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TDM 009
【 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. 】
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. 】
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.
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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
• 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
• 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. 】
PREMIERE
YOUR BIG DEBUT
OOC NOTES
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
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▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
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▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!
▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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she blinks at the hand above her, snapping her out of her lazy daydreaming. the male presence behind her feels familiar somehow, and when she squints at the faint reflection on the glass window she can figure out why. she was in close proximity with blade when they'd met the first time at the fight club in the basement levels, with blade even offering to obscure her from the crowd with his large frame so that she won't be picked to fight for the death in the ring. it's a small gesture, but she feels like she owes him somehow.
the fact that their current situation isn't too different from back then puts her at ease a little -- well, that and the hand on her hip that's bringing her back to the new reality she's found herself in. before she can get a word in, though, she's suddenly caught off-balance as the train jolts to a stop at some random station, stumbling backwards on her high heels that she's clearly not used to wearing.
she does manage to keep herself from falling completely by holding onto his hip as well, but she has to pretend that it's not intentional (or is it...?) with a barely audible whisper. ]
S-Sorry.
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Don't be, [ he murmurs back. his voice is pitched low, mostly in an effort not to be caught by any of the other passengers on the train. the doors slide open and another surge of people pushes inside, pressing blade even more firmly to ishmael's back; he braces himself again, enough that he doesn't crush her, and uses the opportunity to slip his arm the rest of the way around her, wrapped low around her waist as the doors hiss pneumatically and close again.
when the train picks up speed once more, moving on toward its next "stop," blade finally begins to move his hand. with purpose, but not so quickly that he'll be noticed, he tugs lightly at the shirt she has tucked into her office-chic pencil skirt, loosening it a bit before his fingers delve just barely inside the waist.
it's teasing at first, although not completely intentionally. mostly, even if this is a porno, blade at least wants to give ishmael fair warning that he's going to touch her—and as a bonus, it might read to the camera as him playing with her a little before the main event. ]
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it's quite a herculean task, despite mentally preparing herself for this. thankfully, blade's touch down her spine and backside is reassuring in its own way, reminding her that this is all a porno and that means it's okay to take some certain liberties here and there. ishmael's head ducks low as her back arches at his hand, swallowing down any noise that threaten to spill from her lips. speaking from prior experience as a former corpo slave, tired salarywomen wouldn't be opposed to doing something like this for the sake of instant gratification. sometimes you just want to get off -- literally and sexually. she'd been there, once upon a time, though at least it didn't happened in public transportation.....
but she digresses. so when the train rattles again and arrives at a sudden stop, ishmael lets herself lean further back until she's pressing against blade's chest, tightening her hand on his waist that she has yet to let go of -- another indication that it's okay, he can do whatever he wants to her from here. and with more people coming and going in the bus and pressing them both further onto the windows, she's going to use the claustrophobic heat of their interior as an excuse to raise a hand up to her chest and pop the topmost button of her dress shirt there as a treat. ]
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from there, blade's hand skims downward. over her breasts, her stomach, and then slowly into the waist of her skirt, which is still tight around her hips with barely enough give for his hand and wrist to fit inside. still, doing this without lowering the narrow zipper he'd found at her side makes their activities less obvious and more clandestine, and since the objective is to do this without being spotted, blade has decided to work within those limitations.
his fingertips find the waist of her stockings, then her panties. intentionally, blade slides his hand inside both, his fingertips brushing over the skin of her lower belly and then further, over the dusting of hair between her thighs until he encounters her clit. like ishmael, blade's assumption is that this encounter should be brief and purposeful, but not perfunctory, and so he wastes no time in drawing his fingertips along her cunt, gathering the slight wetness he finds there, and then using it to ease the friction as he starts to tease her clit in slow, purposeful circles.
blade is gentle enough for now, conscious of the need to coax her to arousal, but he's not teasing about it either. he wants it to feel good—wants, of course, to eventually make ishmael come. ]
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she continues staring at his hands traveling further down, unzipping her skirt for easier access, and her breath begins to stutter once she feels his fingers against her bare skin. her eyes begin to dart back and forth to see if anyone around them is seeing this, and she almost sighs in relief only to bite back a moan when blade traces slow, ruinous circles around her already sensitive clit. she jostles in front of him, hips jerking against his crotch as her hand moves from blade's waist to his hand between her legs as if to pull it away, only to encourage him by urging him to go deeper. her other hand, meanwhile, clasps over her own mouth to keep herself from making any more loud noises.
it's a struggle, trying to keep it down to avoid attracting any attention, but she's starting to find the inherent danger of getting caught exciting. she leans further backwards, griding her backside against blade's front, shifting her hand from her mouth to the glass window in front of them for balance as she tries to crane her head around to try to take a peek at blade while breathing through her half-open mouth. ]
Bl--
[ then she remembers that she's not supposed to recognize him in this scenario, and she quickly ducks her head down and bite her lower lip. dammit. instead, she'll let her hips do the talking instead. ]
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his body's responses are, of course, only encouraged by the way ishmael rocks back to meet him. the movements can be disguised by the gentle swaying of the train car, but the press of her ass into the cradle of blade's hips is anything but coincidental, and the friction ignited there only makes him harden further. by the time ishmael starts to shift, looking over her shoulder, blade is mostly hard already, the thick shape of his erection pressed to her backside through the thin fabric of their respective clothing.
he doesn't answer her, of course. they're supposed to be strangers, so she shouldn't know his name, or it shouldn't be his name, and he doesn't react. he does, however, lightly pinch her clit in "warning," trapping it between two fingers and squeezing before he resumes his ministrations, slick digits moving a little faster now, blade's arm flexing with every stroke.
behind them, then pneumatic doors hiss open again and one final crush of people boards. the increase in passengers forces blade to press more closely to ishmael, and to press her more firmly against the doors in front of them as people fill in around them. taking advantage of the chaos, blade drapes an arm almost casually around ishmael's shoulders and chest from behind, then slips his fingers into her bra so he can play with her nipple the same way he's playing with her cunt.
it's a risky move, sure—if she makes too much noise, anyone around them could look over and see her with her tits out and his hand down her skirt. but blade trusts that she'll be quiet, especially since it seems like she's enjoying his attention just fine, at least judging by how wet she is. ]
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at this point, she's beginning to think that they could get caught like this, but right now nothing else matters except for blade filling all her senses and her own pleasure. her breath hitches at his fingers teasing at her pebbled nipples, and in return she grinds her hips into the thick clothed length pressed against her ass in a way she knows would only encourage him.
but it's not enough. it's never enough for her, the slick building up in her cunt with every ministration of his hands being ample proof of that. she tries desperately to focus on her claustrophobic surroundings, to process everything while blade's fingers makes concentrating impossible. a choked sound manages to escape her -- halfway between a breathy moan and a cough -- and she quickly disguises it with a quick clear of her throat. she can feel herself veering towards the edge, but she doesn't want to come yet -- not when they have yet to reach the best part.
and so, her other hand that was holding blade's between her legs shift again, this time towards her backside, where she clumsily fumbles around the front of his pants. she deliberately teases him there first until her fingers find the zipper and slowly tugs it down to palm him through his underwear, marveling over how hot and hard he is. just thinking about it causes her to close her thighs around his occupied hands, chasing the rhythm he's giving you, desperate for more. she leans her head back against his shoulder once more, hungry gaze searching for his, crooked lips mouthing the word "please." ]
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honestly, blade hadn't expected he would fuck her. it hadn't been in the script—although to be fair the script had been vague on the specifics of how he was supposed to get her off. but that silent plea on her lips and the pressure of her hand inside his unzipped slacks is as obvious a request as blade thinks he's going to get, and blade might be dumb about a lot of things, but he's not dumb enough to say no to that.
his hand drops from ishmael's chest, leaving her shirt open, and instead moves downward to tug the hem of her skirt upward. this is the riskiest part, but blade moves as quickly as he can without being caught, until the fabric is rucked most of the way over her thighs and hips, just high enough to give him the access he needs. then he catches ishmael's hand to bring it to her tights—pull these down, is what he's saying—while blade busies himself withdrawing his cock from his underwear.
it feels like this all takes forever. in reality it's probably fifteen seconds, maybe thirty between them—and yet blade finds it difficult to wait for her to get around to getting her stockings out of the way. partly to encourage her, partly just to relieve himself of some of the pressure and tension building inside him, blade bites down on his tongue and slips his cock between ishmael's thighs, rubbing slowly, tantalizingly over her cunt, separated only by that thin piece of nylon. ]
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and honestly, she's a little relieved that he decides to follow through as well, and with nary a word exchanged between the two of them at that. she lets him guide her hand into pulling down her tights, but something hot and hard slides between her thighs before she can even do just that, and she closes her legs together on impulse. the delicious friction is driving her insane, the ridge at the head of his cock dragging against her wet cunt each time he pulls back, and she cants her hips to meet his thrusts while her eyes roam wildly around them to see if anyone else is watching. they've been so quiet despite the rustling of fabric between them that surely... surely it is all right to take it one step further.
her hips slow down to a stop as she leans forward against the glass, one hand peeling down her tights and damp underwear. she gently wraps her hands around his cock, giving him a few good strokes first before guiding him towards her sopping wet entrance, circling hips tip around her folds. this time she can't help a small whine slipping from her throat, heat curling in her stomach with sheer anticipation as she eagerly waits for blade to take her now, please, in whichever pace he pleases. ]
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overhead, an indistinct announcement begins to play over the pa system—and it's a damn good thing it does, too, because the static and echo of the tinny voice conceals the grunt of pleasure that blade can't quite hold back when his hips meet ishmael's ass. his fingers tighten on her hips, and blade swallows hard, fighting for every bit of restraint he can find. what he wants, and what he suspects ishmael wants too, is for blade to bend her over and fuck her with abandon, giving up the pretense entirely until he makes her come—but that's not the script, is it?
so his hips move in short but deep thrusts, more rocking against her than actually thrusting into her. blade lets the motion of the train carriage guide him, pulling out when it sways one way and thrusting sharply back in when it sways back. he keeps one arm around ishmael's waist to steady her, and the other hand dips back over her belly to slip between her thighs again, fingertips finding and stroking her clit in time with the motions of their bodies.
it might not take long. blade kind of hopes it doesn't—he's so close already, worked up to abject eagerness just from having touched her earlier, and he's not sure how much long he can be expected to last. his only desire is to make her come before he does. ]
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from here, she has no choice but to cover her mouth with her hand if she wants to keep this discreet. which is, again, a nigh-impossible task at this point; his slow, deep thrusts shoves her up to the window, her breasts pressed against the cool glass for the simulated world (and audience) to see. her thighs quake at his fingers brushing against her clit and her head lolls back, mouth open in one inaudible moan after another. his pace has barely faltered, each thrust harder than the last, and at this point she can hardly make words anymore. just writhed around his cock as her body burns, the pleasure within her curling so tightly in her core she can barely stand it --
her release then comes fast and hard, stealing her breath, her voice, everything but the tremble in her limbs and the cry that she tries to muffle behind the back of her hand. she comes with a gasp and a shudder, her entire body pulsing around him as she leans forward and sags against the glass for support, catching her breath. she can still feel him chase his own pleasure until he veers to the very brink, and while she may have mentioned earlier that she has no qualms on where he'd prefer to come after... well, whether he comes inside or out just depends on the kind of person he is. ]
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snap. she spasms around him, her cunt tightening in a ripple as orgasm overtakes her, and blade feels more than sees the way her thighs and stomach quiver with pleasure as she struggles to keep herself standing. fortunately there's not much space between them and the door, which means that when blade leans forward a little he can press ishmael there; unfortunately, that means he gets a perfect view of her cleavage as her breasts are smushed up against the glass, and that, strangely, is the final thing that undoes him completely.
would it be more considerate for him to come inside her or to pull out? in the instant blade has to make the calculus, he decides on the former—a decision he justifies to himself by saying it would be less obvious than leaving a stain of his cum on her skirt, but in reality is just because the tight, wet heat of her body around him is intoxicating and difficult to pull away from. his hips snap forward in several sharp thrusts, and then blade comes as well with a low groan he barely manages to muffle, but which still vibrates against ishmael's back even if his voice is lost to the hubbub of the train.
it takes a moment for him to come back to his senses. when he does, blade straightens up slowly, still using his broad shoulders to shield them both from view, and slowly pulls out of ishmael before tugging up first her panties, then his own slacks. ]
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after what seems like forever to her, he finally eases back. the feeling of his release leaking out of her makes her cheeks burn, and she adjusts her panties once more time before pulling her skirt down and buttoning up her shirt in a hurry before the train finally announces their destined stop. she tries to meet blade's gaze on the glass once more, face flushed as she hopes to make eye contact with him one last time.
it's a little frustrating, not being able to say anything from start to finish. they had to hold back on so many things for the sake of discretion. so if blade catches her gaze, she will give him a bashful smile and the tiniest of nods before the double doors slide open with a resounding hiss, and she joins the throng of people walking out of the train and into --
the set, where the director yells "CUT" and a satisfied grin. seems like they nailed this one. but she's just going to stand aside and wait for blade first before leaving, since it'd be rude to just... go on without saying a single word. ]
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only to be overwhelmed by bright lights and chatter from the director and crew, who at least seem satisfied with their performance. that's when blade remembers the script, and the fact that the train had never been a train at all, but rather a set where he and ishmael had been actors. ah. well, he'll blame that partly on his own terrible memory and partly on how compelling a partner ishmael had been, to make him forget himself that way.
at least now that the filming is over, the embargo on conversation has lifted. seeing ishmael standing to the side, blade pauses briefly, then approaches, since it doesn't seem like she's trying to get away from him post haste. ]
How... are you feeling? [ blade had pressed her pretty firmly against the window at times, and also he's a big guy in general—it seems right to make sure she isn't... sore. or anything. ] Sorry. I think I popped a button on your blouse.
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[ she blinks, looks down on her blouse and -- yep, there's a missing button over her cleavage. nothing like undoing the button above it to fix this tiny wardrobe malfunction, though. ]
I'm fine. I just don't want to ditch you right away after that shoot. Don't want to give you the wrong impression.
[ honestly she's feeling a little sore in places; getting fucked from behind while standing up does take a toll on a person, and she would like nothing more than to sit down for a few minutes and take a breather before moving on to her next gig, maybe clean herself up in the nearest bathroom in case her next costar isn't into sloppy seconds.
all of a sudden though, she's at a loss for words after that. it seems weird to just thank him for a job well done in railing her, but shouldn't she reassure him anyway that it'd felt nice and that he should do it more roughly next time? the last thing she wants is dead air in their conversation though, so she may as well say what's on her mind with some tact. ]
I don't know what else to say, except... I hope we won't have to hold back next time. [ then, the smallest of smiles. ] I'll see you around, Blade. And thanks.