【 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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[The power of faith is far less subtle in Aurelia’s home world, to the point where the idea of there being a corrupted church is more or less impossible for her to fathom. And a priest without holy power capable of burning her just as ridiculous. ]
[Better not to bother them at all.]
[The question sends more red to her cheeks, the look she levels at Clara one of pure embarrassment, one she hides by futzing with her gift bag before responding with a nod.]
I don’t need blood, but it’s an easy thing to crave. Especially in a place like this.
[She’ll elaborate if Clara pushes, but it’s clear she considers it a sensitive an intimate topic… considering their in a porno theater she supposes this is the right place for it.]
[Oh, that's quite a lot of blush. Clara can understand the cravings, to some extent. She can't understand the first part. To be a kindred was to know hunger intimately. The only way to feel fully sated was a line she would not cross. When that hunger built, though, the craving she felt wasn't anything to blush about. It was inhuman. It was monstrous.]
So you can survive without drinking it.
[And the act of drinking it brought that much color to her face. Craving it was normal in an opulent, lustful place like the Golden Peacock.]
Is it like an addiction?
[Prodding in a slightly different direction than going straight for Aurelia's sex life.]
A dependency maybe, if I was not careful with managing myself and my urges. I could grow dependent on it, on the way it makes me feel.
[Whole, Alive, like a complete person instead of a hollow shell wrapped around an ever-hungering void. Happy, in a single word.]
It’s a drug. That’s all it is. I don’t need it, but it makes everything easier when I have it. Why do you ask?
[The last is hushed, not quite reproachful but curious on why Clara would be pursuing so intimate a line of questioning. She has her own suspicions, and her red gaze lingers on Clara’s wrist, watching it carefully.]
[So many living things ate but kindred were different. They sustained themselves on blood and on the act of killing. However, there was no choice to stop. So long as Clara wanted to live she needed to take part in lesser acts, like donated blood in little bottles.]
I was curious.
[she says, although her eyes don't quite match that simplicity. It's when she continues that her expression seems to line up a bit more and look more natural:]
I was worried the actor might kill the other. If they were a real vampire.
[Morbid and written with a faint smile on her lips.]
[Is what she settles on, after staring Clara down in silence for a long minute, time spent letting her breath still again and the flush fade from her cheeks. It’s easy to ignore the movie when she’s focusing on the other woman, little details lingering in her subconscious, only to be lost when the victim of the current piece screams and puts another blush on her face as her eyes are dragged back towards the ‘climax’]
I wonder where that trend got started, it’s not like being bitten feels good unless you’re making an effort to change sensory perceptions.
[It’s a half-hearted complaint, rhetorical, even as she takes a look at Clara’s next sentence and scoffs]
If they were careless enough for that, I doubt they’d be allowed to run wild for long. Someone would take a sword to them. Surely.
[Another mental note, her kind could make it pleasurable for humans but it took effort. She can't imagine many of them would make the effort unless they had to.]
[Kindred loved holding that power over humans. The Masquerade was put into place because if all the humans organized they might actually be able to kill the lot of them. Humanity was a threat but a single human was a plaything. If one of them run wild, yes, the sword would slice cleanly through their throat.]
That is reassuring. I would not like to have so many killers around.
[Clara has killed people. She's managed to never kill them by drinking but, inevitably, she has killed people.]
[... oh, right, the pornography.]
I'm sorry if this is a personal question but how much practice with intimacy have you experienced? Is that much [...] leaking natural?
[Aurelia offers a guarded look to the sentence about killers, before nodding slowly. She has killed, thousands have been slain by her hands or will, but to have the reckless thrill killers would be a tragedy. This place needs more killers the way it needs more sheets, not at all.
The other question has her bite her lip before she responds, choosing to reach her hand out and write her response out rather than speak it aloud where other ears might hear it.]
Very little experience, But I suspect they are exaggerating the amount of … fluid, to make it easier to view. You?
[There's something reassuring about "very little" experience. She's not the only person floundering in this place. She's not the only one taking so long to adjust to the atmosphere steeped in sex.]
I see. Movies are far more advanced here so perhaps they are faking it.
[Or, like, someone's off-camera with a syringe full of corn-starch slurry ready to spurt it out.]
[(Or medication was used to make the amount sincere. Movies weren't the only thing advanced about the resort.)]
Advanced in some areas, deeply primitive in others.
[She smirks you herself, overly proud of constructing even a small joke. She seems satisfied enough to lean back into the seat in silence. Yet all too soon the pangs of loneliness start to claw at her, and she reaches out to lay her hand on Clara's wrist for a moment, stealing the pen once more. ]
You are very easy to talk to, I appreciate your company.
[Primitive... Clara was a very focused person. She had never had time in her life to consider society at large. The largest she saw was her clan and even then her objections to it were more her mistreatment than grand ethical statement. The House exerted control over them in the same way the clan did. Was that primitive? Was the sex primitive? She wonders about it briefly as the sweaty, bloody bodies overlap on screen.]
[Her attention is drawn by the touch on her wrist and the little text that pops up.]
I have heard the former before. Less so the latter.
[For so much of her life she had been easy. She was an easy captive, an easy admirer, and then an easy tool. For as long as that had lasted she had not often been appreciated. Perhaps sometime she will feel she deserves it.]
[Aurelia’s full focus lands on Clara’s eyes, glowing red eyes peering at her with inhuman curiosity. The desire to pick apart the mystery behind her words, behind Clara, intensifying as she realizes that she’s spent the past ten minutes being probed for information and getting little in return.]
Clara…
[Aurelia trails off and shakes her head, leaning back into the seat… and leaning herself closer to Clara. Both to satisfy her own desire for company and to offer the ‘human’ comfort of having someone close. This isn’t the place for her to start picking at the Mystery behind Clara. It would be rude and improper. So she’ll content herself with silence and company for now.]
no subject
[Better not to bother them at all.]
[The question sends more red to her cheeks, the look she levels at Clara one of pure embarrassment, one she hides by futzing with her gift bag before responding with a nod.]
I don’t need blood, but it’s an easy thing to crave. Especially in a place like this.
[She’ll elaborate if Clara pushes, but it’s clear she considers it a sensitive an intimate topic… considering their in a porno theater she supposes this is the right place for it.]
no subject
So you can survive without drinking it.
[And the act of drinking it brought that much color to her face. Craving it was normal in an opulent, lustful place like the Golden Peacock.]
Is it like an addiction?
[Prodding in a slightly different direction than going straight for Aurelia's sex life.]
no subject
[Whole, Alive, like a complete person instead of a hollow shell wrapped around an ever-hungering void. Happy, in a single word.]
It’s a drug. That’s all it is. I don’t need it, but it makes everything easier when I have it. Why do you ask?
[The last is hushed, not quite reproachful but curious on why Clara would be pursuing so intimate a line of questioning. She has her own suspicions, and her red gaze lingers on Clara’s wrist, watching it carefully.]
no subject
I was curious.
[she says, although her eyes don't quite match that simplicity. It's when she continues that her expression seems to line up a bit more and look more natural:]
I was worried the actor might kill the other. If they were a real vampire.
[Morbid and written with a faint smile on her lips.]
no subject
[Is what she settles on, after staring Clara down in silence for a long minute, time spent letting her breath still again and the flush fade from her cheeks. It’s easy to ignore the movie when she’s focusing on the other woman, little details lingering in her subconscious, only to be lost when the victim of the current piece screams and puts another blush on her face as her eyes are dragged back towards the ‘climax’]
I wonder where that trend got started, it’s not like being bitten feels good unless you’re making an effort to change sensory perceptions.
[It’s a half-hearted complaint, rhetorical, even as she takes a look at Clara’s next sentence and scoffs]
If they were careless enough for that, I doubt they’d be allowed to run wild for long. Someone would take a sword to them. Surely.
no subject
[Kindred loved holding that power over humans. The Masquerade was put into place because if all the humans organized they might actually be able to kill the lot of them. Humanity was a threat but a single human was a plaything. If one of them run wild, yes, the sword would slice cleanly through their throat.]
That is reassuring. I would not like to have so many killers around.
[Clara has killed people. She's managed to never kill them by drinking but, inevitably, she has killed people.]
[... oh, right, the pornography.]
I'm sorry if this is a personal question but how much practice with intimacy have you experienced? Is that much [...] leaking natural?
no subject
[Aurelia offers a guarded look to the sentence about killers, before nodding slowly. She has killed, thousands have been slain by her hands or will, but to have the reckless thrill killers would be a tragedy. This place needs more killers the way it needs more sheets, not at all.
The other question has her bite her lip before she responds, choosing to reach her hand out and write her response out rather than speak it aloud where other ears might hear it.]
Very little experience, But I suspect they are exaggerating the amount of … fluid, to make it easier to view. You?
no subject
I see. Movies are far more advanced here so perhaps they are faking it.
[Or, like, someone's off-camera with a syringe full of corn-starch slurry ready to spurt it out.]
[(Or medication was used to make the amount sincere. Movies weren't the only thing advanced about the resort.)]
she decided to get sappy on me
Advanced in some areas, deeply primitive in others.
[She smirks you herself, overly proud of constructing even a small joke. She seems satisfied enough to lean back into the seat in silence. Yet all too soon the pangs of loneliness start to claw at her, and she reaches out to lay her hand on Clara's wrist for a moment, stealing the pen once more. ]
You are very easy to talk to, I appreciate your company.
no subject
[Her attention is drawn by the touch on her wrist and the little text that pops up.]
I have heard the former before. Less so the latter.
[For so much of her life she had been easy. She was an easy captive, an easy admirer, and then an easy tool. For as long as that had lasted she had not often been appreciated. Perhaps sometime she will feel she deserves it.]
no subject
Clara…
[Aurelia trails off and shakes her head, leaning back into the seat… and leaning herself closer to Clara. Both to satisfy her own desire for company and to offer the ‘human’ comfort of having someone close. This isn’t the place for her to start picking at the Mystery behind Clara. It would be rude and improper. So she’ll content herself with silence and company for now.]