[Oh, he has all sorts of rebuttals to that, and he snaps back some of them mid-tantrum. Doesn't matter that they're acting in some questionable B-movie; no one pushes down the great Hiyori Tomoe without his permission (or interrupts his sexy strip show without facing consequences)!]
My "place"? I'm your bride! And this is not the nineteen-fifties! No one likes a pushy controlling husband!
[Actually, they probably do since the whole script is following porn logic.
Not that Hiyori ever fully accepted he'd be making porn. He knew what the plot called for, but ever since animatronic dragon was unveiled, he thought there was no way that was really expected of him. Giant movie monsters don't have genitals! Or at least they don't outside the Golden Peacock. But GP is exactly where they are, and a great big (Bad) Dragon dick is what he currently finds his fingers wrapped around. Not for the purpose of titillating the camera crew or the imagined audience, mind you; he's mostly just feeling around in disbelief. (Does the camera crew even have a good view of what he's doing yet? They're having to readjust, since the Dragon Lord pushed down the bride sooner than they were expecting, so for the time being probably not.)
There he lies, trapped under the dragon, hand frozen around its dick. He's stunned, and yet he should have known this was coming. Didn't he and Reign stumble across all sorts of freaky-looking dildos when they searched the first-floor storage room together? It's still a lot. But after all the things he's done, and thought about doing in front of others, having a toy used on him for the gratification of a future audience isn't quite the automatic no-go it would have been months ago. One part of him finds it objectionable but another part finds it exciting. He almost considers it.]
That's... well...
[Does he want to put on a show? Or rather, is he willing to go that far to put one on? He can't answer with any certainty, but he thinks about that question as he glances at the big thing hanging there between the dragon's legs.]
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My "place"? I'm your bride! And this is not the nineteen-fifties! No one likes a pushy controlling husband!
[Actually, they probably do since the whole script is following porn logic.
Not that Hiyori ever fully accepted he'd be making porn. He knew what the plot called for, but ever since animatronic dragon was unveiled, he thought there was no way that was really expected of him. Giant movie monsters don't have genitals! Or at least they don't outside the Golden Peacock. But GP is exactly where they are, and a great big (Bad) Dragon dick is what he currently finds his fingers wrapped around. Not for the purpose of titillating the camera crew or the imagined audience, mind you; he's mostly just feeling around in disbelief. (Does the camera crew even have a good view of what he's doing yet? They're having to readjust, since the Dragon Lord pushed down the bride sooner than they were expecting, so for the time being probably not.)
There he lies, trapped under the dragon, hand frozen around its dick. He's stunned, and yet he should have known this was coming. Didn't he and Reign stumble across all sorts of freaky-looking dildos when they searched the first-floor storage room together? It's still a lot. But after all the things he's done, and thought about doing in front of others, having a toy used on him for the gratification of a future audience isn't quite the automatic no-go it would have been months ago. One part of him finds it objectionable but another part finds it exciting. He almost considers it.]
That's... well...
[Does he want to put on a show? Or rather, is he willing to go that far to put one on? He can't answer with any certainty, but he thinks about that question as he glances at the big thing hanging there between the dragon's legs.]