【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
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( to getian’s eyes, nearly all manners of dress that he sees the other “guests” of this place wearing are odd, but that was not altogether novel. he is not new to being adrift in time, plucked from his own age so to avoid the “Storm” that washed away eras, and sheltered within the suitcase of a young arcanist named the Timekeeper. her quest, her companions, and her struggle were largely abstract to him; he was counted as one of those companions, yes, and he aided when called upon, but it had been hard to contextualize his own place in their story. this “casino” is just as discombobulating to him as that impossible slice of wilderness had been, so he suffers from much the same here. the infringements upon his freedom here have been far harsher, though. told where to stay, where to sleep, when to wake, when to eat, what to wear, what to do—the harshness of the lights on him paled only in comparison to the frightful amount of attention he seemed to garner wherever he went. he wanted none of it. he accepts that it had been his own choice to leave his mountain, but oh, how he wishes he could return. to sleep amongst the boughs of his tree, play music, and keep watch over the temple—the final resting place of every other miemeng bird that had ever lived.
if he understood correctly, it was all gone now, washed away in a rain that fell upwards into the sky.
when it had come to getian’s costume, less had been more. they’d actually taken off the robe he had found for himself, permitting him a band of cloth around his waist and a matching shawl to wear over his head and shoulders (mostly because he’d gotten far too agitated and fearful when it had been taken away). otherwise, his torso was kept bare, painted in colorful and intricate designs—this apparently had to do with his “role,” that of a sympathetic beastman who had joined the brave warriors on their quest upon being sufficiently impressed by their sexual prowess (a detail that’d been enough to make him blush). he is neither a fool nor some spring chicken; he had a general idea of just what sort of “plays” (he has no idea what a ‘movie’ is) these people were trying to force them to perform. he was not particularly thrilled by the idea of such wanton, casual bawdiness. call him old fashioned, but hey, he’d seen miemeng birds court for years if not decades before actually settling in as mates…
he is just as intent on continuing to evade them as quincy is, though he believes the human far more poorly-equipped, for his lack of wings. still—getian is impressed by the way he handles himself in the forest. he didn’t even need to see him do so to know it; he could read it in his bones, the gentle curves of one with great respect for nature, as strong and graceful as the boughs of a tree. it makes him feel slightly more at ease around him, even if he is a stranger. )
If it is treacherous, it is not in a way that these old eyes of mine can see.
( and the eyes of a miemeng bird can be a powerful thing, but usually only those with bones to read. the landscape and flora he knew less about, though the path hadn’t looked difficult when he had scanned it from above.
quincy begins to head down the other path, and, after a moment’s thoughtful hesitation, getian begins to accompany him in his own way. he flies low beneath the canopy of the forest, scouting ahead and regularly circling back toward the human to check on his progress. it’s on the first of these returns that he replies, ) They have already sent people to bring me back several times. I do not believe they account well for one who can fly, however.
( when he’d either flown away or sent them retreating with warnings of his arcane skills, that’s when they’d really started complaining about “not being paid enough for this.” )
[ She allows him to guide him, though the confusion is obvious -- not wondering what he was doing, but why. He'd looked around a moment ago ... was he worried about being seen? ]
I'm still trying to get my bearings, but I know some of the basics ... and that Akira, Ann, and Ryuji are also here.
[THE WAY AKIRA HAS NO IDEA THAT COSTUME BRAINWASHING IS A THING. . .]
Thanks. If by raise you mean, "I should get paid at all."
[is this free labor?? when one of the staff members slides in front of the exit, features pleading as he begs them not to go, Akira tsks again]
You want your top star performing at her best, right? Then she gets a break.
[that's his BROOKING NO ARGUMENTS tone. . . which seems to work, because the poor staff member steps aside, allowing Akira to guide his thief clean off the set and towards safety. victory!!]
( fortunately, the young man does not squirm. that’s for the best for both of them. getian very much doesn’t want to drop him, and he’s sure the stranger doesn’t want to be dropped as well. he tries to find a good balance, grasping seth strongly enough that he wouldn’t slip away from him but also not so strongly that it would risk his talons biting into his skin. all in all, it’s likely a way one wouldn’t jump at the thought of traveling again, but it probably wasn’t traumatizing either. it’s the best that he could hope for. miemeng birds aren’t exactly known for their prowess at transporting passengers.
getian sees that seth is anxious at being up as high as they are. fear of heights is such an interesting thing to him, but he can understand it, for one who does not have wings to fly. )
Don’t worry. If you do slip, I will catch you.
( perhaps he sounds a little more confident than he actually is… he’s pretty sure he’d be able to catch him before he reached the ground. but hopefully it will not come to that. )
I should be the one thanking you. ( he dips his head slightly in gratitude. ) Even if they did not listen, it was courageous to do what you did. Interjecting yourself to help someone unknown to you.
But…
( he looks over to seth, and his eyes can see clearly the shapes of his bones beneath flesh and skin; they are unique to each person, their shape, strength, and wear indicative of their backgrounds, struggles, and triumphs. this is where he gets the indication of it. )
[ Try as Makoto might, the prospect of getting to pet a giant, adorable rabbit is exciting enough that a little of that enthusiasm slips past her mannered composure before she's able to reel it back in. ]
Th-that sounds quite nice.
[ And, judging by the stiffness in her voice just now, she's aware of it. ]
[Akira feels a bit like a diver being stalked by a shark as Kotone circles him, his gaze trained on her every movement. eyes sliding down her thighs to the sharp ends of her heels, then back up gain, lingering not-so-respectfully at the skin exposed at her stomach, before trailing over barely concealed curves. fuck. this is unfair. the outfit itself is nice, but that's not what he finds so damn attractive about her. it's the fact that she wears it with such confidence!!]
[the same confidence she had displayed back at House Finch, the very first time they had gone out together]
[. . . he feels a bit of heat simmer in his stomach, swallowing thickly in an attempt to cool it down. the monkey brained part of him wants to be so disrespectful right now-- but in a way Kotone likes! the gentlemanly part knows better]
-- huh? [was he even listening!1 right, she asked him about his role] Ah. I'm not.
[that. . . sure does explain a lot, and Akira's features pinch together in obvious worry]
Oh, Makoto. . . [a deep inhale, a slow exhale. after a moment's pause, he dispels all thoughts of her skimpy costume from his mind, resting one hand firmly against her shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture] . . . what a shitty time to pull you away.
[he can only imagine the anxiety she feels at leaving her sister's Palace unfinished. not even for his sake-- that thought isn't even a blip on his radar. but for Sae's sake!1]
[ The poke with the toe gets a violent twitch of the tail, as Broca sucks in a sharp inhale. ]
If that's how you want it...
[ Before quickly reaching down to push past Haru's bob, and grab onto the back of his skimpy looking top, hoisting him up in the air by the back of his costume. He's technically still following Haru's orders, though maybe not the way most people would enact that one out. ]
I'm the type of man that prefers to be treated with a little respect.
[ Just to clarify. He's also refusing to call himself any kind of "big beefcake" regardless of how it fits. ]
[Akira would be angrier if the outfit wasn't so far removed from that of an actual cop! but because it's more. . . cop-adjacent, he can deal. and find it mildly amusing]
It gives "hero" more than "villain." Does that help?
[. . . don't mind him as he reaches out at Scott's shoulder to pluck a bit of spandex between two fingers, just to test the quality of the fabric]
you are very very welcome, because this is fun as - pardon the pun - hell
[Reno simply figures that a demon from hell who wants to fuck a priest wouldn't beat around the bush for too long, and get right to the point, probably trying to make said priest uncomfortable.
However, this one doesn't sound all too concerned about Reno's request, and for a moment, it takes him a little off guard, but then he grins even more.]
Well, it's not forbidden for me, on the contrary ~ However, [Reno crosses his long legs, the heel of one of his dark red high heels that he's been put in causing a muffled sound on the wood of the confessional.] And to be fair, whether you resist or not, it's tempting anyway. But you don't seem all that willing to brush off my offer? It seems like there's interest I hear?
[well. . . there's no point in denying it, is there? a sharp, amused exhale, and Akira plops his foot firmly into Minato's outstretched hand, his smile sheepish. he supposes it's only fair!!]
They did a good job. [STILL. . . DECEPTIVELY CASUAL] But I suppose what we think doesn't matter.
[Akira doesn't have to weasel his way out of staring in any kind of film!1 directors are passing him up for roles left and right, leaving him as nothing more than a PA who has been fetching water and food for the real stars. in fact, he is on his way to make one such food delivery, when he passes by a crowd of unfamiliar redheads]
[. . .]
[and immediately stops]
[. . .]
[and takes off his glasses to stare at the lenses]
. . . these aren't supposed to be prescription. . .?
[He's quiet while she works on his lips. While Vanitas isn't interested in make up normally, he is familiar enough with the concept. For a man, he might know a lot more than others of his gender simply due to his little hobby of people watching. There are mirrors around, but he can't see what she's doing from this angle, and he wants to show that he trusts her so he doesn't really look away to check her progress.
Instead he focuses on the conversation, waiting until he's not risking messing her up to respond.]
Yes. Exactly that kind of thing. Not so much the sun part, though.
[Vanitas definitely couldn't do it alone. His partner is a vampire, a strong one. And Noé helps to subdue so Vanitas can do his thing. Although sometimes they seem to argue more than help each other, but they were getting there before being separated and Vanitas ended up here.]
Regenerate!? Mon dieu! That's deeply unsettling. [He shivers at the thought.] Vampires were created from human experimentations with magic. So at least in my case, as long as they aren't cursed, diplomacy and conversation is possible between both sides. And since the war, vampires just keep to themselves, they hardly come into contact with humans without good reason.
[Thankfully these "restraints" are mostly for show, to make Reno look pretty and as someone who didn't exactly intend to be sacrificed to a Dragon Lord. The chains are long enough for Reno to move relatively freely, able to lift his arms above his head or let them hang freely, as he's doing now. but yes, of course the resort (or whoever came up with these costumes ...) figured that they could become useful in the way Bakugo already demonstrates.
Reno shivers again, his ear not being his most sensitive spot, but he's not immune to having it teased, and his eyes close momentarily, swallowing against a wave of arousal that runs through him. Shit, he's supposed to resist more, not get all horny about it! But damn, this hot breath is definitely something that Reno could get used to.
But before he can say anything else, he finds himself being carried bridal style, and oh, if looks could kill, then Bakugo - or the Dragon Lord - would drop dead right this instant.] I'd preferred that over being carried like this! [But even he has to suppress a chuckle at the whole "bridal style" since he's, well, Bakugo's bride for tonight. Noticing that he's not carried towards the bed, Reno frowns, wondering what Bakugo plans to do.]
Where the fuck are you taking me?
[This is an R rated porno. No one will be shocked to hear some foul language that's not exclusively dirty talk, right?]
[ The comment about needing three or more gets a dismissive wave from Gen, who is not entirely sure just how thoroughly this guy wants to wrap himself up, but-- ]
You're a big guy, but you're not that big. Get one king or queen sized sheet, and you'll be golden.
[ Even if he is apparently planning on literally refashioning them into actual clothing. His eyes scan over the racks of mostly revealing clothing on display right now, and lets out a soft, dismissive huff of laughter. ]
Hit up the clinic for that last one. The probably deal with people cracking themselves open from time to time, so I'm sure they've got something on hand for sutures. As for the sheets, you're better off raiding one of the supply closets than you are this place.
I don't believe I subscribe to body painting as a kink either, but I'm sure it gets someone going. There are plenty of ways a paintbrush can be used to bring pleasure, but I don't know if the application of paint is one of those things for me.
Did you like it? And were you the painter or the paintee?
[if Yu isn't jazzed to be here, than Akira is even less excited, because teacher-student roleplay is so not his thing. he also thought he had managed to escape most of this film nonsense!! being delegated to assistant duty was more than enough Hollywood for him! but no. a casting director finally seems to think they found their star in this otherwise perfectly average joe. and thus. . .]
[well]
[Akira is here, dressed in a white button up with a yellow-and-black striped tie and khaki slacks. he still wears his normal pair of fashion glasses, but today. . . he also sports a very fake mustache. this is comedy. this is ridiculous]
[and the moment he enters the set to see his "student" seated on top of one of the desks. . . he knows what he must do. the script the director had given him earlier? clear out the window. he isn't even touching it now!! if he has to be here, acting in some dumb movie he doesn't even want to be in, then he is making it his own!]
Ah. Good. [EQUALLY AS DEADPAN as he meanders towards the chalkoard] Because I have just the assignment for you.
[and on said chalkboard. . . he writes a very simple equation: 2 + 2 = ?]
( getian’s mien of cool, cautious observation cracks open into open fascination when fleki conjures the familiar out of thin air. in his mind, this makes her an arcanist—he has seen several with arcane skills that allow them to create or animate familiars, though he is used to them being something like jiu niangzi and her wooden puppets. it has always seemed more common for arcanists to find or create objects with which they imbued their skill, giving them movement and limited thought. to create something from nothing… it is not unheard of, but it is certainly far rarer (and, to him, more impressive) than what he’s seen before.
though… even after she makes it—a large, black bird which he assumed was a raven—it doesn’t move from where it perches on her arm. strange. is that the consequence for conjuring a familiar from nothing? that one crafted can move, but one created cannot? surely not… there wouldn’t be much use for them, if that were the case…
consternation crosses over getian’s face like clouds across the sun at her reply. he would bristle at being called a “monster,” though it wouldn’t be the first (and certainly not the last) time that a mortal would hurl such a word at one of his kind.
all in all, her assumptions are completely off. this, he’s gotten used to. when he’d left his mountain, there had been some who knew stories of miemeng birds, but since being removed from his time, that recognition has dwindled to nothing at all. he is accustomed to being a unique oddity among strangers. but he will set the record straight. )
If you would call me a “monster,” that would be your own prerogative. But I was not created by arcane skill the same way that bird on your arm was, and I have no “Master.”
You can call me Getian, and that is what I am. Though, humans have called us “miemeng birds.”
( the moniker does not bother him. it is like a word in another language—different sounds, yet they create the same musical note, the same meaning. still, “getian” is the surname by which all of his people referred to themselves, and it is how he prefers most call him. it makes him feel close to them still, even if he knows where all their bones were interred (assuming it had not been washed away in the “Storm”). )
You can leave if you wish. ( he lifts his wings towards his face; with the rounded peaks of his “wrists” held near his face, the gesture looks rather shy. ) I have no desire to harm you.
The good news is? If there's any place to start over, this place is probably good for it. Tons of people who won't even recognize you, new things to explore.
( please excuse her while she stares for a good moment or two. she's trying to decide on how she wants to proceed from here. the smile's cute and all, but he sure is saying something real outrageous while doing it!!
so she opts to jab a finger at the center of his chest. a few times, even. )
Your fees are worse than the Moneygrubber's.
( ...... their informant. it's also not what she usually calls him. but it seems apt at the moment. )
At least he gives discounts to cute girls.
( like she knows pretty girl privilege doesn't always work, but goodness! )
Even starring in one of those movies of theirs can't possibly cover that!
[ It's definitely a comfort, and she lays a hand over his in response. ]
When I first heard that people could be trapped here for months on end, I was terrified. All I could think about is what might happen to Sis, and you, and all of our friends, and how powerless I would be to avert any of it ...
[ Her hand squeezes his. ]
Knowing that it's possible to return to the exact moment you were taken from is comforting, but that only means so much when it requires me to put my faith in the same people who abducted me in the first place.
[ A bit of anger creeps into her voice as she says that ... and why shouldn't it? Even if complying, at least temporarily, was the smart move to gain information that she can use to formulate a strategy, leaving her fate in the hands of whatever force is behind this Resort feels like the sort of compromise she swore that she'd never make again when she awakened her Persona. All the worse, that same "choice" was being forced upon the people she cared about most as well. ]
[ The doubt is warranted. It has not been Broca's powers of seduction that have gotten people to agree to hop into bed with him. If anything, it's really been despite all of his "charms" that people have agreed to these trysts.
This is the script he was given though, and this is the script he's trying so hard to read verbatim, even if the other man is throwing him off by going off it himself. A loud sigh from the other end gives away how much he's enjoying this having to improvise number. ]
Sure. Probably.
[ There's probably a line in there somewhere about how the sinful nature of it was what was so titillating, and he couldn't stop himself, but he's not going to try to find it at this point. The script gets rolled up into a tube, and lightly tapped on his knee in a way that echoes in the small confessional. ]
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