resort without any issues right? Well some of us aren't managing so well and one little cigarette might ease the pain.
Can't find it in your heart to be just a little generous?
( unfortunately, even if she did catch on to the fact that he's being fake as all hell, she's going to eat it up regardless with a toss of her hair and a smug little grin because she's simply Like That. )
Right? ( she beams like she knows it, changeable as ever like the winds. ) I know I'm real good at it, but no. I didn't really have that kind of time with my kind of workload.
( then, dramatic as they come, she holds up a finger as some vague sign that she's about to elaborate a little, eyes sparkling all the while. it's a moment where she can preen about her skills, so.... )
I'm trained in swordplay to hunt down these things we call disaster beasts! Or Maga, whichever. I have the highest mission clear count of all of us, with the least amount in bills for public destruction of property! The best, fastest, most selfless and prettiest of all the Maga Killers we've got.
( ✨hehe.✨ )
But just because I have to fight for a living doesn't mean I can't look nice doing it.
[ well, no one can say reno doesn't get right to the point. as flimsy of an excuse as this entire premise is, sein thinks there was probably meant to be a little more coyness regarding the actual lead-up. but he can't say he doesn't find the direct approach incredibly charming in its own right.
but he's not exactly meant to be charmed here, right? still, there is a soft chuckle in response before he eventually offers, ]
Special in what way? Because it's forbidden?
[ that's what he's gathered about all this, anyway. sure, the priests of his world are generally held to a certain standard, but he can count in one hand the amount of priests he knows that are actually all that pious.
he settles back in his seat, unable to help his gaze from drifting down to his lap. ]
That means the more I resist, the more tempting it will be?
Oh, so ramen still exists even in space? That's comforting to know.
[With that quip aside, Johnny can't help but sound relieved. He despises seafood and the sea that it comes from, okay? Kerry used to eat shrimp ramen all the time, and it would stink up the place. That, plus the fact that he was typically too poor to afford anything particularly extravagant.
That is, until he became famous as a rockstar and began eating lavish steak dinners every other night.]
They're still terraforming Mars in my timeline, jackass.
[He murmurs before taking another long pull. Smell the sweet nicotine, baby. Johnny got himself a high-quality cancer stick, unlike the horrible cheap cigarettes that the people in Watson smoke. No, he got the nice shit from this one dude he knows. He forgot his name but fuck it, he has his cigarettes.]
Oh, boohoo~! Spoken like some prissy little virgin. [Johnny rolls his eyes.] Sex is just sex, okay? Nothing to be afraid of, unless you're some kind of nun, Fluffy.
[Yes, you heard correctly. Johnny just called him "Fluffy."]
[Huh, dude's examining the popcorn rather carefully. Is he making sure it's the kind he likes?? Or something else? Somewhat odd, but Scott shrugs it off rather quickly, choosing instead to throw a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth without preamble. It's the buttery kind, nothing too special, but definitely good enough. Hopefully not laced with anything--]
Oh, so you're a model and stuff. [He nods, taking the explanation for what it is. He can see it, guess he's pretty good looking? Yeah. He definitely doesn't need to squint and tilt his head for that.] That's cool. This is my first time with... anything like this.
[Even though he's supposed to be prepared for it in the future? Maybe?? If he and the others want to repair human-mutant relations... they have to be public. A lot to think about, but luckily not fully right now, instead taking the gummy bear offered to him and also shoving that quickly in his mouth. Pretty good too, no notes.]
But uh, besides the porn industry, I don't think anyone is used to the stuff that's happened here. [He quirks a small smile.] You can say you hated it. I did.
Fuuta promptly gives Zeta a look like she just slapped him in the face, deep offense written all over his face, before looking away with an emphatic huff. Too bad there's no way for him to hide how his face has gone red all the way up to the ears in his miffed embarrassment. As with many other young men, there is truly no greater torment for him than getting laughed at, and by a pretty girl no less. ]
Tch! Like you'd know where I'm coming from!
[ He might click his tongue loudly, but the way his voice lowers to a grumble makes it obvious he's more mortified than he is properly angry. Also: the fact that he scrunches up, pulling his legs up and burying his face in his knees, back fully shrimped so his figure's obscured by the drape of his baggy hoodie. ]
You can say that just 'cause you're a girl and you happen to look cute? [ He'd normally hem and haw more about saying a girl is cute out loud, except it's objectively true, and also his main point right now lies elsewhere. ] Getting all uppity just 'cause you were born lucky like that ... Bet you're just gonna make me look stupid so you can look better in comparison. Like I'd fall for that shit.
( there's a large amount of self-restraint and self-control he's showing here because while he's been rather annoying towards johnny, he certainly hasn't been rude enough to outright insult him. given the weirdness going on behind them on set, he's truly using every fiber in his being to focus on his goal here. )
Prissy little virgin? Fluffy?
('is this guy being serious right now?', he thought, his ire only growing and increasing with every breath of smoke not coming from his own lips. was he going to have to hate fuck his way into getting a smoke?
but before he resorted to that, he leaned in and made a face, scrunching up his lips as he pointed a finger at the guy. )
I'll have you know this 'Fluffy' gets plenty of action. I'm just asking you to have some empathy for a new arrival okay? I'm not used to all this.....free sex and love vibe going on here.
[ she can't see it, how her answer pulls the smile from his lips. though her own response remains light, this is the first he's met someone very assuredly against what is happening here that any levity that might have been beginning gets easily overtaken by a far more serious concern.
at her question, he sits with it for a moment. she'd been honest enough with him, and so he feels it's the least he can do to give the question enough consideration that he can be honest in turn. ]
I don't mind.
[ it's a sort of noncommittal answer, all things considered. but it's about as true as it can get. sex, and even sex with a supposed audience, doesn't factor very high on the list of things sein finds compunctions with. ]
It's like nothing I've ever done before, but I can see where the draw is. [ which is to say— ] I can even see myself enjoying it.
[ ah, but to be clear: ] With someone who was also willing.
[ from her side of the screen, tifa will begin to hear some rustling happening in his. it sounds as if he's stood, and a few rattles will alert her that he's now trying for the door. honestly, blame his newness; he hasn't yet come to learn how little the hotel allows for disobedience. ]
[ That part of Broca's life is behind him, and while he will kill as necessary, he'd rather not kill for fun or sport. Then again, even when he was a mafioso he didn't exactly kill because he wanted to. It was just part of his job.
... Really, it's very unlikely that Broca would have agreed to do a snuff film at all, even if he is, like Ishmael is suggesting, mostly a lackey that goes along with things. The assessment of him still gets a slightly irritated grunt out of the man, but he isn't disagreeing with it either.
He'll move on from the fact that he is at heart a follower and not a leader, and focus instead on the reason they're both here. ]
Guess someone might for that...?
[ He's assuming. The sea is not something people really traverse that often on Terra for a variety of reasons, so he's overall fairly unfamiliar with what goes into a seafaring lifestyle. ]
What do you need me to do?
[ It sounds weird to say when he's supposed to be tied up here, but he figures he could stand, or sit, or pose in some way that makes it easier for her. It's easier for him when he's able to be proactive in things like this, so this'll be one hell of a different experience for him. ]
[ Having accomplished his primary objective of finding something more appropriate to walk around in than a simple robe — even if it required a rather humiliating trip to the costume department — the tall, young nobleman has begun to explore, dressed in a simple cream-colored buttoned-up shirt, a pair of tan slacks, and some matching dress shoes. It's a much plainer outfit than he'd typically wear, but with his long hair, he already tends to stand out in a crowd, and he's very much trying not to do so right now.
The sound of a scuffle followed by a blurted out marriage proposal, however, catches his attention, and instincts kick in. A quick glance around his surroundings is enough to trace the origin of the commotion to the nearby hallway, and he quickly rounds the corner to see a young woman being accosted in what he can only presume is an unwelcome manner. ]
Ah, pardon the intrusion... but would you happen to have the esteemed lady's permission to just grab her hand like that?
[ Without even thinking, Ferdinand's hand clamps down on the amorous fan's shoulder, a kind, polite smile on his face. But despite his impeccable manners, the grip of his hand is strong enough that it whitens his knuckles and causes some discomfort — stopping just short of outright pain, of course — to the amorous fan.
As he awaits a response, he turns his gaze to the young woman, only to be taken aback at her rather stoic, perhaps even unnoticing, demeanor, which perhaps takes him by surprise even more than realizing that what he thought was part of her hairstyle is actually two lengthy, pointed ears. ]
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