【 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. 】
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[ Red comes back to herself slowly, blinking in the lights of the trailer as she tries to let her brain catch up. She's acutely aware of the feeling of the robe against bare skin. Her brain races and for a moment she's not sure where she is. And then she sits bolt upright and stares around the very luxurious (and gaudy) trailer she's found herself in. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again.
Her mind races.
Right. She knows where this is. ]
How the fuck did I-?
[ She's not alone, though is she? And it's probably not a familiar face. ]
I'd ask what day it is, but this place doesn't keep track of time, does it?
II. Registry
Irene Red
Height: 170 cm Weight: Muscular! Age: 25 Eye color: Gray Hair color: Red
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• The strong and passionate hot-headed main character! • The trusty, gruff soldier type! • Stunt person!
KINKS & FETISHES
• Collars and leashes, of course. • Praise - call her a good girl! • Just a little bit of pain.
SPECIAL SKILLS
• Turns into a dog-person; bark, bark! • Superb sense of smell. • Good in a fight!
III. Indie Project
[ Somehow, she's been roped into doing some sort of scene, despite herself. She's sadly used to this - or she thinks she is. She's been snagged for her looks, apparently - "A red head with muscles, that's perfect!" And now she finds herself standing on a very false beach, wearing a very tight-fitting and scandalously skimpy one-piece (bright red) bathing suit, holding a life-guard float and wearing a sun visor. She squints at the artificial lighting, then at the teleprompter that's hovering in the camera, and then at her partner.
Ahem. ]
Uh... "It looks like you could... use a lifeguard... for your private beach"?
[ Who writes this stuff? ]
IV. Premiere!
[ OK, Red has to admit the red carpet experience is kind of amusing, even if she's a little weirded out by how everything just changed on her all of a sudden. She's trying to get her head wrapped around everything, thinking about the people she needs to talk to - and trying to ignore the flashes of the cameras, because man, those are getting kind of annoying. But it is kind of nice to be dressed to the nines, isn't it? She's in a tux and everything. She settles her hands into her pockets, striking a bit of a pose, infected by the moment. ]
...you know, this is kinda fun.
[ She leans over to murmur to someone. Oh, that's going in the gossip rags. TORRID AFFAIR?
Much later she's settling into her seat, not quite sure she's ready to watch a bunch of porn, but - uh. What's this in the bag? She glances at one of her neighbors quizzically. ]
I'd ask if they're serious, but I know this stupid place.
V. Wildcard!
[ Red is a returning character; she's been doing her best to settle back in. Would love new people or familiar faces! Please note for smut, she's f/f only, but happy to chat with anyone and everyone. Feel free to meet her anywhere else. ]
( there really is no rhyme of reason as to why reira should even go to the trailers beyond just a curious fascination to see if anyone from her own world had finally been brought here and while her instinct told her ‘no’ each time, she just had to see for herself.
what she wasn’t expecting to find upon opening the door of one of them [really she should learn to knock] was red of all people back and no longer a statue.
immediately with tears in her eyes she ran right for the other woman and pulled her into a tight embrace before crying out— )
You’re really back! I can’t believe it, I thought you were gone forever!
( perhaps she was being a bit too dramatic here, embracing red so carelessly and pouring all of her emotions into this encounter but she couldn't help it. in the brief period of time red seemed to be gone from the resort [and most likely turned into a statue based on the information given to her by shanks and hiyori], reira felt what others here felt. she finally understood them—
loosing someone you'd become friends with, someone who helped her come around accepting her own sexuality....well it was painful. )
I don't know one week, two, three? I'm not sure, it's hard to keep track of time here given.....you know the setup?
( the artificial sky and casino setup made things a blur really. it made some feel like a hamster trapped in a cage, and while she had yet to feel that way, it was coming soon she was sure. )
[ Red doesn't seem to mind the embrace. She's just a touch confused by it - or was until Reira gets across why she's upset. She pauses and then she gives Reira a little squeeze, a hug to try and reassure her. ]
Well, yeah. I know it. But - I didn't feel like I was gone at all. I just went to bed and woke up here. Like it was nothing.
[ She takes a breath. ]
...but I guess I'm back now. Didn't mean to make you worry like that.
[ by now, manuela has learned not to pay much mind to the nonsense her watch spits out. but in this particular case, she can't help the anger that bubbles out of her like hot lava. ]
How dare you! To not only use her and image, but to say such filth about her! When she hasn't even been gone a month! Have you truly no shame?!
[ Gasps and disgruntled sounds arise from the crowds swarming the red carpet. The sea of people scatters as someone weaves through them. Finally, the culprit stumbles out, running straight for the woman on the red carpet.
There's a furious flash of camera lights and the deafening sound of whirring shutters, but Minato doesn't pay them any mind, far too focused on reaching the red carpet. He's dressed in his own navy suit, eyes wide as if he's not entirely sure he can believe his eyes. ]
You -- I looked everywhere --
[ The crowd's abuzz again. Who was this guy? What was his relationship to the woman who'd just been strolling down the carpet? ]
[ That's a familiar voice. Red half turns around, quizzical and looking for the source - and there he is coming through the crowd. She turns toward him and grins, her smile lighting up her face as she steps forward to meet him. To hell with the rest of the crowd - if she's going to be stuck here again, she's glad to see a familiar face. ]
Minato!
[ She settles a hand on her hip. ]
Tell me about it. I went to bed one night, next thing I know I'm in trailer. Still trying to figure out how long it's been...
[ There's a beat of hesitation before Minato reaches out, patting Red's elbow a couple of times. Solid. Real. Thank goodness. After hearing disembodied voices last month, it suddenly occurred to him that he might start seeing things that weren't actually there. ]
I think it's been about two weeks since I last saw you.
[ His hand drops back to his side as he casts a quick glance at the crowd. They've definitely attracted a lot of attention now, which makes him shift a bit uneasily. Fortunately, his relief at seeing Red again seems to be outweighing the self-consciousness. ]
I... heard sometimes people go missing here. But I didn't -- I didn't think it'd be so soon.
[ She rubs the back of her head, trying to ignore the crowd herself. She turns away from them so at least they cna't try to lip-read her or something, leaning in to speak to Minato in a lower voice. ]
Believe me, I didn't plan on going missing, either. It just kinda happened. Not sure what went wrong...
[ though tifa had definitely enjoyed her time visiting that beach back in costa del sol, there's absolutely nothing about this that sparks much joy of "basking in the sun", considering aforementioned sun is nothing more than a film light that's beaming much too brightly, doing double work in the way the heavy bulbs actually make the set that much warmer as if they really are out there in hot weather.
even the bathing suit is familiar, being exactly what she'd worn on that real beach those months ago, though with the intentions for it being much different than before, it almost doesn't feel quite as comfortable as it had back then. especially when she knows she might not be meant to actually be wearing it for long, or at least not properly.
there is a brief moment of joy when she arrives on the set though, distracted for a moment when she sees a familiar face. ]
Red, hey! It's been a little while, huh? [ she only manages a quick greeting before the prompter begins to hover closer, regaining her attention in what they're supposed to be doing here. ] Oh, um ... [ she sits down back on the stretched blanket upon the fake sand, leaning back on her hands and bending her knees to press her feet flat down as she spreads her thighs apart, the angle showing off the bikini bottom beneath an excessively short skirt. she purses her lips, trying her best to read the line with a flirtatious edge. ] "Actually, I'm ... not really good at swimming, so — I thought you could give me some lessons on how well you can hold your breath."
[ Another familiar face and her smile is perhaps a bit more genuine than it was. She likes Tifa, after all. They were friends. Acquaintances at least - although she does have to remember why they're here, which puts a slight damper on things. Her cheeks darken a little as she watches her opposite number settle back onto her towel, the short skirt of her swimsuit hiking up to reveal the bikini bottom underneath.
Her mouth feels a little dry suddenly.
But of course, that's what this place wants. She chucks the float aside without much of a care - she's not going to need it anyway - and she steps froward, sliding down onto her knees between her legs, eyes darting to the prompter to try and get an idea of what comes next. ]
"Oh, trust me, I'm sure I can give your lungs a good workout."
[ Seriously, who's writing this? Her eyes flicker to meet Tifa's as she leans in a little, framing her with a hand on either side of her waist. Her head cocks a little - a silent little ask, as if to say "Is this OK?" ]
[ sometimes she can't tell if it's more awkward to get caught up in these kinds of situations more with friends than it does with strangers. because there's something almost odd to go from something simple like having lunch or taking a walk or going shopping to suddenly being told they have to get far more intimate with one another than they ever have before in the times they've spent in each other's company.
and she certainly has enjoyed red's company in their brief times together (before she hadn't heard from the girl for a few weeks), with plenty of attraction present, but it's definitely a steep jump to go from those encounters to this. to tifa laying back on a blanket with her legs spread and the sudden expectation that hands, fingers, mouths, tongues could all suddenly be placed anywhere on their bodies.
red gestures with a cocked tilt of her head and tifa can sense the question there, responding with a light subtle nod of her own to give her that passing approval, her eyes honest in their affirmation, albeit with plenty of an apology as well, before she mutters the next line. ]
"Then you'll definitely have to show me all the ways we can keep our mouths occupied. Leave me breathless."
[ Red's been fond of Tifa, too. She just... hadn't imagined that she'd end up in this situation with her. Although maybe she should have, considering just what this place likes to do them. Of course, Tifa's intensely attractive, but she's not thought too hard about it before now. Or maybe she's tried not to. She doesn't like letting this place get into her head.
But here she is now, putting on a show. Despite the awkwardness there's definitely the stir of something in her belly - heat, a twinge of arousal, as she looks at just how much of Tifa is on display for her. She swallows, catching that little nod. Alright. Fine. At least they're making the best of it. ]
"First... I'll need to demonstrate some mouth-to-mouth."
[ God, what a terrible line. It's all she can do to maintain a straight face (and unless they do some serious editing, it's going to be kind of obvious she's close to breaking when anyone watches this). She brings herself forward, up, her hand skimming gently against the bare expanse of skin on Tifa's belly as she leans in to steal a kiss. She's slightly hesitant at first, until the director yells some stage direction: "A little more passion and confidence! C'mon already!"
There's flare of irritation at that, but she tries to follow along. The kiss goes from slightly hesitant to more passionate, tongue trying to get past Tifa's lips. And in between the wet little smack of lip on lip, she murmurs, too low to be caught (she hopes), her voice breathless. ]
[ The outfit is kind of cool, but otherwise Nami is not at all into this cheesy "pirate" themed movie she’s been coerced into being a part of. For the sake of her precious and quite hefty balance of chips, however, she’s got her lines mostly memorized and is ready to get this over with. If the movies that she’s encountered in the resort prior to this are anything to go by, a believable performance isn’t exactly on anybody’s mind. Just like with everything else at the Peacock, only one thing matters, so she doesn’t feel that bad when the door to her “cell” opens, and she’s handcuffed before being escorted through a set dressed to look like the inside of a ship by burly extras.
With a huff that’s more exasperation than it is a show of fright and effort, she’s all but pushed through the doors of what’s supposed to be the captain’s quarters. They bang shut, making her straighten with a start as a lock clicks into place behind her. Nami’s eyes widen slightly after they land on Red, clad in what she assumes must be this version of a Marine uniform. It’s definitely not a bad look either; she’s always been weak for a beautiful woman in an official-looking ensemble, even if encountering Red (especially dressed like this) is always reason enough to make her flush, just a little.
Staring for a beat too long makes whoever is behind the camera clear their throat, giving Nami the nudge she needs to actually pick up her awkwardly missed cue. ]
I won’t tell you anything. [ She starts, putting a dramatic little quiver into her voice, as she takes a few steps back, her breasts rising and falling with the force of her theatrically panicked breathing ]
You’ll never find the treasure, no matter what you do to me!
[ Red has no idea how she keeps getting dragged into these. It's the third (or fourth) "film" she's been volunteered for. Although this one is a little different. She's been put into a very sexily cut sort of uniform - plunging neckline, some sort of bodice to push her chest up, a ridiculous skirt and thigh high boots. Not to mention the hat. She's sure she looks utterly ridiculous, but the point is to show off skin. She's been settled into what looks like a cabin - there are big "windows" behind her, ostensibly showing off a seascape as the "ship" sails along.
Of course with a title like "Pirates of the Booty Bein: On Slutty Tides" she wasn't sure what she expected. She hasn't even had a chance to skim the script, she's just been told that she should be "domineering". Great. So her expression is entirely un-amused when Nami appears. She starts for a moment, stares, and then tries to clear her throat, shoving to her feet as the prompter starts blasting lines at her. ]
Oh, you'll talk alright-
[ There's a pause as she tries to figure out the best way to approach this. She comes out from behind the desk and strides toward her. ONly the stiffness in her spine and the way she moves her limbs betrays that she's a bit unsure. ]
In fact, by the end of this little session, I daresay you'll be more than willing to do anything I - ah - I ask-! [ A glance toward the camera that she hopes no one notices and then she reaches out to snag the ring in Nami's necklace (collar?) and somewhat awkwardly tugs her toward the cabin table. As they move, she manages a low mutter. ]
[ Oddly, Red's awkward delivery puts Nami at ease. It’s consoling to not be the only one who’s making it up as they go. For Red’s sake, she tries to roll with it, seemingly oblivious to the stilted delivery of the other woman’s lines when she gasps dramatically after she promises Nami that she’ll talk ]
No, never!
[ Her voice sounds so fake, Nami has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing before she arches her back towards Red as the other woman pulls on the ring connecting her top to the collar around her neck, her breasts lifting upward invitingly despite the feigned hesitance she puts on those few steps forward. ]
No matter what you do, I swear I’ll never tell you. [ When Red stops the ruse long enough to murmur an apology, Nami keeps her response subtle, letting her steps falter briefly so her hip bumps against Red’s in a brief, wordless acknowledgement, before she’s hustled over to the edge of the table and their act can resume. ]
[ The hip bump at least makes Red feel a little better about everything, but she's still feeling nervous and ill at ease about being in the literal spotlight. Especially when she's still trying to grapple with his whole thing. Although she has to admit Nami does look good in that outfit. A little ridiculous, maybe, but definitely attractive. ]
I've heard that before.
[ It's not quite a sneer. Still a little undercooked in terms of acting, really, but she gives Nami a push and a tug and puts a hand on the nape of her neck, "forcing" her to bend over the table and, after a moment of hesitant confusion, looping the chains of her "manacles" into bolt set into the table for such a purpose. With her appropriately "restrained" she pauses again, awkward and unsure, and then with a touch of prompting, slides her hand under Nami's skirt, feeling smooth, warm skin, her hand sliding up and up, over the curve of her rump as she gathers her skirts and shoves them up around her hips to expose more of her. ]
I'll give you one more chance, you know. Otherwise... things might get a little painful.
[ She manages to at least sound a little threatening. ]
Irene Red | On a Leash | New/Returning Character
[ Red comes back to herself slowly, blinking in the lights of the trailer as she tries to let her brain catch up. She's acutely aware of the feeling of the robe against bare skin. Her brain races and for a moment she's not sure where she is. And then she sits bolt upright and stares around the very luxurious (and gaudy) trailer she's found herself in. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again.
Her mind races.
Right. She knows where this is. ]
How the fuck did I-?
[ She's not alone, though is she? And it's probably not a familiar face. ]
I'd ask what day it is, but this place doesn't keep track of time, does it?
II. Registry
Height: 170 cm
Weight: Muscular!
Age: 25
Eye color: Gray
Hair color: Red
• The strong and passionate hot-headed main character!
• The trusty, gruff soldier type!
• Stunt person!
• Collars and leashes, of course.
• Praise - call her a good girl!
• Just a little bit of pain.
• Turns into a dog-person; bark, bark!
• Superb sense of smell.
• Good in a fight!
III. Indie Project
[ Somehow, she's been roped into doing some sort of scene, despite herself. She's sadly used to this - or she thinks she is. She's been snagged for her looks, apparently - "A red head with muscles, that's perfect!" And now she finds herself standing on a very false beach, wearing a very tight-fitting and scandalously skimpy one-piece (bright red) bathing suit, holding a life-guard float and wearing a sun visor. She squints at the artificial lighting, then at the teleprompter that's hovering in the camera, and then at her partner.
Ahem. ]
Uh... "It looks like you could... use a lifeguard... for your private beach"?
[ Who writes this stuff? ]
IV. Premiere!
[ OK, Red has to admit the red carpet experience is kind of amusing, even if she's a little weirded out by how everything just changed on her all of a sudden. She's trying to get her head wrapped around everything, thinking about the people she needs to talk to - and trying to ignore the flashes of the cameras, because man, those are getting kind of annoying. But it is kind of nice to be dressed to the nines, isn't it? She's in a tux and everything. She settles her hands into her pockets, striking a bit of a pose, infected by the moment. ]
...you know, this is kinda fun.
[ She leans over to murmur to someone. Oh, that's going in the gossip rags. TORRID AFFAIR?
Much later she's settling into her seat, not quite sure she's ready to watch a bunch of porn, but - uh. What's this in the bag? She glances at one of her neighbors quizzically. ]
I'd ask if they're serious, but I know this stupid place.
V. Wildcard!
[ Red is a returning character; she's been doing her best to settle back in. Would love new people or familiar faces! Please note for smut, she's f/f only, but happy to chat with anyone and everyone. Feel free to meet her anywhere else. ]
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— trailer (cries)
what she wasn’t expecting to find upon opening the door of one of them [really she should learn to knock] was red of all people back and no longer a statue.
immediately with tears in her eyes she ran right for the other woman and pulled her into a tight embrace before crying out— )
You’re really back! I can’t believe it, I thought you were gone forever!
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Well, things are weird. She instinctively returns the embrace, her eyes wide and blinking as she tries to sort herself out. ]
Reira? What the Hell happened? What - how long was I gone?
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loosing someone you'd become friends with, someone who helped her come around accepting her own sexuality....well it was painful. )
I don't know one week, two, three? I'm not sure, it's hard to keep track of time here given.....you know the setup?
( the artificial sky and casino setup made things a blur really. it made some feel like a hamster trapped in a cage, and while she had yet to feel that way, it was coming soon she was sure. )
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Well, yeah. I know it. But - I didn't feel like I was gone at all. I just went to bed and woke up here. Like it was nothing.
[ She takes a breath. ]
...but I guess I'm back now. Didn't mean to make you worry like that.
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going to wrap this up here ♥
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How dare you! To not only use her and image, but to say such filth about her! When she hasn't even been gone a month! Have you truly no shame?!
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Manuela!
It's me! Not that I wrote half of this.
*her name and image... i can write i promise,
Is it truly you?
[ sus.................................. she hasn't yet heard of the phenomenon of people returning, ok. ]
Come to me if it really is.
[ yes, absolutely drop whatever it is you're doing and prove to her you aren't a hallucination. ty. ]
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Where are you?
[ Well, she's not really doing anything else right now, is she? ]
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apologies for the wait! u_u pls feel free to ignore if it's been too long
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puts my hand here. premiere
[ Gasps and disgruntled sounds arise from the crowds swarming the red carpet. The sea of people scatters as someone weaves through them. Finally, the culprit stumbles out, running straight for the woman on the red carpet.
There's a furious flash of camera lights and the deafening sound of whirring shutters, but Minato doesn't pay them any mind, far too focused on reaching the red carpet. He's dressed in his own navy suit, eyes wide as if he's not entirely sure he can believe his eyes. ]
You -- I looked everywhere --
[ The crowd's abuzz again. Who was this guy? What was his relationship to the woman who'd just been strolling down the carpet? ]
I couldn't find you anywhere...
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Minato!
[ She settles a hand on her hip. ]
Tell me about it. I went to bed one night, next thing I know I'm in trailer. Still trying to figure out how long it's been...
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I think it's been about two weeks since I last saw you.
[ His hand drops back to his side as he casts a quick glance at the crowd. They've definitely attracted a lot of attention now, which makes him shift a bit uneasily. Fortunately, his relief at seeing Red again seems to be outweighing the self-consciousness. ]
I... heard sometimes people go missing here. But I didn't -- I didn't think it'd be so soon.
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[ She rubs the back of her head, trying to ignore the crowd herself. She turns away from them so at least they cna't try to lip-read her or something, leaning in to speak to Minato in a lower voice. ]
Believe me, I didn't plan on going missing, either. It just kinda happened. Not sure what went wrong...
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indie project 🖤
even the bathing suit is familiar, being exactly what she'd worn on that real beach those months ago, though with the intentions for it being much different than before, it almost doesn't feel quite as comfortable as it had back then. especially when she knows she might not be meant to actually be wearing it for long, or at least not properly.
there is a brief moment of joy when she arrives on the set though, distracted for a moment when she sees a familiar face. ]
Red, hey! It's been a little while, huh? [ she only manages a quick greeting before the prompter begins to hover closer, regaining her attention in what they're supposed to be doing here. ] Oh, um ... [ she sits down back on the stretched blanket upon the fake sand, leaning back on her hands and bending her knees to press her feet flat down as she spreads her thighs apart, the angle showing off the bikini bottom beneath an excessively short skirt. she purses her lips, trying her best to read the line with a flirtatious edge. ] "Actually, I'm ... not really good at swimming, so — I thought you could give me some lessons on how well you can hold your breath."
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Her mouth feels a little dry suddenly.
But of course, that's what this place wants. She chucks the float aside without much of a care - she's not going to need it anyway - and she steps froward, sliding down onto her knees between her legs, eyes darting to the prompter to try and get an idea of what comes next. ]
"Oh, trust me, I'm sure I can give your lungs a good workout."
[ Seriously, who's writing this? Her eyes flicker to meet Tifa's as she leans in a little, framing her with a hand on either side of her waist. Her head cocks a little - a silent little ask, as if to say "Is this OK?" ]
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and she certainly has enjoyed red's company in their brief times together (before she hadn't heard from the girl for a few weeks), with plenty of attraction present, but it's definitely a steep jump to go from those encounters to this. to tifa laying back on a blanket with her legs spread and the sudden expectation that hands, fingers, mouths, tongues could all suddenly be placed anywhere on their bodies.
red gestures with a cocked tilt of her head and tifa can sense the question there, responding with a light subtle nod of her own to give her that passing approval, her eyes honest in their affirmation, albeit with plenty of an apology as well, before she mutters the next line. ]
"Then you'll definitely have to show me all the ways we can keep our mouths occupied. Leave me breathless."
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But here she is now, putting on a show. Despite the awkwardness there's definitely the stir of something in her belly - heat, a twinge of arousal, as she looks at just how much of Tifa is on display for her. She swallows, catching that little nod. Alright. Fine. At least they're making the best of it. ]
"First... I'll need to demonstrate some mouth-to-mouth."
[ God, what a terrible line. It's all she can do to maintain a straight face (and unless they do some serious editing, it's going to be kind of obvious she's close to breaking when anyone watches this). She brings herself forward, up, her hand skimming gently against the bare expanse of skin on Tifa's belly as she leans in to steal a kiss. She's slightly hesitant at first, until the director yells some stage direction: "A little more passion and confidence! C'mon already!"
There's flare of irritation at that, but she tries to follow along. The kiss goes from slightly hesitant to more passionate, tongue trying to get past Tifa's lips. And in between the wet little smack of lip on lip, she murmurs, too low to be caught (she hopes), her voice breathless. ]
Guess we're doing this.
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wildcard, pirates of the booty bein: on slutty tides
With a huff that’s more exasperation than it is a show of fright and effort, she’s all but pushed through the doors of what’s supposed to be the captain’s quarters. They bang shut, making her straighten with a start as a lock clicks into place behind her. Nami’s eyes widen slightly after they land on Red, clad in what she assumes must be this version of a Marine uniform. It’s definitely not a bad look either; she’s always been weak for a beautiful woman in an official-looking ensemble, even if encountering Red (especially dressed like this) is always reason enough to make her flush, just a little.
Staring for a beat too long makes whoever is behind the camera clear their throat, giving Nami the nudge she needs to actually pick up her awkwardly missed cue. ]
I won’t tell you anything. [ She starts, putting a dramatic little quiver into her voice, as she takes a few steps back, her breasts rising and falling with the force of her theatrically panicked breathing ]
You’ll never find the treasure, no matter what you do to me!
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Of course with a title like "Pirates of the Booty Bein: On Slutty Tides" she wasn't sure what she expected. She hasn't even had a chance to skim the script, she's just been told that she should be "domineering". Great. So her expression is entirely un-amused when Nami appears. She starts for a moment, stares, and then tries to clear her throat, shoving to her feet as the prompter starts blasting lines at her. ]
Oh, you'll talk alright-
[ There's a pause as she tries to figure out the best way to approach this. She comes out from behind the desk and strides toward her. ONly the stiffness in her spine and the way she moves her limbs betrays that she's a bit unsure. ]
In fact, by the end of this little session, I daresay you'll be more than willing to do anything I - ah - I ask-! [ A glance toward the camera that she hopes no one notices and then she reaches out to snag the ring in Nami's necklace (collar?) and somewhat awkwardly tugs her toward the cabin table. As they move, she manages a low mutter. ]
Sorry about this.
[ Hopefully the mic didn't pick that up. ]
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No, never!
[ Her voice sounds so fake, Nami has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing before she arches her back towards Red as the other woman pulls on the ring connecting her top to the collar around her neck, her breasts lifting upward invitingly despite the feigned hesitance she puts on those few steps forward. ]
No matter what you do, I swear I’ll never tell you. [ When Red stops the ruse long enough to murmur an apology, Nami keeps her response subtle, letting her steps falter briefly so her hip bumps against Red’s in a brief, wordless acknowledgement, before she’s hustled over to the edge of the table and their act can resume. ]
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I've heard that before.
[ It's not quite a sneer. Still a little undercooked in terms of acting, really, but she gives Nami a push and a tug and puts a hand on the nape of her neck, "forcing" her to bend over the table and, after a moment of hesitant confusion, looping the chains of her "manacles" into bolt set into the table for such a purpose. With her appropriately "restrained" she pauses again, awkward and unsure, and then with a touch of prompting, slides her hand under Nami's skirt, feeling smooth, warm skin, her hand sliding up and up, over the curve of her rump as she gathers her skirts and shoves them up around her hips to expose more of her. ]
I'll give you one more chance, you know. Otherwise... things might get a little painful.
[ She manages to at least sound a little threatening. ]
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