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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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[Well, a laugh is better than anger in this situation, where he's unarmed and disoriented. He doesn't want to go fighting any strangers unless he has to, but if it comes down to it, he's skilled enough to be able to defend himself barehanded. But for now Yato merely huffs in annoyance.]
I should hope so. It's so tacky!
[Yeah, that's his complaint: that the accommodations are cheesy and glitzy and altogether nothing like a prison. If he's going to be a damsel in distress, he wants to play the part right, dammit!]
Tch! Don't tell me what to do! [Although he doesn't seem adverse to following the order, hugging the blanket around himself self-consciously.] Hah! Betcha I'm older than you, though! If anything you should be on your knees bowing to me!
[If he had more sense than pride, he'd be appreciative of the gesture. Instead, Mr. Dumdum has decided it's a battle of egos. Sitting up royally with the blanket wrapped like a cape or robe.]
[ Makoto's already doing much better than Minato! He hadn't read a thing on his watch when he'd first arrived, but others were more than happy to share information while helping him get settled. ]
Yeah. It's a little weird here.
[ "A little weird" might be a bit of an understatement, considering how one of the first things Makoto witnessed was some person with a chicken head.
Minato's gone back to rifling through the pile of his belongings, checking to see what did or didn't make it over to his temporary quarters. He reaches into it and pulls out two dolls: one of a white dog and one of a black cat. Good. So those made it over after... ]
People here are pretty understanding though. They try to look out for each other when they can.
[ He goes back to exploring the pile of miscellaneous items as he speaks, though he pauses briefly with a small frown as he remembers one thing that might be important to know. ]
Oh... If you don't choose to play, the House has its ways of making you participate. So... it's helpful to find people you're comfortable with.
[Thankfully while Yato can be pushy and needy when the mood strikes, he's become far more lax about such godly things as of late, taking his job more seriously while not imposing his status on others so much. Something he can thank his boy Yukine for. Mr. Discipline, that one.
And it's true that the ears and tail on Broca help to convey some of his feelings, if not entirely. Yato's been around long enough to know how to interpret various cat-like signals, although he doesn't always heed them. Sometimes you just want to pet the soft kitty...! (That won't be happening here, thank goodness. He's not going to treat Broca like a pet.)
At being called out so exactly, Yato can't help but chuckle a bit, sheepish and a touch shy.]
A little, yeah... She's just so cute like that, I wanna match with her...!
[It doesn't help that he's already tried to get Hiyori and Yukine to wear matching clothes with him. (To no avail.) If he could have a tail to go with her, that would be almost as good! But Broca isn't too far off the mark when he assumes Yato values Hiyori's life more than his own. That much is true by now. It's just out of an abiding love.]
[ G'raha has attempted to explain to the scenarist that he has no access to any magical abilities that may appear to be exorcisms as he understands them, but the man is already rambling on about something or other that seems entirely unrelated to the work that's about to be filmed.
A soft sigh, and the Miqo'te shrugs, dressed in what he supposes passes for the robes of a priest in most worlds. Not his own, but that's neither here nor there. ]
You seem to be fully capable and not a damsel-in-distress in the least. [ He nods firmly, folding his arms over his chest, one ear swiveling to follow the rambler as he wanders off to do... something. Nothing of import, he's certain. ] They don't seem to be against scripts and the like changing, as long as it's, ah...
[ A touch of color rises to his cheeks. ] ...spicy enough, for them.
[ tifa's skin warms even more at the other girl's admissions, and while she is wearing that set of gym clothes right now, somehow she already feels naked the moment she thinks about reira peeling them off, suddenly wondering how those soft gentle hands would feel palming over her breasts, thin fingers massaging at her nipples. she gives a light bite to her lip, passing thoughts rousing the heat between her thighs, slick beginning to coax from her cunt to gather against her underwear.
her own realization about being attracted to women in a more intimate way is still plenty new for her too, but she'd been quick to learn her own irresistible desires for other girls, how seeing the beauty in reira is far more than appreciation, the way she hungers for the taste of her lips, curious about the sweetness between her legs.
she'd feel ashamed from such lewd thoughts for her friend, but reira says all the words she needs for her lips to spread into a smile, exhaling a satisfied breath. ]
It's ... not just the mark talking, is it? [ because she'd certainly feel guilty if it were, not wanting to take advantage of someone who's been so good to her. her body leans in further, bringing in a tighter press of their breasts, her own nipples now beginning to strain into tighter buds from the physical contact. with a tilt of her head, she nudges her nose softly to reira's, lips hovering close. ] Because if not, I ... I'd really like to kiss you too, Reira. On more places than just your mouth.
[ In theory Twilight should be a formidable opponent. He spent his long childhood in tough training. His innate magical power is immense. But if you compare sheer focus and will, he's worlds apart from Miyabi. He feels like if he takes his attention off her for a second- say, to actually listen to the director telling them to get down to business - his head will leave his shoulders, her apparent inability to reach his neck and decidedly blunt weapon notwithstanding in the least. ]
Tactics? Winning without a fight? I don't need either. I'll show you a power you can only accept and join with!
[ Slipping into the speech he wants to practice, but it still sounds vaguely porny so he can probably get away with it. He steps forward and swings down, dildo whistling through the air.
It looks good enough, but for someone like Miyabi? Openings abound. ]
im js i think it's her turn. being a mermaid is basically a great setup for giving head
( hey???? bastard?? she's more than alright???? she's cute and pretty and ethereal. fuck you.
but well, everything he's wearing does look far more comfortable than a heavy, frilled tail and the stringed pearls she's adorned with. you won't see her complaining about it though, not even if she knows it'll start to look better to wear by the hour.. )
Mm?
( just out of habit. her eyes follow when his hand move to his belt, mostly because that's typically where most would keep a weapon, but then he produces a canteen and she can't help but balk a little when she sees it. so he was awake! )
You were ignoring me??
( a huff, suddenly petulant, she doesn't even hesitate to snatch the canteen he so graciously offered up now that she knows. maybe with a bit more force than what's needed.. it's not like it's a weapon to be disarmed and taken, but she treats it like one anyway.
hmph.
there's not another word out of her as she takes a swig out of it. apparently she'd meant it when she said it was hot, uncaring that she's spilled some since it feels nice on heated skin.
dripping from her chin onto bared collarbones, a droplet carving a path down her chest before it disappears somewhere amongst the mesh of pearl and sheer fabric of her top. she then proceeds to follow up the whole display by wiping her thumb over the corner of her lip.
it's not the most ladylike of displays, but it's fine. she feels much better now.
she's keeping the canteen, obviously. although he's free to try to take it back if he thinks he can. in fact, she kind of looks like she's daring him to even though she's the one mostly inhibited by a costume. )
And here I was worried for nothing. ( which is honestly the most embarrassing part!!!!!
With a few more adjustments and a delicate fluffing up of his hair, the crew backs off to make some final technical shifts, leaving him to finally meet his co-star in this ordeal. The poor guy looks uncomfortable, but attractive nonetheless. He feels an urge to apologize in spite of them being in the same predicament. Best to be friendly, especially considering the gist of what he was given by the 'script'.
Karmin settles himself down in the pit more carefully, clearly not accustomed to this kind of setting, though whether it's because of the conceit, the luxury, or sharing the space is anyone's guess. He manages to nudge a few cushions into a more convenient lounging position and crosses his legs, revealing more clearly that he's wearing nothing under the sheer fabric wrapped around his hips. Sitting this close to him, G'raha would almost certainly feel the sheer amount of warmth that radiates off of him courtesy of the blood he was hatched with.
"I feel like I should probably introduce myself," he muses, offering a smile in return. "Unless you prefer anonymity."
( while it was true that the suit was pushing her to act on her feelings and desires, she would be a liar if she said she didn't find tifa attractive. her initial invitation stemmed originally from her desire to quench the endless loneliness she felt, but the more she spent time with tifa— from comforting and holding her during the prior's months madness, the more she felt her and the more she found her attractive. did she have any expectations of a relationship between the two? beyond friendship, no, at least not anytime soon. yet as she stood there in the embrace, feeling just how aroused tifa was clearly becoming, she couldn't quite find the words to express what she was feeling.
it was lust in the end but it began far before the suit being activated. would that make her sound terrible? that she lusted after someone who had been so kind and trusting of her? with a soft bite to her lower lip, she looked around before their bodies pressed even further. )
The suit gave me the courage to admit it. I'm sorry Tifa, I'm a very selfish girl and I have to admit I did think of you from time to time after I comforted you. Is that bad....that I had such thoughts about someone whose my friend?
( if this were any other time she would have pulled away and spiraled deep into her emotions— but instead her hands began to trail against the other's back, fingers slipping and gliding up and under her sports bra. with the pad of her fingers, she pressed into her soft skin, waiting for an answer. )
Yeah. And I'd appreciate that, I've been struggling to take mine off too. [He's really just assumed that Minato was struggling in the same way as him... it's a good thing he didn't make a total ass out of himself. Yet.
Still, as Minato's eyes shift back towards his very uncomfortable spandex...
Scott can't help but squirm a little, as if fully being reminded of his current predicament. The whole Minato in a Maid Outfit was a nice distraction, but he's still stuck in a spandex that's clinging directly to the exact spot his friend is staring at. Help.]
Dude it's the most uncomfortable thing I've ever worn. My uniform back home isn't anything like this. [With some renewed energy, he starts tugging at the yellow part once more, almost like he's trying to give himself some relief, but it just feels glued on.
[Doesn't help that he's not wearing anything underneath it either.]
[Scott just watches-- stands as Akira reaches over to pull a bit of the spandex. It's not super cheap material, but definitely not the best either-- probably why the mutant is squirming in the outfit instead of being in comfortable, breathable material. There's some flexibility to it when Akira pulls, with the material being kind of soft and not entirely strong.
Better than your standard costume shop, but not up to speed to what an actual superhero costume should be made of.
But as Akira continues to pull at the material...]
So, you don't feel the urge to arrest me or anything? [Just going to poke fun at both of their situations. Why not. Also maybe blurting that comment out as he stares at the long gloves on Akira and how the jacket of that 'police' uniform clings to him.]
( there's a soft, non-committal sort of grunt as fuuta mutters to him, at first, as though he's not fully paying attention; sure, the set-up is pretty lame, the kind of amateur porn that some of the stupid hero kids might get off watching back home, and sure, the downtime is almost egregiously long, especially for something that should, in theory, be relatively one-and-done. what's the point of porn having a plot, anyway? no one's watching for all that: they'll just skip forward until the fucking happens. the thought at least is a little amusing; it means his lips curl faintly, slightly distant, before flattening out to his usual expression again.
it's boring, but not a total waste of time: because it's honestly a little fascinating to be there to begin with, decked out in a set that looks precisely like how he imagined school back home would be.
because it would have been like this, right? his gaze goes up towards the placards with the school rules, printed and framed primly above the sliding windows--it drops down to the desks, to the cubbies in the back of the room, to the larger glass windows that show some impossible scene of cherry blossoms and bright blue skies, something that he's sure they're fabricating from a screen or paintings or both. most of elementary school, and the beginnings of middle school, are a blur to him, framed only in painful memories of training, loneliness, incompetence, rage: it's a different thing entirely to see something like this, where the extras are all meant to be laughing and teasing and having a good time.
it doesn't feel quite right: like maybe he's not supposed to be here at all. but he's not about to leave fuuta here, especially not with the way he feels--begrudgingly, he has to admit that he can shrug off a lot, but leaving fuuta, knowingly, in the middle of a porn set would be a bit much for him.
one of his hands lifts, toying with the loose tie around his unbuttoned collar; while fuuta looks the part of a perfect student, he's been done up himself to be something of the class delinquent: his shirt untucked, his collar and tie loose, his jacket slightly oversized. the little nudge makes him glance down at him, breathing out a silent chuckle, before he offers a playful eyeroll. )
Yeah? ( his voice is low, bemused, while his gaze focuses out across the classroom, as though gauging who else might be noticing them. ) You want to get fucked over a desk in some other part of the set, huh? Naughty little rabbit.
( a brow lifts, almost in challenge, as he glances back down at fuuta. ) Go out along the back wall, the door's already open there. I'll meet you in two.
( he can always use the excuse of taking a smoke break, if anyone stops him. )
[The things he has to tell himself to justify his ability to just stop are pure madness. That if he just satisfies this thirst he didn't know he had, then he can carry on living his life the way he always has, and this never has to happen again. Or the path of denial, where just a little bit here and there shouldn't count as vampirism because it was for the purpose of the film.
His thighs tighten around the other man's lap when he feels fingers rake through his hair. Vanitas allows him to create space between them, looking at him and expecting fear or disgust, but instead he's met with a kiss. It instantly becomes clear that whoever this man is, he isn't there to judge him. His eyes close as he returns the kiss, making a soft sound in approval against the other pair of lips because his blood tastes as good as his tongue.
Vanitas doesn't know if he was born with these perversions or if they're a result of being in this place. His hands pull at partially blood-stained fabric, half to get the evidence of the incident out of the way, but also to gain access to more skin. He pauses when his own tongue slides past the opposing pair of lips and he feels sharp teeth there too. Somehow he feels less guilty for biting the man now that he's almost certain he's not human.]
I don't want anyone else. You're all mine. [The lines are spoken in between soft pants when he tries to catch his breath. Vanitas makes lingering eye contact, then his gaze steadies on his partner's mouth again.] This bond goes both ways. I'm yours now, too. [That part is not in the script but he's not sure it even matters. He can feel a very specific hardness against him, almost grinning when he pushes himself up on both his arms.]
That's all the roles, isn't it? Wait, were there non-sexy roles I could have gotten???
[ Distress creeps into his voice. His ability to accept his, uh, new career has depended heavily on his impression that everyone else is in the same boat and it's completely normal here. Just floating along with the new normal, or something like that. The idea that he's been marked out for this is far less comforting. ]
[ although tseng has certainly noticed that he's getting pretty absorbed into the roles he takes on, fortunately he's always been left with enough of his own sense left to make judgment calls about the action—so, while he will certainly torture reno sexually within an inch of his sanity, he's not planning on doing anything that would actually hurt. and that's probably for the best, because tseng knows that reno has gone through robust SERE training (and indeed, he was the trainer for much of it), so he knows that traditional torture would get almost nothing out of him. orgasm torture, on the other hand...
the chair shifts and straps come up to wrap around reno's wrists and ankles, restraining him in place in the chair. the positioning is such that it will be difficult, almost impossible, for reno to close his legs at all, leaving him wholly open to tseng's attentions. ]
We'll see how long that confidence lasts, [ tseng says smoothly.
now that reno is restrained, tseng plays up the confidence of a haughty prison guard and unlocks the cell door so he can let himself inside. it's not like reno is going to be able to break free of his restraints, after all. (or will he? maybe that will be part of the fun.) he circles around reno, running one gloved hand presumptuously up the inside of his thigh before slapping it, just hard enough to sting. ]
You didn't truly think your crimes would go unanswered, did you? [ the fact that tseng has no idea what crimes this prisoner has supposedly committed... is not important at the moment. ] I'll wring your confession from you in one way or another.
[ as he moves behind reno's head, tseng brings that same hand up to curl around reno's throat, holding his head loosely in place to watch as one of the robot arms reaches up between his thighs. one of its appendages presses a small, low-buzzing vibrator against his perineum while the other rubs a lube-slick dildo around his hole, no thicker than a finger.
ducking his head just slightly to obscure his mouth from the camera, tseng murmurs in his real voice, ] Relax. I'll make sure it's good for you.
[ that's cute. she snatches it from his hand and he lets it drop, leaning back on his hands now that he knows he won't be napping anytime soon. he also doesn't want to leave the spot just yet, if only because he's really trying to put off being on camera as long as possible. he's not meant for the spotlight; there's a reason why he's always holed up in the weapons lab. not that it matters here. this place seems determined to throw all kinds of distractions at him, given the one currently in front of him.
... yeah, he's following that trail of water down her chest. he's a workaholic but he's not blind.
anyway, she can keep the canteen. even though he'll likely start to regret it once the aphro hits. ]
Were you? [ deadpan, but there's a flicker of a shit-eating smirk on his face. ] What would you do if I was? You can't exactly move in that.
I apologize, then. I meant no offense. When one thinks of hobbies that people have, it's more, eh, sewing or something of a mundane nature.
[ Not wandering around the library looking for people who are too far out of their depth and on the verge of a mental breakdown. ] And what exactly is there to do here when we're not being put on display in gaudy costumes? I should hope it's not a common occurrence. Performance art is not my strong suit.
[ Maybe if he were still The Herald with their lack of emotion and uncanny ability to get people to follow him, perhaps he would be better suited for such things. But as of now, Viktor is simply a man trying to wrap his head around his own circumstances. He has no time to play charades as a character with their own outlandish lives; his own life is already enough for that.
He's yet to visit the academy or the conservatory, but once he knows about such things, that'll prove useful enough a distraction. The library was a good start, at least. ]
[ She appreciates the fact that he's willing to give her the unvarnished truth, but hearing something like that stated so matter-of-factly is unsettling. ]
I see.
[ It's all she can muster after swallowing her mouthful of food. Instead of going in for another bite, she just ... stares down at the bowl in her hands for a few seconds, trying to gather her thoughts. ]
There really isn't anyway around this, is there ...?
[ At least not for the time being ... until she connects with her friends, and they find some way through this together like they always have. ]
[ Wow?? Quick as her laughter is to start, it's just as a quick to abruptly cut off, her face scrunching into a look of offense. Just because she's a girl? And she happened to be born lucky? Normally she'd revel at being called cute, but (Fuuta voice) the main point right now lies elsewhere. ]
What's that got to do with anything? If I look cute [ and she always does, thank you very much ] it's because I take the time and effort every morning to do my hair and makeup and pick out an outfit that looks good on me.
[ Despite the flash of annoyance though, her voice stays practical as she talks. ]
It's just like anything else. If you don't put the effort into something, you won't get the results you want.
[ With a quick exhale she rocks back onto her heels, and then pushes herself up back onto her feet and starts moving the costume racks aside. Sorry, no more hiding now that the pesky camera crews are gone. Besides, they have work to do.
Step one is to circle back to Fuuta, drop back down in front of him, and carefully inspect him up close. Like, six inches away from his face close. ]
You don't even look that bad anyway. Sure, you might not win the award for Cutest Guy of the Year, but I bet I could make at least one girl fall over her feet for you.
So they are kind enough to allow us that much. How altruistic of them. [ If one could attribute a tone to words typed Viktor's would have nothing but sarcasm laced throughout them.
The offer of a meeting is unexpected, and there's a lengthy pause before he replies. ] To do this for a complete stranger...I assume you want something in return?
[ Hm. He's starting to realize that many people here are overtly helpful. ]
[Aurelia's head tilts curiously as she considers the question, before answering with a languid shrug]
There's support crew, like cameramen and makeup-artists. Who are all having much less sex than the actors and actresses.
[But not zero, being mostly-immune to the aphrodisiacs filled makeup has left Aurelia confused why so many people are getting hot and bothered when applying it, but has accepted that's just what people do here. ]
( he's so annoying?! the way he's smiling at her just makes her want nothing more than to throw the canteen back at him.
but this one's hers now, so, no. not this one.
which just makes her even more irritated because he's right? like sure, she can probably figure something out, but it wouldn't be anything as satisfying compared to most the options that'd be available to her were she to just ditch the tail somehow.
it just means she has to get a little creative. she just has to figure out what would even work in a situation like this, with a guy like him. )
Not anymore I'm not!
( her care was wasted so easily by a guy that's looking at her like he knows something she doesn't.
.. but he sure isn't ignoring her anymore, huh? he'd peeked over to see how the shooting was going in the other scene, but she's fairly certain she's held his eye since then. which is deeply satisfying in a novel way, so maybe she'd much prefer to make it so he doesn't want to have to tear his gaze off of her as penance.
is that the influence of her role as a siren speaking, or her? who knows, but it's not as if it's a line of thought that far from her usual modus operandi. it's just in a context she wouldn't have considered to be her playing field before, that's all.
so she leans back on one of her hands as well, the pink of her gaze held solely by him and no one else, her free hand toying with a thin chain looped along the curve of chest as she tips her head like she was curious. )
I don't think I'll need to get up to do anything about it.
( she is, of course, implying that she's fairly sure that he's not dressed like that just for fun. they even match so nicely! how sure is he that they don't have a scene together? )
Because I think you're still here for a reason.
( you know, instead of running off like he could've by now. )
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