【 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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[ Minato looks over at the paper cup of coffee. He'll lift a hand to accept it and take a small sip. Hm... Nope, doesn't taste like Akira's home blend. It's probably whatever the place's assistants had on hand.
He opens his mouth to confirm Akira's question. He'd said no! Twice!
And then he closes his mouth, staring down at the cup of coffee upon hearing Akira's follow-up statement. ]
...I did, yeah.
[ ...does that mean --
Minato holds the cup of coffee up to Akira with faux disappointment in the frown on his face. ]
[ So he'd handed the half-drunk coffee for Minato to help finish off.
Akira's face gets a sharp exhale from Minato, the corners of his mouth drawing themselves into a small smile. Yeah, it probably did taste pretty bad for someone who took his coffee seriously...
Minato takes one last sip of the coffee before holding it back out to Akira. ]
...it wasn't too hard. Telling them "no," I mean.
[ He looks down at his legs stretched out before him, tapping the toes of his shoes together. ]
It didn't... really do any good, but I guess -- at least I tried.
[Akira's grin returns as he retrieves the cup from Minato, downing the last of the molten sludge with one quick gulp, head thrown back and everything. he swipes the back of his hand across his lips in one smooth motion, before crushing the paper into his palm and tossing it at the nearest trashcan]
[. . . he totally misses. oops. littering!! littering in the honeywagon!!]
They'll give up eventually.
[. . . he hopes??]
You're welcome to wait it out with me in here.
[actually. why is Akira here? he never did say, did he?]
Iiiii think I make pretty decent company, even while dressed as a sexy cop.
[ There's no way Akira would heartlessly turn him away to face the horde of photographers again...
He shifts his attention back to Akira, taking in his getup from head to toe. "Sexy cop" about covered in, given all the black leather. Minato looks back at his own outfit: long sleeves, gloves, knee-length skirt with buttoned-up collar, several layers of cloth -- suffice to say, not much left to the imagination compared to his current company. ]
You're still the same to me, even dressed as a sexy cop.
[ Minato leans over to reach for one of his shoes. Looks like they'll be stuck here awhile, so may as well get comfortable. His fingers fiddle with the buckle on one of them, except it doesn't... budge? At all? Weird. Is it caught on something? It doesn't look like it is... ]
[Minato is right, though!! the resort could change the outside as much as it wanted, but Akira would always be himself on the inside!]
[. . . not that such sentimentality is really needed right now, but whatever!]
[Akira watches as Minato reaches for those Mary Janes, unfolding his legs to drag one knee up to his chest, chin resting on top (THAT'S STILL INDECENT, AKIRA). the buckles don't look that complicated, so when Minato seems to have trouble loosening the first one. . . ?]
In any event, Minato's too busy fiddling with the shoe buckle to notice how unladylike Akira is sitting. He's too distracted as well to wonder what exactly Akira was doing, hiding out in a honeywagon in the first place. ]
I... don't really know.
[ Minato swaps to his other foot. Maybe there's something wrong with that one shoe? He reaches for that buckle and tugs on the strap. ]
That's weird.
[ What kind of shoes from hell did they put on him?? ]
It doesn't look like the buckle's caught on anything...
[ He can see it himself, the way the metal bit should slip right out of the hole. And it's not like the strap was too stiff to pull through the square-shaped hole either. ]
[with brows knitted together, Akira reaches out to tug against the buckle of the shoe closest to him. with how badly Minato was struggling, he expects a bit of resistance!! but instead. . . the strap slips free of the metal clasp with just the lightest of touches, allowing the shoe to fall away, giving Minato plenty of room to wiggle his be-socked toes]
[. . .]
[AKIRA SIGHS]
Minato. . .
[a dramatic pause]
You need to level up your shoe game.
[AKIRA DON'T TEASE!!! YOU KNOW IT'S NOT MINATO'S FAULT!!]
Minato blinks as Akira tugs at his shoe buckle, threading the strap through to let it fall free. It drops onto the floor as Minato stares in disbelief. ]
...
[ It was so easy for Akira? Why?
He looks over at his companion with a small frown at that comment. Considering how the shoe refused to budge, he'd probably need to reach shoe game level 999 to pry it off. And at that point, wouldn't it be more efficient to seek Akira out instead?
Speaking of which: Minato turns himself a little towards Akira, crossing his legs at the knees and offers his other shoe-fitted foot. The request is obvious, but he'll level an expectant expression at Akira too. ]
[. . . evident by the amused twitch of his lips as he reaches out to unfasten the second shoe. HE GUESSES. . . IF THIS IS HOW IT HAS TO BE. . . what a strange thing for the resort to do, honestly??]
[ Five hundred chips a shoe it is. It's not like Minato could take care of them himself...
The second shoe easily topples off his foot. Minato sighs in relief and flexes his poor toes. The shoes fit fine, but they were a little stiff. He wasn't used to wearing anything like them at all.
He stretches both legs out in front of himself again, leaning his head against the trailer's door. ]
Thanks.
[ Another small exhale. ]
Worth the thousand chips.
[ His gaze shifts over to Akira's boots. Did that mean -- is that why Akira was still wearing his...? ]
[and Minato gets a sympathetic look for his trouble. Akira settles himself back at his companion's side, one leg extended as he peers at his own heeled boot. he hadn't tried taking his costume off yet, but. . . was it enchanted in the same way as Minato's? he'd bet chips on that, actually. all of his chips]
[with fingers digging into the edges of his shoe so he can test out his newest theory, Akira's gaze flickers to the side, taking in Minato's ruffled apron, the high-collared undershirt, and the thick flouncy skirt from the corners of his vision. it's interesting that the costume department chose something so. . . realistic, instead of going straight for the skimpy stuff. he thinks that's a good thing?]
[. . . probably?]
[. . .]
[CASUALLY]
It looks good on you, though.
[anyway. time to try yanking off his own boot. . . only to meet the exact same resistance Minato had with his buckle. damn. he knew it]
Costume department seemed pretty serious about finding something that did.
[ Maybe they didn't think he'd look good in a skimpier one? Or maybe the department was onto something, choosing to lean into the allure of letting others undress him in their imagination.
He'd missed Akira looking over him only because he was focused on his companion's high-heeled boots, left wondering whether Akira hadn't tried prying them off for the same reason as him. So Minato watches, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a small grin. At least he wasn't suffering alone! ]
...here. Give me your foot.
[ Minato holds a hand out, palm upturned, ready for Akira to rest one of his boots in it. ]
[well. . . there's no point in denying it, is there? a sharp, amused exhale, and Akira plops his foot firmly into Minato's outstretched hand, his smile sheepish. he supposes it's only fair!!]
They did a good job. [STILL. . . DECEPTIVELY CASUAL] But I suppose what we think doesn't matter.
[ It's only fair and, even if it's a trailer, they shouldn't have their shoes on indoors.
Minato takes Akira's boot in hand and pulls at the zipper. The tab slides obediently without any resistance, all the way down until it's freed Akira's foot. He gives it a careful tug, easing the leather boot off before setting it aside.
What a strange way to enchant clothes... ]
How does it make me feel...?
[ Minato looks back at Akira as he offers his hand again, ready to remove the other boot. ]
Fine, I guess.
[ He shrugs. ]
It doesn't really bother me. Would be nice if it had shorter sleeves though.
[WHAT A VERY STRANGE WAY TO ENCHANT CLOTHING. . . Akira wiggles his own stockinged toes once his boot is removed, before drawing that foot back and gladly presenting Minato with the other]
Shorter sleeves, huh. . . is it too hot?
[a wrinkled nose. he supposes if he is being honest, the leather of this cop outfit is pretty warm, too. not yet uncomfortable, but close! a little too close]
[. . .]
[ah. wait. if they both needed help removing each other's shoes, then--]
-- oooooh, I see what these costumes want us to do.
[A BIT EXAPSERATED, BUT WITH AMUSEMENT. . . he can't believe it took him this long to figure it out. . . the resort wants them to strip each other]
[ Not to mention, there was the apron, the dress itself, the high-collared blouse with its own slip underneath, gloves and knee-high socks leaving barely an inch of skin exposed... Minato would trade his own outfit for Akira's any day of the week.
Once Akira's other foot lands in his palm, Minato sets to work unzipping the leather boot. He tugs it off and stands it up neatly with the other shoe. ]
...what do you mean?
[ Perhaps if he'd been less peeved about being stuck in something stuffy, he'd make the same logical connection as Akira. But instead, he frowns and cants his head at his company while awaiting the answer.
Very little made sense in the Golden Peacock. And if that's the case, why should there be any rhyme or reason surrounding their enchanted garments? ]
[goodbye, boot! Akira hardly knew you!! with a relieved exhale, he gives his second foot a tiny wiggle before pulling it back and folding it underneath himself, legs crossed]
It's just a hunch, but. . .
[now seated comfortably, Akira rocks forward, leaning into Minato's personal space with one brow quirked. slowly, he lifts one hand to tap at the buttons at Minato's collar. from up close, he can see those layers. it's almost surprising that Minato hasn't melted into a puddle by now]
Have you tried taking off the whole outfit yourself?
[ He'd been heading for the dressing room when the hummingbird-headed paparazzi initially spotted him. And because the last thing Minato wanted was for photographs of himself striping down to get spread around by the resort's tabloids, he'd immediately hightailed it out of the costume department.
Minato's gaze lowers as Akira taps at his buttons. The collar's almost certainly the worst part about the outfit. Let's try getting that out of the way first...
He raises his hands to try unfastening them and -- they don't budge at all, as if the collar had been superglued shut.
...ah. So it's like his shoes, huh.
He lets out a heavy sigh before tilting his chin up a bit. ]
[ Akira undoes each button one by one. Little by little, the collar peels open to reveal pale skin underneath. Right now, it's colored with a light flush, no thanks to Minato being trapped in all those layers. ]
Of course they would.
[ The Golden Peacock really thinks of everything, huh. ]
...it doesn't have to be for sex-related reasons.
[ By now, Minato thinks he has a pretty decent idea on how Akira feels about the resort's Everything. They don't have to comply with the resort's whims. ]
[they sure do not! and when it comes to denying the resort what it wants, Akira will always be first in line. that's why his initial response probably isn't surprising]
Of course it doesn't.
[said a bit primly as Akira pushes back that opened collar. that should give Minato a bit more breathing room, even though he can't remove the shirt entirely until the dress comes off. and before the dress is. . . the apron]
[good god, this outfit is much more complicated than it looks at first glance]
[nevertheless, Akira works methodically, dropping his hands and reaching behind his companion to untie the apron's sash. this does mean he is leaning so close they're practically pressed chest-to-chest, but hey! it's fine!! "why doesn't he just turn Minato around?" hm, why indeed]
Right now, it's for "so Minato doesn't overheat and die an embarrassing death in a maid dress" reasons.
[the little teasing quip is followed by a cheeky grin]
[ 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.
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]
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He opens his mouth to confirm Akira's question. He'd said no! Twice!
And then he closes his mouth, staring down at the cup of coffee upon hearing Akira's follow-up statement. ]
...I did, yeah.
[ ...does that mean --
Minato holds the cup of coffee up to Akira with faux disappointment in the frown on his face. ]
So this is my reward? Half-drunk coffee?
1/2
Hey. What's wrong with my half-drunk coffee?
[A BEAT]
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Actually, I can't even joke. There's so much wrong with it I don't even know where to begin.
[TASTES LIKE. . . CARDBOARD]
[needless to say, that is not Minato's reward!]
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Akira's face gets a sharp exhale from Minato, the corners of his mouth drawing themselves into a small smile. Yeah, it probably did taste pretty bad for someone who took his coffee seriously...
Minato takes one last sip of the coffee before holding it back out to Akira. ]
...it wasn't too hard. Telling them "no," I mean.
[ He looks down at his legs stretched out before him, tapping the toes of his shoes together. ]
It didn't... really do any good, but I guess -- at least I tried.
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[. . . he totally misses. oops. littering!! littering in the honeywagon!!]
They'll give up eventually.
[. . . he hopes??]
You're welcome to wait it out with me in here.
[actually. why is Akira here? he never did say, did he?]
Iiiii think I make pretty decent company, even while dressed as a sexy cop.
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I figured.
[ There's no way Akira would heartlessly turn him away to face the horde of photographers again...
He shifts his attention back to Akira, taking in his getup from head to toe. "Sexy cop" about covered in, given all the black leather. Minato looks back at his own outfit: long sleeves, gloves, knee-length skirt with buttoned-up collar, several layers of cloth -- suffice to say, not much left to the imagination compared to his current company. ]
You're still the same to me, even dressed as a sexy cop.
[ Minato leans over to reach for one of his shoes. Looks like they'll be stuck here awhile, so may as well get comfortable. His fingers fiddle with the buckle on one of them, except it doesn't... budge? At all? Weird. Is it caught on something? It doesn't look like it is... ]
...
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Aw. Thanks. You're sweet.
[Minato is right, though!! the resort could change the outside as much as it wanted, but Akira would always be himself on the inside!]
[. . . not that such sentimentality is really needed right now, but whatever!]
[Akira watches as Minato reaches for those Mary Janes, unfolding his legs to drag one knee up to his chest, chin resting on top (THAT'S STILL INDECENT, AKIRA). the buckles don't look that complicated, so when Minato seems to have trouble loosening the first one. . . ?]
. . . is it stuck?
[DID THEY AFFIX IT TO HIS FEET WITH SUPER GLUE]
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In any event, Minato's too busy fiddling with the shoe buckle to notice how unladylike Akira is sitting. He's too distracted as well to wonder what exactly Akira was doing, hiding out in a honeywagon in the first place. ]
I... don't really know.
[ Minato swaps to his other foot. Maybe there's something wrong with that one shoe? He reaches for that buckle and tugs on the strap. ]
That's weird.
[ What kind of shoes from hell did they put on him?? ]
It doesn't look like the buckle's caught on anything...
[ He can see it himself, the way the metal bit should slip right out of the hole. And it's not like the strap was too stiff to pull through the square-shaped hole either. ]
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. . . hang on. Let me try something.
[with brows knitted together, Akira reaches out to tug against the buckle of the shoe closest to him. with how badly Minato was struggling, he expects a bit of resistance!! but instead. . . the strap slips free of the metal clasp with just the lightest of touches, allowing the shoe to fall away, giving Minato plenty of room to wiggle his be-socked toes]
[. . .]
[AKIRA SIGHS]
Minato. . .
[a dramatic pause]
You need to level up your shoe game.
[AKIRA DON'T TEASE!!! YOU KNOW IT'S NOT MINATO'S FAULT!!]
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Minato blinks as Akira tugs at his shoe buckle, threading the strap through to let it fall free. It drops onto the floor as Minato stares in disbelief. ]
...
[ It was so easy for Akira? Why?
He looks over at his companion with a small frown at that comment. Considering how the shoe refused to budge, he'd probably need to reach shoe game level 999 to pry it off. And at that point, wouldn't it be more efficient to seek Akira out instead?
Speaking of which: Minato turns himself a little towards Akira, crossing his legs at the knees and offers his other shoe-fitted foot. The request is obvious, but he'll level an expectant expression at Akira too. ]
I don't need to if you're here.
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[primly]
I charge five hundred chips a shoe, you know.
[NO HE DOESN'T]
[. . . evident by the amused twitch of his lips as he reaches out to unfasten the second shoe. HE GUESSES. . . IF THIS IS HOW IT HAS TO BE. . . what a strange thing for the resort to do, honestly??]
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The second shoe easily topples off his foot. Minato sighs in relief and flexes his poor toes. The shoes fit fine, but they were a little stiff. He wasn't used to wearing anything like them at all.
He stretches both legs out in front of himself again, leaning his head against the trailer's door. ]
Thanks.
[ Another small exhale. ]
Worth the thousand chips.
[ His gaze shifts over to Akira's boots. Did that mean -- is that why Akira was still wearing his...? ]
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That uncomfortable, huh?
[and Minato gets a sympathetic look for his trouble. Akira settles himself back at his companion's side, one leg extended as he peers at his own heeled boot. he hadn't tried taking his costume off yet, but. . . was it enchanted in the same way as Minato's? he'd bet chips on that, actually. all of his chips]
[with fingers digging into the edges of his shoe so he can test out his newest theory, Akira's gaze flickers to the side, taking in Minato's ruffled apron, the high-collared undershirt, and the thick flouncy skirt from the corners of his vision. it's interesting that the costume department chose something so. . . realistic, instead of going straight for the skimpy stuff. he thinks that's a good thing?]
[. . . probably?]
[. . .]
[CASUALLY]
It looks good on you, though.
[anyway. time to try yanking off his own boot. . . only to meet the exact same resistance Minato had with his buckle. damn. he knew it]
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Costume department seemed pretty serious about finding something that did.
[ Maybe they didn't think he'd look good in a skimpier one? Or maybe the department was onto something, choosing to lean into the allure of letting others undress him in their imagination.
He'd missed Akira looking over him only because he was focused on his companion's high-heeled boots, left wondering whether Akira hadn't tried prying them off for the same reason as him. So Minato watches, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a small grin. At least he wasn't suffering alone! ]
...here. Give me your foot.
[ Minato holds a hand out, palm upturned, ready for Akira to rest one of his boots in it. ]
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They did a good job. [STILL. . . DECEPTIVELY CASUAL] But I suppose what we think doesn't matter.
How does the outfit make you feel?
[other than "stuffy."]
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Minato takes Akira's boot in hand and pulls at the zipper. The tab slides obediently without any resistance, all the way down until it's freed Akira's foot. He gives it a careful tug, easing the leather boot off before setting it aside.
What a strange way to enchant clothes... ]
How does it make me feel...?
[ Minato looks back at Akira as he offers his hand again, ready to remove the other boot. ]
Fine, I guess.
[ He shrugs. ]
It doesn't really bother me. Would be nice if it had shorter sleeves though.
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Shorter sleeves, huh. . . is it too hot?
[a wrinkled nose. he supposes if he is being honest, the leather of this cop outfit is pretty warm, too. not yet uncomfortable, but close! a little too close]
[. . .]
[ah. wait. if they both needed help removing each other's shoes, then--]
-- oooooh, I see what these costumes want us to do.
[A BIT EXAPSERATED, BUT WITH AMUSEMENT. . . he can't believe it took him this long to figure it out. . . the resort wants them to strip each other]
[sexily]
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[ Not to mention, there was the apron, the dress itself, the high-collared blouse with its own slip underneath, gloves and knee-high socks leaving barely an inch of skin exposed... Minato would trade his own outfit for Akira's any day of the week.
Once Akira's other foot lands in his palm, Minato sets to work unzipping the leather boot. He tugs it off and stands it up neatly with the other shoe. ]
...what do you mean?
[ Perhaps if he'd been less peeved about being stuck in something stuffy, he'd make the same logical connection as Akira. But instead, he frowns and cants his head at his company while awaiting the answer.
Very little made sense in the Golden Peacock. And if that's the case, why should there be any rhyme or reason surrounding their enchanted garments? ]
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It's just a hunch, but. . .
[now seated comfortably, Akira rocks forward, leaning into Minato's personal space with one brow quirked. slowly, he lifts one hand to tap at the buttons at Minato's collar. from up close, he can see those layers. it's almost surprising that Minato hasn't melted into a puddle by now]
Have you tried taking off the whole outfit yourself?
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[ He'd been heading for the dressing room when the hummingbird-headed paparazzi initially spotted him. And because the last thing Minato wanted was for photographs of himself striping down to get spread around by the resort's tabloids, he'd immediately hightailed it out of the costume department.
Minato's gaze lowers as Akira taps at his buttons. The collar's almost certainly the worst part about the outfit. Let's try getting that out of the way first...
He raises his hands to try unfastening them and -- they don't budge at all, as if the collar had been superglued shut.
...ah. So it's like his shoes, huh.
He lets out a heavy sigh before tilting his chin up a bit. ]
Come on. Help me out, then...
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I think these costumes want us to strip each other.
[a beat. and then he adds, perfectly nonchalant]
For sex-related reasons.
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Oh.
[ Akira undoes each button one by one. Little by little, the collar peels open to reveal pale skin underneath. Right now, it's colored with a light flush, no thanks to Minato being trapped in all those layers. ]
Of course they would.
[ The Golden Peacock really thinks of everything, huh. ]
...it doesn't have to be for sex-related reasons.
[ By now, Minato thinks he has a pretty decent idea on how Akira feels about the resort's Everything. They don't have to comply with the resort's whims. ]
points PQ ICON SPOTTED
Of course it doesn't.
[said a bit primly as Akira pushes back that opened collar. that should give Minato a bit more breathing room, even though he can't remove the shirt entirely until the dress comes off. and before the dress is. . . the apron]
[good god, this outfit is much more complicated than it looks at first glance]
[nevertheless, Akira works methodically, dropping his hands and reaching behind his companion to untie the apron's sash. this does mean he is leaning so close they're practically pressed chest-to-chest, but hey! it's fine!! "why doesn't he just turn Minato around?" hm, why indeed]
Right now, it's for "so Minato doesn't overheat and die an embarrassing death in a maid dress" reasons.
[the little teasing quip is followed by a cheeky grin]
IT SURE IS!!
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.
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]
What about you?
SO TRUE...... that ost is banger
I KNOW I CAN LISTEN TO CINEMATIC TALE ALL DAY
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