【 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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[ The petite figure before him wears armor -- much lighter than any she would gravitate toward at home -- and her face is largely obscured by a helm. When she recognizes Ferdinand she considers dropping this act entirely; this is not how she would prefer to encounter him here for the first time.
Or even the second.
But she stands her ground. Frankly she is actually interested in a significant payout right now and she certainly can't let it seem as though the sight of him chases her off. She lifts her helm up and off to reveal a long pale braid pinned in a crown around her head and a pair of determined lavender eyes. Her chin rises, proud and stubborn. Only two things she currently wears are her own: the small golden earring dangling from her right ear, half a golden sunburst, and the gold cuff that resembles a flowering vine hugging her left earlobe. ]
I am not unacquainted with danger, Prince Farian. I intend to face the greedy dragon plaguing both your fair lands and mine, and I will put an end to its demands.
[ This declaration is nothing if not a solemn promise. ]
slow and steady wins the race, or something like that
[ The very instant that a familiar face is revealed, there is a complicated feeling in Ferdinand's chest, as though his heart has just plummeted out of it. The part of him that isn't compelled to stay in-character is both heartened and horrified to see that Edelgard, Edelgard of all people, is here, subject to the same bizarre whims as he is. But that part of Ferdinand isn't in control right now, and whatever flash of recognition there is in his gaze — a soft expression of relief and worry, tangled into a single facial expression — lasts for only an instant. ]
Then you and I are of one mind. But bravery alone will only get you so far.
[ He strides closer, the light weight of his loose-fitting clothing causing it to billow in even this subtle breeze. Every step is quiet as the leather bottoms of his shin-high sandals touch the ground, as though he now possesses some sort of otherworldly, ethereal grace. ]
I would know the name of the one who promises to bring salvation, so that I may feel its sound upon my lips.
[ His tone is soft and intimate, as though there's more to the statement than just wanting to know her name. It's almost... flirtatious. ]
[ The moment of recognition on his face tugs oddly at her heart. There are others from home here but it has been about a year since she last saw one of her own former classmates, one of her Eagles. Linhardt was only present a moon or two, such as they are in this place that only projects an illusion of the outdoors; she lost Hubert before Linhardt arrived but there hasn't been a day that she has not missed him and next month, in the rough equivalent of Garland Moon, she intends to weave a white rose garland for his statue.
Ferdinand's presence is somehow both heartening -- something she can surely not say to him -- and dismaying. His fresh presence also serves as a sharp reminder of just how long it's been since her arrival, unthinkable and frustrating, but more importantly she doesn't want him to be trapped here as well, regardless of when or where he may have come from.
She will simply have to appreciate that she knows Ferdinand, no matter how trying he can be, can be relied on here and now. And perhaps dimly wonder how and why this role and costume seems so well-suited to him. Her assessment of him as he approaches isn't entirely acting. Has she ever been so aware of the beautiful copper sheen his hair takes on in the light?
Has she ever thought he sounded flirtatious before? Definitely not. ]
I am Eleanor of Arlandia. I admit I am unaccustomed to working with others, Prince Farian, but if our goals so align then perhaps we can be of use to each other.
[ The script leaves quite a bit to be desired, sex its centerpiece, and they are of course meant to become intimate. She will need to find a moment to convey to Ferdinand that there is no need for him cross that line with her so soon after encountering her... or at all, which would certainly be easier for both of them. The sex can be simulated, she's certain. ]
My path leads me through the Fairy Forest. You must know it well.
[ There is something within Ferdinand that even the costume's enchantment can't overcome, as even in the midst of acting, hearing Edelgard, Emperor of the Adrestian Empire, address herself as anything but simply feels wrong to him. She is the leader that he chose to follow, even if it took their professor's vote of confidence to fully convince him. And in the years since, they have grown far beyond the initial one-sided rivalry. No matter what differences they've had over the years, she's someone he knows too well for him to remain without at least some semblance of his own self.
So there he is, trapped between being immersed in this role that the House expects him to follow and being fully aware aware that it's all a facade. It makes for a heady feeling, as though he's an observer in his own body at times. The enchantment may dictate most of his words, but it doesn't have quite the same sway over his thoughts. ]
Yes, quite so. Traveling alone would be most ill-advised.
[ A hand is placed gently upon her shoulder, and though there is enough to her costume that it deadens most of the touch, there is still something tender about it. It's in Ferdinand's eyes, however, that there is something more, something that he hopes Edelgard's keen gaze is able to pick out.
Relief. Concern. Many things, but foremost among them is that he hopes that, though his words may not quite be his own, she understands that there is still a sincerity to them. ]
I am overjoyed to have found you, whatever the circumstances.
[ And with that, he turns from her, gesturing down the path that they are meant to travel. It may look long, but it's all an illusion. In reality, they will only take a few steps before the scene shifts. ]
We must be swift. The snuggleblossom is in full bloom, and every second that we wait, it spreads that much more. And I fear that even I cannot protect you from its effects.
[ Given such a good opportunity to look him in the eyes, she certainly doesn't shy away from doing so. Ferdinand is someone she would not have considered a good actor -- a good performer, perhaps -- and that isn't a slight. She doesn't consider herself an actor either. Even so, he does surprisingly well in this role.
Before his hand leaves her shoulder and he turns away she gives him the slightest of smiles. As much as she doesn't want him to be trapped here, as embarrassing as it is to be hurtling toward whatever it is they hurtle toward this very moment, it is nice to think that he is in fact glad to see her, that her presence may be helpful. ]
Let us not waste time.
[ She starts walking in their intended direction into the forest. ]
The tales are true then? I have never seen snuggleblossom in person--
[ The script implies that their conversation will fade out and another will accompany the scene's shift. She says every word she's recited but her mind is racing forward, anticipating her opportunity to communicate something more to him. Time is limited.
In a few steps the lights dim to help sell the atmosphere of trees thick around them. ]
--I admire your resolve. Have you lost anyone to the dragon?
[ It's only now that, perhaps by the sheer emotional impact of recognizing Edelgard, a part of Ferdinand's mind has cleared. He has never been one for deception or deceit, so any acting role he would normally partake in would be approached more from the angle of enthusiastic imagination than truly immersing himself in the role. But the influence of the outfit he wears has said differently, and until now, it's been an impossible compulsion to ignore.
As the scenery about them changes, the lights dimming and casting rays through a dense canopy, that compulsion grows ever weaker. Still present, but numbed by the familiarity of his scene partner, as the reminder of the world he's been taken from and the rebuilding that needs to occur there weighs heavily upon him. ]
I imagine there are few who have not. I am a prince in name only, having lost both my subjects and my realm.
[ The facade falters a bit as he lifts a dropping branch out of the way for her. The posture he takes as he steps to one side, holding it for her like he would a curtain, is very much the posture of a well-raised nobleman. He searches within himself for something, the sentiment feeling familiar to him. ]
Perhaps it is a sense of justice and duty that drives me, or perhaps I am simply lonely and seeking company. And yourself?
aaaah! I can't do much until next week but we'll manage (lord of the wings)
Or even the second.
But she stands her ground. Frankly she is actually interested in a significant payout right now and she certainly can't let it seem as though the sight of him chases her off. She lifts her helm up and off to reveal a long pale braid pinned in a crown around her head and a pair of determined lavender eyes. Her chin rises, proud and stubborn. Only two things she currently wears are her own: the small golden earring dangling from her right ear, half a golden sunburst, and the gold cuff that resembles a flowering vine hugging her left earlobe. ]
I am not unacquainted with danger, Prince Farian. I intend to face the greedy dragon plaguing both your fair lands and mine, and I will put an end to its demands.
[ This declaration is nothing if not a solemn promise. ]
slow and steady wins the race, or something like that
Then you and I are of one mind. But bravery alone will only get you so far.
[ He strides closer, the light weight of his loose-fitting clothing causing it to billow in even this subtle breeze. Every step is quiet as the leather bottoms of his shin-high sandals touch the ground, as though he now possesses some sort of otherworldly, ethereal grace. ]
I would know the name of the one who promises to bring salvation, so that I may feel its sound upon my lips.
[ His tone is soft and intimate, as though there's more to the statement than just wanting to know her name. It's almost... flirtatious. ]
no subject
Ferdinand's presence is somehow both heartening -- something she can surely not say to him -- and dismaying. His fresh presence also serves as a sharp reminder of just how long it's been since her arrival, unthinkable and frustrating, but more importantly she doesn't want him to be trapped here as well, regardless of when or where he may have come from.
She will simply have to appreciate that she knows Ferdinand, no matter how trying he can be, can be relied on here and now. And perhaps dimly wonder how and why this role and costume seems so well-suited to him. Her assessment of him as he approaches isn't entirely acting. Has she ever been so aware of the beautiful copper sheen his hair takes on in the light?
Has she ever thought he sounded flirtatious before? Definitely not. ]
I am Eleanor of Arlandia. I admit I am unaccustomed to working with others, Prince Farian, but if our goals so align then perhaps we can be of use to each other.
[ The script leaves quite a bit to be desired, sex its centerpiece, and they are of course meant to become intimate. She will need to find a moment to convey to Ferdinand that there is no need for him cross that line with her so soon after encountering her... or at all, which would certainly be easier for both of them. The sex can be simulated, she's certain. ]
My path leads me through the Fairy Forest. You must know it well.
no subject
So there he is, trapped between being immersed in this role that the House expects him to follow and being fully aware aware that it's all a facade. It makes for a heady feeling, as though he's an observer in his own body at times. The enchantment may dictate most of his words, but it doesn't have quite the same sway over his thoughts. ]
Yes, quite so. Traveling alone would be most ill-advised.
[ A hand is placed gently upon her shoulder, and though there is enough to her costume that it deadens most of the touch, there is still something tender about it. It's in Ferdinand's eyes, however, that there is something more, something that he hopes Edelgard's keen gaze is able to pick out.
Relief. Concern. Many things, but foremost among them is that he hopes that, though his words may not quite be his own, she understands that there is still a sincerity to them. ]
I am overjoyed to have found you, whatever the circumstances.
[ And with that, he turns from her, gesturing down the path that they are meant to travel. It may look long, but it's all an illusion. In reality, they will only take a few steps before the scene shifts. ]
We must be swift. The snuggleblossom is in full bloom, and every second that we wait, it spreads that much more. And I fear that even I cannot protect you from its effects.
no subject
Before his hand leaves her shoulder and he turns away she gives him the slightest of smiles. As much as she doesn't want him to be trapped here, as embarrassing as it is to be hurtling toward whatever it is they hurtle toward this very moment, it is nice to think that he is in fact glad to see her, that her presence may be helpful. ]
Let us not waste time.
[ She starts walking in their intended direction into the forest. ]
The tales are true then? I have never seen snuggleblossom in person--
[ The script implies that their conversation will fade out and another will accompany the scene's shift. She says every word she's recited but her mind is racing forward, anticipating her opportunity to communicate something more to him. Time is limited.
In a few steps the lights dim to help sell the atmosphere of trees thick around them. ]
--I admire your resolve. Have you lost anyone to the dragon?
no subject
As the scenery about them changes, the lights dimming and casting rays through a dense canopy, that compulsion grows ever weaker. Still present, but numbed by the familiarity of his scene partner, as the reminder of the world he's been taken from and the rebuilding that needs to occur there weighs heavily upon him. ]
I imagine there are few who have not. I am a prince in name only, having lost both my subjects and my realm.
[ The facade falters a bit as he lifts a dropping branch out of the way for her. The posture he takes as he steps to one side, holding it for her like he would a curtain, is very much the posture of a well-raised nobleman. He searches within himself for something, the sentiment feeling familiar to him. ]
Perhaps it is a sense of justice and duty that drives me, or perhaps I am simply lonely and seeking company. And yourself?