【 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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[Xiao Xingchen freezes for a moment, concern in his expression as he starts to move to help his friend up. He hadn't expected such a sudden reaction, and so far, his friend didn't exactly strike him as a good actor. But something within him compels him to continue. Whatever is directing him feels so natural that he hardly notices it, even if his feeling of worry for his friend still stays with him.
Perhaps seeing the man on his knees - weak and vulnerable - might have something to do with it.
He steps forward to close the gap between them, in front of the other man. Down on one knee, his hand reaches out to lift the demon's chin with a light but firm hold, tilting it up so they face each other.]
Even if you are a sinner... if you show proof of your repentance, I will free you.
[ There's a sigh of relief as Akira pushes the collar open. Minato reaches up to smooth it down, tugging it a little past his clavicles. Much better.
Now that Akira's getting a closer look at his uniform, it's a little like a puzzle, isn't it? And thus, there are several ways for Akira to take it apart however he likes. It seems he'll start with the apron though, to which Minato leans forward as well in cooperation.
In fact, he'll take it upon himself to get a little comfy, tentatively resting his chin on Akira's shoulder. ]
There are worse ways to go.
[ At least overheating and dying in a maid dress means the person looked good in their final moments...! ]
I guess something like this might be more fun for the other person, compared to something more revealing.
Perhaps everyone in this club could create art together that's not necessarily what you'd find in this place. I do understand having no need to call for a group this way, however. But it could help with meeting new people, and everyone could share ideas.
[Xiao Xingchen only wants to encourage people to make friends, even if he doesn't feel qualified on the subject himself. On both art and making many friends, really.]
[ It's not even really that Keita is looking at Viktor's form in any particularly interested way—indeed, for the most part he's meeting Viktor's eyes—but when it becomes apparent that the attention makes him uncomfortable regardless, Keita is quick to turn away. It's for the best, too, as they approach the door that leads to the small storage room, which Keita nudges with one shoulder and then holds open for Viktor to join him.
The space isn't too cramped, although it's hardly spacious either. There are a couple of mismatched chairs, one desk, and some shelves full of various props—fake weapons, food, and the like. Keita chooses to sit on the desk, hopping up to let his feet dangle, and gives Viktor his choice of where to sit for himself. ]
Yes, [ Keita says, honestly. ] To adapt as best you can is the only course of action. One of the first things I learned here is that resistance is largely meaningless—the resort will force your hand eventually.
[ And it only took one embarrassing suit flare for Keita to learn. ]
There are good people here, though, [ he adds after a moment. ] For what that's worth.
Those who own this hotel certainly want us comfortable enough for some reason or another. Perhaps to harness the energy created by [he thinks for a moment about the most tactful way to phrase this] relations with each other.
[It reminds him of a cultivation technique, but one too embarrassing to research too deeply. Another cultivator had mentioned something about this place being a cauldron of sorts.]
But I don't need anything. It's simply something I can occupy my time with.
[Of course he knows that most people don't expect something for nothing. Even everything that the hotel provides is just a means to an end. But always keeping busy keeps the strange, unfamiliar urges at bay.]
Relax, Eyepatch. [ 'Eyepatch'?? ] I promise I won't laugh. [ More than a little, anyway. ] Vaseraga might tell you otherwise, but I'm really pretty nice.
[ Citation needed. But at least Fuuta's finally left to his own devices as she digs through the racks of clothing. Given that they were all brought up for the express purpose of film, the vast chunk of the outfits on display are overly gaudy, but she manages to fish out a jean jacket and toss it Fuuta's way. There's still a giant logo emblazoned on the back - COCK TIL YOU DROP, whatever that's supposed to mean - but at least the front's pretty nondescript. ]
If you put on a jacket over what you have right now, it'll add both extra texture and some extra width so you won't look as skinny.
[ Or so Google and various reddit threads have led me to believe. ]
[ Xue Yang gives a hum that's the equivalent of "that's very interesting and I would love to ask more but currently my mouth is occupied in the pursuit of saving my own life and my mind is similarly muddled so any questioning will have to wait", or perhaps "humming makes the blowjob better, right?". Could go either way at this point.
His grip on the man's legs is perhaps a little stronger than it needs to be, but Xue Yang is actively holding himself up like this. His weakness is betrayed in the way his hands and fingers occasionally tremble as if struggling with something requiring a great effort, and his legs do similarly underneath him. Regardless of that he's at least managing for now and he can feel his efforts starting to pay off with the shifting shape. He can tell he himself is already salivating heavily, but he probably had started that back when the clothes first started coming off. He bobs his head, swirls his tongue a bit, and even lowers his head as far as he can manage for several seconds before having to pull back. He doesn't want to risk letting go to use a hand at this point.
He's never been this eager to give a blowjob before and the part of him that's still lucid enough to acknowledge that is finding it very uncanny. ]
[ Xue Yang's gaze is pulled up to Xiao Xingchen's face, and after a couple seconds, he begins to laugh again. A loud, drawn-out laugh this time, amused and defiant. ]
Repentance? For what? Haven't you done many of these so-called sins yourself?
[ The lines are a blur between the role he's playing and himself, and right now Xue Yang isn't looking to separate them. The sneer on his face is harsh, his eyes sharp and focused.
But then in a motion that's more impulse than intention, one hand darts forward to try to circumvent the loose clothing of Xiao Xingchen's lower half to cup a solid feel of the shape between his legs. The other tries to grab the clothing covering his upper body and pull him down into a rough, heavy kiss. The movement doesn't entirely feel like his own but he still doesn't stop it. ]
( now they just needed to exchange names, but the matter of cigarettes would have to wait for now.
with a soft sigh, spike moved one of his arms up and waved at her. )
Name's Spike by the way, Spike Spiegel. Would you happen to have a name by any chance? In case I get lost in the sea of asking someone for a smoke around here.
[ "Weird and gross" probably isn't the exact set of adjectives Keita would have chosen, but it's not far off, and so characteristically blunt of Hiyori that it makes him smile regardless. ]
Something like that, yes. But quite a number of the scripts seem to be similar, at least from what I've seen. Priests and demons, aliens and schoolgirls... [ Keita pauses, then tilts his head thoughtfully. ] Although perhaps it's unbecoming of me to be judgmental, considering I come from the era of shunga involving octopi.
[ But the matter of tentacles is neither here nor there! Keita leans against one of the desks, taking advantage of the lull in filming so he and Hiyori can continue their chat. ]
Maybe it's only because the entire concept is so new to me, but I don't think I'd be able to get past the knowledge that the actors are putting on a performance for a camera. Not to mention I don't think I'd enjoy watching two strangers... do this.
[ Another vague hand wave. Watching strangers fuck on camera and knowing that they're acting is just. Not really Keita's idea of titillating, although he could see his mind being changed if it were him and an intimate partner for no one's enjoyment but their own. ]
( for a man who claimed to be so unmoved by the little things in life such as petty squabbles and high tensions, he sure was getting more and more annoyed by this centaur in front of him. being kicked in the ribs, being asked if he was religious [he wasn't, he was just being dramatic] all served as points of great contention for him. )
Geez, thanks for clearing that up. Here I thought maybe I was still dreaming.
( but at least he was asking about his well being. so for now spike set aside his own annoyance and simply craned his neck a bit, taking a look out one of the windows as one of those pigeon-human-hybrid guards walked by with a menacing look on its face. )
I'll be fine, thanks for asking. What we should be more concerned about is why we're here, what we're doing here, and why they decided to cram us all into trailers in nothing but a bathrobe. It's really starting to tick me off, this whole thing.
[ what right had he to stay where he wasn't wanted? if manuela would rather not see him, then of course blade would stay away. he has no sense for the nuance of things. it doesn't matter. it shouldn't matter, because blade is a tool, a weapon of vengeance. he is friend to no one, has no tenderness left in him after seven centuries spent reforging his body into something hard and unfeeling.
and yet—and yet. ]
I may be a fool, but even I'm not fool enough to stay where I'm not wanted, [ he says. ] I care for you at a distance, so you can live the life you deserve without interference from someone like me.
[ was that scripted? blade can't remember. it feels true enough—feels right that he set manuela free of the shackles of any relationship between them, so that she can be as free as she deserves to be and pursue whatever life she wants to pursue. ]
[Ann listens patiently, and then takes a moment to think the question over before responding.]
Well... we just talked about how this place pushes sex on you, you know? It's everywhere. It's really creepy, and neither one of us want to do that with people we barely know. It's supposed to be special! ... Or at least just nice...
Ryuji said he would want to be friends with people he was, um, with. And I said I wanted everything to be more romantic. So, I guess... making it work for us would be getting to know more people before anything happened! Where they come from, the things they like. Stuff like that. And for me, I don't want it to feel like... like a chore. I want to enjoy being with people, and I want them to enjoy being with me.
[Her cheeks have gone pink, but she's maintained eye contact, and her tone is sincere.]
[help he is RESPECTFULLY TRYING NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT!!]
. . . great! I'm glad to hear you're already making friends. [for. . . a definition of the word. he supposes if it's her first day, whoever was with her in that trailer was more like an acquaintance] Lead the way, and once you're changed, I can give you a tour of the place.
[ although blade is certain it's not intentional, the way that rin describes his "project" is in fact a perfect way of instructing him in how to please her. he knows how to fuck, yes, but hasn't been in this place long enough to undo so many long centuries of disregard for things like intimacy and foreplay, doesn't know how to savor the experience of working someone up and making them come. but the way rin phrases it—that guides him, gives blade a framework within which he can learn.
his rival: his lack of understanding of rin's body and her pleasure. now he must gain the knowledge with which he can overcome that rival.
still resisting the temptation to tear rin's stockings, blade presses his face between her thighs, tilting his chin up a little so he can press his mouth right over her cunt through the material of her pantyhose, his breath hot against her. it's strange—when he drags his tongue along the length of her entrance, blade can taste her through the fabric, but the sensation is still unsatisfying, not nearly wet enough nor hot enough nor with enough give for him to put his tongue inside her like he wants to do. still, she'd only instructed him to start with his tongue, hadn't told him to do anything else—and for the time being, blade is obedient. ]
love u pq... my favorite persona crossover games...
[it's only a brief glimpse. a flash of something hiding underneath the layers of Minato's costume. and he only catches the edges of it, with the majority of the bruise still covered with white fabric. but as Minato smooths his collar past his collarbone, as Akira leans in to untie that sash and free the apron from around the other Wild Card's waist. . . his gaze is instinctively drawn towards the remnants of their last encounter. lightly faded black and blue marks that stand out starkly against Minato's skin, dark enough to linger even this long after their late night rendezvous at the Beak]
[. . .]
[. . . Akira's breath catches in his throat, lungs stuttering in his chest, pulse skittering]
[. . .]
[and then another slow grin works its way onto his features, but not until Minato hooks his chin across his shoulder, leaning against him so comfortably that Akira may be mistaken for a pillow]
I think I'd have fun with it, actually.
[he has to admit. . . even if it's dumb that the house is kind of forcing this onto them by enchanting their costumes, it is-- or could be??-- pretty alluring foreplay. and with that admission hanging in the air, Akira leans back, taking the loose apron with him, bundling the fabric in between his leather-clad fingers]
[ Maybe "inconvenient" isn't the first word she'd select to describe that scenario, but it is certainly one way to be characterize it!
In any event... ah. Of course. The antidote would be sex. What else could it possibly be in a place like this? Minato goes quiet, too, not because he's distressed about landing in a fuck or die scenario, but because it's Mitsuru disclosing the information to him.
He might have known her in a different universe, but this Kirijo Mitsuru is still a stranger. The last thing he wants to do is put her in this awkward position. ]
I see.
[ ...it'd probably take too long to reach out to someone else who might feel less discomfort surrounding the snuggleblossoms' cure.
You can sometimes find people willing at the Talon.
(it did help to mention that, she's among those that frequent it. staying in shape is a habit for her....fighting, however? she hasn't had proper fights in some time. sometimes the people she ran into would be interesting, they'd all have their own experiences and, truly, their own differences. texas isn't normal by the standards of their guests, the more animalistic traits are a standout already for her. she can half tell that this woman isn't quite normal by most definitions of the word.
but she's not going to comment, not even mention it. the typical experience with her past is something easier said than done with talking about it. some things are better left unsaid.)
I got typecast, except this is because they know my past. The House has everything on us, and it's nothing good usually. There are times when they'll use it to make us uncomfortable or perform things we hate to do.
(such as her being agitated by being made to play the part of mafia heiress. that's a life she's long left behind, it didn't matter that she hated it now, did it? but she can't change that they found it amusing to twist these things around for whatever obscene bullshit is next on the list of things she's stuck with.
none of it is good. for a time, she knew lappland was around, but she's gone. perhaps that's better, she'd hate to see what would have happened if they both were in this film together.)
Oh, not at all. [Specifically in response to it being painful, not her earlier statement.] It's more like... Have you ever had that feeling when you can tell someone is staring at you without looking? It feels like that, just localized to wherever it happens to be at the time.
[Which is to say: yes, it was a little uncomfortable growing up with it, like he was being watched at all times. But then again, it's not like he's known anything else.]
Have you been here long? I've only just arrived myself, but I get the sense that the film production part isn't normal. As much as you could call anything about this "normal," of course.
In any event, it is rather curious to learn not just how many other Persona users existed, but the differences among how everyone summoned or manifested them.
The invitation to the dressing rooms is, initially, a little suspicious. Perhaps the resort's magic has its grip on Haru again.
But then she turns off the camera. Nope. Looks like she's still herself. ]
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