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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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[ That part of Broca's life is behind him, and while he will kill as necessary, he'd rather not kill for fun or sport. Then again, even when he was a mafioso he didn't exactly kill because he wanted to. It was just part of his job.
... Really, it's very unlikely that Broca would have agreed to do a snuff film at all, even if he is, like Ishmael is suggesting, mostly a lackey that goes along with things. The assessment of him still gets a slightly irritated grunt out of the man, but he isn't disagreeing with it either.
He'll move on from the fact that he is at heart a follower and not a leader, and focus instead on the reason they're both here. ]
Guess someone might for that...?
[ He's assuming. The sea is not something people really traverse that often on Terra for a variety of reasons, so he's overall fairly unfamiliar with what goes into a seafaring lifestyle. ]
What do you need me to do?
[ It sounds weird to say when he's supposed to be tied up here, but he figures he could stand, or sit, or pose in some way that makes it easier for her. It's easier for him when he's able to be proactive in things like this, so this'll be one hell of a different experience for him. ]
[ they can both be followers together, as ishmael doesn't think of herself as a leader... most of the time. but if needs must, then she'll step up to the task.
like right now. as always, she's thankful that broca rolls with the punches very easily. all she has to do is be a little more shameless in relaying what she wants to do here, knowing that he'll do as she says so long as they're both cool with the situation at hand. and speaking of: ]
So in this scene, I'm supposed to blackmail you which would help enable you into doing whatever I want. I will be tying you in elaborate knots in that supply closet over there-- [ points at the supply closet at the corner of the make-believe classroom ] -- and we're supposed to do it really quiet because anyone can just walk in. In fact, one of your crony friends will even barge in because they're looking for you, and you don't want to get caught with your pants down now, do we?
[ unless if he's into that. she does recall him mentioning that before during their game of cards some months ago, if she's not mistaken...? ]
Does that work for you, or would you like to make certain adjustments? I'm flexible.
[ It's not so much that Broca is into being caught in the act as it is that he's got a surprising amount of apathy towards someone stumbling upon him in a compromising situation like that. He should maybe care more, but in the moment when he's tangled up with someone else it's hard to really consider it.
Either way, he's supposed to be playing a character here, so he can at least grasp that the motivation of the guy he's being is different than the motivations of Broca himself. Not that this basic level of understanding will make him a good actor, mind you, but it does mean he can nod along without too many issues. Yeah, he gets it well enough. ]
Pretty sure I can manage that.
[ Given most of his acting is just him trying not to make a sound, which is something he doesn't do all that much anyway. Though his one question is... Broca lifts his head up, one ear twitching back as he looks at the supply closet. ]
Is that going to be big enough for you to do everything you need to though?
[ It's a decent sized closet, but she's tying up a full grown man there, and if any of the ropes make him lose his balance he's sending anything in that closet flying the minute he falls over. Fortunately, the tail means he doesn't lose his balance often, but that's assuming it doesn't get tied up as well. ]
Huh? Oh, it's a big enough closet on the inside. Look.
[ she walks over to the door and opens it with a flourish, revealing its roomier interior to broca. props like these are meant to fulfill some sort of fetish or another, so it's no surprise that they're being adjusted to the actors' needs for a certain scene. porn, after all, is supposed to be fantasy.
though in this resort, the line between fantasy and reality gets blurred every now and then.
a whistle then interrupts their talk, signaling that they're about to start filming. ishmael nods and turns expectantly to broca, hoping that he gets all that. ]
You ready? Just stand in front of the closet and follow my lead.
[ the director then counts to three and yells for ACTION!, followed by the unmistakable sound of the film cutting board. ishmael takes a deep breath and approaches broca with a gait of what she hopes to be a mischievous teenage girl with a secret. ]
Oh, you actually came right on time. You're really desperate, aren't you~?
[ eugh. hopefully that sounds convincing enough. ]
[ When it comes to sex, this place really can think of everything. When it comes to just about anything else though...
Better not to think too deeply about how uselessly the resort seems to use its vast amount of money and resources. All it'll do at the end of the day is leave Broca with a throbbing headache and a foul mood.
Instead he'd try to play into the usual idiocy of this place, and play their games, moving to stand in front of the closet as instructed. If nothing else, he's got a partner in this that seems to have some sense of what she's doing here.
Fortunate, because while Ishmael does a dent job of acting like a mischievous teenage girl... ]
No. I'm not. Here because I want to be.
[ Because Broca can't act for shit. The lines are stilted, and broken apart in weird ways as he tries to remember the exact wording of his line partway through it. There is absolutely no emotion and almost no inflection on it. The only saving grace here is that his character should be annoyed in the scene given the situation, and Broca's natural brow furrow makes him look the part. ]
ishmael didn't know what she was expecting from broca. well, aside from the expectation that he'll perform to the best of his abilities. but the utterly flat delivery coupled with an equally blank look on his face leave much to be desired, enough ishmael to break character for a moment just to stare at him with an incredulous look on her face as if to say "are you fucking kidding me. please say sike."
but... the show must go on, unfortunately. she'll have to carry out this entire scene from here on out and hope that broca will at least perform well in the porn part of the pornography. so she clears her throat and looks up at him with a pout that she hopes looks cute and teenager-like. eugh. ]
Really? Could've fooled me with that look, you know. But it's okay.
[ she turns around to retrieve a long coil of red rope from underneath a nearby desk, facing him with a cheeky smile. ]
In fact, you don't have to say anything at all while we do this. Now, strip.
[ whether he merely takes off his shirt or just... everything, that's up to him now. ]
[ There will be no sike said, this is just what she's working with here.
Sorry, Ishmael...
The worst part of it all is that this is Broca performing to the best of his abilities. He has memorized his lines, and that's about all anyone is going to ever get out of him in the parts where he is meant to act as anyone other than himself.
He's focusing hard on what is supposed to come next, so he has no visible reactions to the pouting or cutesy act, though he does think it does not square well with the image of her that he's seen so far, and acknowledges vaguely to himself that this probably means she's a decent actress. At least one of them will be, even if he's going to make people want to fast forward to the porn parts of this particular film to avoid his wooden stage performance.
Better indeed to just get right to the wood. Broca himself seems to have some awareness of this fact. While he does follow the next part of the script, which asks for him to silently scowl at her (this part he does with a little too much convincing oomph, well trained in that particular kind of performance), Broca otherwise gets right to stripping.
The shirt comes off first, tugged over his head easily and tossed onto the ground, figuring he'll be putting his normal clothing back on after this, so he doesn't care much about the costume. The pants follow, showing that they never bothered to give him underwear for this particular scene, because his cock is visible the minute he unzips, though it hardly matters. He's not putting on much of a tease here as he quickly shucks his pants off to join his shirt in the forming clothing puddle on the floor. ]
[ it's not like she's doing anything spectacular in her portrayal as a perverted high school girl, though. as they say, better fake it till you make it, and boy is ishmael faking it as best as she could. at least broca has always been good at following instructions, and come to think of it, isn't he more like a dog in this instance than a cat with those ears of his?
ehh, never mind about that. her eyes widen at the reveal that he's been going commando this whole time, not at all exaggerated like her character is supposed to do. her cheeks flush at the sight and, swallowing, she takes a step closer towards him and gets on her tiptoes to meet his stoic gaze. ]
Wow... you're this eager to get started, aren't you.
[ whether he's gotten hard by now or not, she will place her hand around his cock and gives him a good, hearty stroke until he's at full mast, all while gently pushing him in front of the supply closet door. ]
I know you've always been a pervert, but you're starting to outdo me in this regard...
[ Whether her acting is particular impressive or not, she's still managing to act circles around him. Admittedly that's not a hard feat to achieve, but the comparison should make her look far more competent when the finished product is done, even if Broca has managed his one shining moment of acting genius with that scowl that is already starting to slip off of his face.
Exposed though he is, he doesn't seem all that aroused by having to regurgitate lines at each other while a film crew watches. Still, a hand on him is a hand on him, and while he might be soft when she initially wraps her fingers around his cock, a little encouragement will start to rouse him to being more ready for the next scene as she carefully walks him backwards to the set.
It's distracting enough that it takes a beat too long for him to remember to say his next line. ]
I'll never be as big a pervert. As you.
[ He's supposed to have a petulant look on his face here as he says this line, but without really knowing how to do petulance well, Broca settles for another scowl instead. ]
[ her? a pervert? in any other circumstance she would've taken offense to that. she's barely a pervert herself when she's been winging her way through sex this whole time. but here, her character just smiles knowingly, reaches behind the supply closet, and gently pushes him inside until his back hits the very wall.
the supply closet is cramped, as expected, but thanks to gp technology it's a little bigger on the inside -- much like broca's cock, tbh. she then shoves a tiny stool in front of him with her foot, clambers onto it to meet him eye to eye and to kiss him sweetly on the mouth while her hand continues to work on his length. ]
You're right. You won't.
[ she murmurs against his lips before pulling away and reaching up to retrieve a coil of red rope that was just hanging nearby. ]
That's why I'll show you how to be one. [ she smiles. ] Now, put your hands up for me.
[ the sooner she can tie his hands above his head, the better. ]
[ It's true, out of character Ishmael would not even scratch his top twenty list of people who could wear that label proudly here at the Golden Peacock. The woman seems to understand what is required of her while she's stuck in this horny hotel, but understanding the assignment and embracing it with wholehearted enthusiasm are two very different things.
It makes it easier when they're doing things that don't require as much pretending he's someone else while also pretending she's someone else, like when she breaks the awkward dialogue exchange for a kiss that is easy enough for him to close his eyes and lean into--
Up until she has to start speaking again for her assigned role.
His eyes flutter back open, and he watches her hand move up to the rope, letting out an involuntary snort at the unrealistic nature of this porno. Of course there would be exactly the kind of rope she wanted nearby for this scene.
Either way, his moment of acting broken (as if his bad delivery didn't already do that), Broca does obediently hold his hands up for her. ]
[ he's so obedient... ishmael had already known this since their first tryst in that phoneboth ages ago, but the fact that he can just follow instructions with nary a word touches her somewhat. sure, he might be doing it because his commitment to the bit is godawful as hell, but he is trying, at least. and that's all ishmael can ask for when they're being more or less coerced into this.
she thinks for a moment, before guiding broca's arms behind his back and tying them together with an elaborate knot, neither too tight nor loose enough to let him get away. not that he could in this tight space, but. you know. ]
Then next... your leg.
[ she bends down, letting her hands brush against his groin as she wraps a coil of rope around broca's knee, giving it a small tug. from here she seems to drop her act, her voice going back to normal as she carefully guides broca to the desired position she wanted. ]
I'll need to hang your knee up. [ like so. ] Just... let me know if it's too much, okay?
[ whenever broca's ready, she's going to hoist up his knee until he's all but balancing on his one leg. luckily he can just lean against the wall behind him, but she is making sure he's all but taken care of here. ]
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... Really, it's very unlikely that Broca would have agreed to do a snuff film at all, even if he is, like Ishmael is suggesting, mostly a lackey that goes along with things. The assessment of him still gets a slightly irritated grunt out of the man, but he isn't disagreeing with it either.
He'll move on from the fact that he is at heart a follower and not a leader, and focus instead on the reason they're both here. ]
Guess someone might for that...?
[ He's assuming. The sea is not something people really traverse that often on Terra for a variety of reasons, so he's overall fairly unfamiliar with what goes into a seafaring lifestyle. ]
What do you need me to do?
[ It sounds weird to say when he's supposed to be tied up here, but he figures he could stand, or sit, or pose in some way that makes it easier for her. It's easier for him when he's able to be proactive in things like this, so this'll be one hell of a different experience for him. ]
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like right now. as always, she's thankful that broca rolls with the punches very easily. all she has to do is be a little more shameless in relaying what she wants to do here, knowing that he'll do as she says so long as they're both cool with the situation at hand. and speaking of: ]
So in this scene, I'm supposed to blackmail you which would help enable you into doing whatever I want. I will be tying you in elaborate knots in that supply closet over there-- [ points at the supply closet at the corner of the make-believe classroom ] -- and we're supposed to do it really quiet because anyone can just walk in. In fact, one of your crony friends will even barge in because they're looking for you, and you don't want to get caught with your pants down now, do we?
[ unless if he's into that. she does recall him mentioning that before during their game of cards some months ago, if she's not mistaken...? ]
Does that work for you, or would you like to make certain adjustments? I'm flexible.
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Either way, he's supposed to be playing a character here, so he can at least grasp that the motivation of the guy he's being is different than the motivations of Broca himself. Not that this basic level of understanding will make him a good actor, mind you, but it does mean he can nod along without too many issues. Yeah, he gets it well enough. ]
Pretty sure I can manage that.
[ Given most of his acting is just him trying not to make a sound, which is something he doesn't do all that much anyway. Though his one question is... Broca lifts his head up, one ear twitching back as he looks at the supply closet. ]
Is that going to be big enough for you to do everything you need to though?
[ It's a decent sized closet, but she's tying up a full grown man there, and if any of the ropes make him lose his balance he's sending anything in that closet flying the minute he falls over. Fortunately, the tail means he doesn't lose his balance often, but that's assuming it doesn't get tied up as well. ]
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[ she walks over to the door and opens it with a flourish, revealing its roomier interior to broca. props like these are meant to fulfill some sort of fetish or another, so it's no surprise that they're being adjusted to the actors' needs for a certain scene. porn, after all, is supposed to be fantasy.
though in this resort, the line between fantasy and reality gets blurred every now and then.
a whistle then interrupts their talk, signaling that they're about to start filming. ishmael nods and turns expectantly to broca, hoping that he gets all that. ]
You ready? Just stand in front of the closet and follow my lead.
[ the director then counts to three and yells for ACTION!, followed by the unmistakable sound of the film cutting board. ishmael takes a deep breath and approaches broca with a gait of what she hopes to be a mischievous teenage girl with a secret. ]
Oh, you actually came right on time. You're really desperate, aren't you~?
[ eugh. hopefully that sounds convincing enough. ]
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Better not to think too deeply about how uselessly the resort seems to use its vast amount of money and resources. All it'll do at the end of the day is leave Broca with a throbbing headache and a foul mood.
Instead he'd try to play into the usual idiocy of this place, and play their games, moving to stand in front of the closet as instructed. If nothing else, he's got a partner in this that seems to have some sense of what she's doing here.
Fortunate, because while Ishmael does a dent job of acting like a mischievous teenage girl... ]
No. I'm not. Here because I want to be.
[ Because Broca can't act for shit. The lines are stilted, and broken apart in weird ways as he tries to remember the exact wording of his line partway through it. There is absolutely no emotion and almost no inflection on it. The only saving grace here is that his character should be annoyed in the scene given the situation, and Broca's natural brow furrow makes him look the part. ]
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oh wow.
ishmael didn't know what she was expecting from broca. well, aside from the expectation that he'll perform to the best of his abilities. but the utterly flat delivery coupled with an equally blank look on his face leave much to be desired, enough ishmael to break character for a moment just to stare at him with an incredulous look on her face as if to say "are you fucking kidding me. please say sike."
but... the show must go on, unfortunately. she'll have to carry out this entire scene from here on out and hope that broca will at least perform well in the porn part of the pornography. so she clears her throat and looks up at him with a pout that she hopes looks cute and teenager-like. eugh. ]
Really? Could've fooled me with that look, you know. But it's okay.
[ she turns around to retrieve a long coil of red rope from underneath a nearby desk, facing him with a cheeky smile. ]
In fact, you don't have to say anything at all while we do this. Now, strip.
[ whether he merely takes off his shirt or just... everything, that's up to him now. ]
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Sorry, Ishmael...
The worst part of it all is that this is Broca performing to the best of his abilities. He has memorized his lines, and that's about all anyone is going to ever get out of him in the parts where he is meant to act as anyone other than himself.
He's focusing hard on what is supposed to come next, so he has no visible reactions to the pouting or cutesy act, though he does think it does not square well with the image of her that he's seen so far, and acknowledges vaguely to himself that this probably means she's a decent actress. At least one of them will be, even if he's going to make people want to fast forward to the porn parts of this particular film to avoid his wooden stage performance.
Better indeed to just get right to the wood. Broca himself seems to have some awareness of this fact. While he does follow the next part of the script, which asks for him to silently scowl at her (this part he does with a little too much convincing oomph, well trained in that particular kind of performance), Broca otherwise gets right to stripping.
The shirt comes off first, tugged over his head easily and tossed onto the ground, figuring he'll be putting his normal clothing back on after this, so he doesn't care much about the costume. The pants follow, showing that they never bothered to give him underwear for this particular scene, because his cock is visible the minute he unzips, though it hardly matters. He's not putting on much of a tease here as he quickly shucks his pants off to join his shirt in the forming clothing puddle on the floor. ]
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ehh, never mind about that. her eyes widen at the reveal that he's been going commando this whole time, not at all exaggerated like her character is supposed to do. her cheeks flush at the sight and, swallowing, she takes a step closer towards him and gets on her tiptoes to meet his stoic gaze. ]
Wow... you're this eager to get started, aren't you.
[ whether he's gotten hard by now or not, she will place her hand around his cock and gives him a good, hearty stroke until he's at full mast, all while gently pushing him in front of the supply closet door. ]
I know you've always been a pervert, but you're starting to outdo me in this regard...
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Exposed though he is, he doesn't seem all that aroused by having to regurgitate lines at each other while a film crew watches. Still, a hand on him is a hand on him, and while he might be soft when she initially wraps her fingers around his cock, a little encouragement will start to rouse him to being more ready for the next scene as she carefully walks him backwards to the set.
It's distracting enough that it takes a beat too long for him to remember to say his next line. ]
I'll never be as big a pervert. As you.
[ He's supposed to have a petulant look on his face here as he says this line, but without really knowing how to do petulance well, Broca settles for another scowl instead. ]
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the supply closet is cramped, as expected, but thanks to gp technology it's a little bigger on the inside -- much like broca's cock, tbh. she then shoves a tiny stool in front of him with her foot, clambers onto it to meet him eye to eye and to kiss him sweetly on the mouth while her hand continues to work on his length. ]
You're right. You won't.
[ she murmurs against his lips before pulling away and reaching up to retrieve a coil of red rope that was just hanging nearby. ]
That's why I'll show you how to be one. [ she smiles. ] Now, put your hands up for me.
[ the sooner she can tie his hands above his head, the better. ]
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It makes it easier when they're doing things that don't require as much pretending he's someone else while also pretending she's someone else, like when she breaks the awkward dialogue exchange for a kiss that is easy enough for him to close his eyes and lean into--
Up until she has to start speaking again for her assigned role.
His eyes flutter back open, and he watches her hand move up to the rope, letting out an involuntary snort at the unrealistic nature of this porno. Of course there would be exactly the kind of rope she wanted nearby for this scene.
Either way, his moment of acting broken (as if his bad delivery didn't already do that), Broca does obediently hold his hands up for her. ]
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she thinks for a moment, before guiding broca's arms behind his back and tying them together with an elaborate knot, neither too tight nor loose enough to let him get away. not that he could in this tight space, but. you know. ]
Then next... your leg.
[ she bends down, letting her hands brush against his groin as she wraps a coil of rope around broca's knee, giving it a small tug. from here she seems to drop her act, her voice going back to normal as she carefully guides broca to the desired position she wanted. ]
I'll need to hang your knee up. [ like so. ] Just... let me know if it's too much, okay?
[ whenever broca's ready, she's going to hoist up his knee until he's all but balancing on his one leg. luckily he can just lean against the wall behind him, but she is making sure he's all but taken care of here. ]