【 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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Monsieur, that's a pleasant change of pace, [ Keita observes with a small smile. ] Are you French, then?
[ Either that, or he comes from a world that happens to speak a language not dissimilar to the little French Keita knows. He'd never had a reason to learn it properly, but living in London does mean a certain amount of exposure to people from France who come across the channel.
Although the first buckle gives Keita a bit of trouble, the rest of them are fairly straightforward. He works his way from top to bottom, starting with the ones fastened around Vanitas' neck and then down, and by the time Vanitas has undone his waistcoat and his shirt, Keita's fingers have just come to rest on the second-to-last buckle strapped across Vanitas' waist. There he pauses, glancing up at the question. ]
Would it make you more comfortable? [ he asks. Keita doesn't care much one way or another, but his last intent is to cause discomfort. ] Here, let me at least finish this first.
[ He wouldn't want to leave Vanitas with two buckles still fastened, after all, so before Vanitas can turn him away, Keita hurries to finish the last ones as well. ]
[Vanitas nods. It's good that there are a good number of worlds similar at least geographically to his own.] Yes, Paris.
[He tries to work quickly and efficiently, definitely not letting his eyes linger on any definition or muscle tone Keita may or may not have. At first glance his skin seems even, but Vanitas notices there are scars dotting his skin, most of them healed up long ago. It makes him feel a lot less self-conscious about his own body.]
Me? I don't care about it anymore. It doesn't bother me. [It was one of the first things he'd been forced to get over with the shared shower in the basement. So this isn't so bad. He enthusiastically shakes the damn thing off of his shoulder once enough of the buckles are undone.]
I was worried for your comfort. [It's not, not a lie. Since he's already shirtless, Vanitas makes quick work of the remaining buttons of the older man's shirt, even pushing the fabric down Keita's shoulders to help him escape it completely.]
Oh, wonderful. I've only been the once, but I recall being quite charmed.
[ A different France, though. Shades of the same place transposed across different worlds. That much Keita can glean from future conversations about the world from which Vanitas hails—it is far more magical than Keita's own. But Paris is Paris, and Keita did enjoy his brief time there.
As Vanitas continues to remove his shirt, Keita notes the way that he makes a point not to look too closely at Keita's body. Out of consideration, Keita tries to do the same, but finds it impossible not to at least catch glimpses of the scars that decorate Vanitas' torso much the same way Keita's scars decorate his own. A kindred spirit of a sort, it seems. The garment drops away, and shortly thereafter Keita's follows. ]
I appreciate that. It doesn't bother me, either.
[ Whatever body modesty he'd had upon arrival, Keita had quickly grown out of it over the many long months of his residence in this place. Not to say he's turned into a nudist, but at the very least the prospect of being undressed by another person is no longer quite as novel. ]
[In an attempt to kill the awkwardness, he explains a bit more about Paris, the Paris he knows. Catacombs. The Church and it's vampire hunters. Vampires. All the things he doesn't know that Keita as already seen with his ability.
He grows quiet when his hands get to Keita's pants, undoing the fastenings at the front, then draws them away to hold up his hands for the gloves. It would only make things easier from here, and he hadn't thought about starting with them earlier. Oops.]
I'm going to need everything off so I can have a shower after this. If you don't mind.
[And if he does mind, Vanitas will just keep these tight pants on for the rest of his unfortunate life, he supposes.] You've had to be naked around a lot of people here, haven't you? You don't seem the least bit inconvenienced by this. What's your secret?
[ The chattering serves its purpose in distracting Keita somewhat from focusing on what his hands are doing, where they're touching. The Paris that Vanitas describes is quite like the one Keita knows in some respects—catacombs, churches—and quite unlike it in others. Although it's not impossible that there were vampires in the Paris of Keita's world, at the very least he had no cause to meet any of them.
Vampire hunters, though. The mention makes his brow furrow slightly, and he resolves to at some point ask Vanitas what his own personal feelings on vampires might be.
First, though: their trousers. ]
I don't mind, [ he says, lifting his hands so he can assist by removing Vanitas' gloves. For some reason, that single act feels almost more intimate than having taken off Vanitas' shirt, although Keita couldn't possibly say why. ] We're in this together now, aren't we?
[ The follow-up question makes Keita laugh quietly. ]
I've been here more than a year, [ he says. ] When I arrived I did have a horrific time with it, but after the first time I let my suit get away from me I decided it was better to at least be able to choose. From there it was just a matter of exposure. —Figuratively speaking.
[So far he hasn't come by anyone who knew vampires to be anything other than a scary story or subject of niche fantasy romance novels. Vanitas has come to expect those sorts of reactions regarding that aspect of his world, but at least Paris seems reasonably similar to the one he knows. Perhaps just forward or backward in the timeline of human existence there.]
Thank you. [He hadn't quite thought the request through. Having some else's fingers brushing against his own, sliding his gloves down his wrist past his palm and further down. There's a warmth that spreads up his neck, threatening to tint his cheeks. It's the thing that manages to shut him up and has him forgetting about the conversation until Keita speaks again.]
What was it like? [Vanitas tries not to let things get so bad because of all the horror stories, but some of the situations this place puts him in make him really want to just hide away in his room without any contact if he can help it.] Someone told me if you don't participate you may turn to stone.
[Once his gloves are off, he draws his hands away, covering his right forearm one with his left hand just over the spreading blue markings over his skin.]
[ Oh, Keita knows at least one vampire quite intimately—but he's going to wait to bring that up until he can vibe check how likely Vanitas is to try and stake him on sight.
For the time being, Keita pays attention to the act of removing Vanitas' gloves, peeling leather from skin slowly and revealing the skin beneath. It makes his ears flush red too, for no reason he could immediately pinpoint. ]
I'm not entirely sure how to describe it, [ Keita says. ] A bit like being dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac, to the extent of being utterly out of control of my own body. At the time I had never... engaged with anyone intimately, and so the experience was rather frightening, if I'm honest.
[ He was lucky to have had one person that he could call on at the time, someone who assisted him through it until he was back to normal, but after that night (and following day) Keita has been careful never to let things get so out of hand. ]
That's true, yes. It happens slowly, so there's plenty of time to reverse it, but... it does happen. Fortunately I didn't let it get that bad.
[ Once both gloves are off, he hands them over to Vanitas and then pauses, waiting to see who's going to remove which pair of pants first. He notes the blue markings with a brief glance, but otherwise doesn't comment—they're clearly not something Vanitas wants him to see, after all. ]
[His like and dislike for vampires is purely on a case by case basis. In general he's not overly friendly unless he needs information or wants something from someone. He won't be staking any strangers any time soon.]
I see. I would rather not think about the things I might allow myself to do in that state. It could be regrettable. Did giving in help right away?
[Vanitas is a stubborn thing. He's going to want to know exactly what he can get away with before pushing his luck--and he will push his luck. He listens to every bit of information Keita is willing to share with him. One never knows when they might need it in a place like this.]
I'll take care of you first. [He offers, but hesitates a moment, feeling strange like he's doing something he shouldn't be. Touching a stranger this way just feels punishable in awful ways, but he does end up cautiously unfastening the button and zipper--eventually having to crouch in front of Keita to get them down and off due to height differences. Keita is a fun-sized older man, and Vanitas can think of a handful of reasons why he shouldn't get this close. Only one of them is being debatably freshly out of puberty.
Vanitas tries to be quick about it, then remembers his shoes and makes the mistake of looking up at him from that angle. It probably scrambles his own brain more thinking of the sight that Keita must see, after all the body swapping he'd been through in the previous month. His cheeks heat up and he looks back down to quickly pull off one shoe, two thumbs into his socks and that one is gone too. At this rate he might overheat before he gets to Keita's underwear.]
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[ Either that, or he comes from a world that happens to speak a language not dissimilar to the little French Keita knows. He'd never had a reason to learn it properly, but living in London does mean a certain amount of exposure to people from France who come across the channel.
Although the first buckle gives Keita a bit of trouble, the rest of them are fairly straightforward. He works his way from top to bottom, starting with the ones fastened around Vanitas' neck and then down, and by the time Vanitas has undone his waistcoat and his shirt, Keita's fingers have just come to rest on the second-to-last buckle strapped across Vanitas' waist. There he pauses, glancing up at the question. ]
Would it make you more comfortable? [ he asks. Keita doesn't care much one way or another, but his last intent is to cause discomfort. ] Here, let me at least finish this first.
[ He wouldn't want to leave Vanitas with two buckles still fastened, after all, so before Vanitas can turn him away, Keita hurries to finish the last ones as well. ]
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[He tries to work quickly and efficiently, definitely not letting his eyes linger on any definition or muscle tone Keita may or may not have. At first glance his skin seems even, but Vanitas notices there are scars dotting his skin, most of them healed up long ago. It makes him feel a lot less self-conscious about his own body.]
Me? I don't care about it anymore. It doesn't bother me. [It was one of the first things he'd been forced to get over with the shared shower in the basement. So this isn't so bad. He enthusiastically shakes the damn thing off of his shoulder once enough of the buckles are undone.]
I was worried for your comfort. [It's not, not a lie. Since he's already shirtless, Vanitas makes quick work of the remaining buttons of the older man's shirt, even pushing the fabric down Keita's shoulders to help him escape it completely.]
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[ A different France, though. Shades of the same place transposed across different worlds. That much Keita can glean from future conversations about the world from which Vanitas hails—it is far more magical than Keita's own. But Paris is Paris, and Keita did enjoy his brief time there.
As Vanitas continues to remove his shirt, Keita notes the way that he makes a point not to look too closely at Keita's body. Out of consideration, Keita tries to do the same, but finds it impossible not to at least catch glimpses of the scars that decorate Vanitas' torso much the same way Keita's scars decorate his own. A kindred spirit of a sort, it seems. The garment drops away, and shortly thereafter Keita's follows. ]
I appreciate that. It doesn't bother me, either.
[ Whatever body modesty he'd had upon arrival, Keita had quickly grown out of it over the many long months of his residence in this place. Not to say he's turned into a nudist, but at the very least the prospect of being undressed by another person is no longer quite as novel. ]
Shall I help you with yours, after?
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He grows quiet when his hands get to Keita's pants, undoing the fastenings at the front, then draws them away to hold up his hands for the gloves. It would only make things easier from here, and he hadn't thought about starting with them earlier. Oops.]
I'm going to need everything off so I can have a shower after this. If you don't mind.
[And if he does mind, Vanitas will just keep these tight pants on for the rest of his unfortunate life, he supposes.] You've had to be naked around a lot of people here, haven't you? You don't seem the least bit inconvenienced by this. What's your secret?
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Vampire hunters, though. The mention makes his brow furrow slightly, and he resolves to at some point ask Vanitas what his own personal feelings on vampires might be.
First, though: their trousers. ]
I don't mind, [ he says, lifting his hands so he can assist by removing Vanitas' gloves. For some reason, that single act feels almost more intimate than having taken off Vanitas' shirt, although Keita couldn't possibly say why. ] We're in this together now, aren't we?
[ The follow-up question makes Keita laugh quietly. ]
I've been here more than a year, [ he says. ] When I arrived I did have a horrific time with it, but after the first time I let my suit get away from me I decided it was better to at least be able to choose. From there it was just a matter of exposure. —Figuratively speaking.
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Thank you. [He hadn't quite thought the request through. Having some else's fingers brushing against his own, sliding his gloves down his wrist past his palm and further down. There's a warmth that spreads up his neck, threatening to tint his cheeks. It's the thing that manages to shut him up and has him forgetting about the conversation until Keita speaks again.]
What was it like? [Vanitas tries not to let things get so bad because of all the horror stories, but some of the situations this place puts him in make him really want to just hide away in his room without any contact if he can help it.] Someone told me if you don't participate you may turn to stone.
[Once his gloves are off, he draws his hands away, covering his right forearm one with his left hand just over the spreading blue markings over his skin.]
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For the time being, Keita pays attention to the act of removing Vanitas' gloves, peeling leather from skin slowly and revealing the skin beneath. It makes his ears flush red too, for no reason he could immediately pinpoint. ]
I'm not entirely sure how to describe it, [ Keita says. ] A bit like being dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac, to the extent of being utterly out of control of my own body. At the time I had never... engaged with anyone intimately, and so the experience was rather frightening, if I'm honest.
[ He was lucky to have had one person that he could call on at the time, someone who assisted him through it until he was back to normal, but after that night (and following day) Keita has been careful never to let things get so out of hand. ]
That's true, yes. It happens slowly, so there's plenty of time to reverse it, but... it does happen. Fortunately I didn't let it get that bad.
[ Once both gloves are off, he hands them over to Vanitas and then pauses, waiting to see who's going to remove which pair of pants first. He notes the blue markings with a brief glance, but otherwise doesn't comment—they're clearly not something Vanitas wants him to see, after all. ]
Will I start, or will you?
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I see. I would rather not think about the things I might allow myself to do in that state. It could be regrettable. Did giving in help right away?
[Vanitas is a stubborn thing. He's going to want to know exactly what he can get away with before pushing his luck--and he will push his luck. He listens to every bit of information Keita is willing to share with him. One never knows when they might need it in a place like this.]
I'll take care of you first. [He offers, but hesitates a moment, feeling strange like he's doing something he shouldn't be. Touching a stranger this way just feels punishable in awful ways, but he does end up cautiously unfastening the button and zipper--eventually having to crouch in front of Keita to get them down and off due to height differences. Keita is a fun-sized older man, and Vanitas can think of a handful of reasons why he shouldn't get this close. Only one of them is being
debatablyfreshly out of puberty.Vanitas tries to be quick about it, then remembers his shoes and makes the mistake of looking up at him from that angle. It probably scrambles his own brain more thinking of the sight that Keita must see, after all the body swapping he'd been through in the previous month. His cheeks heat up and he looks back down to quickly pull off one shoe, two thumbs into his socks and that one is gone too. At this rate he might overheat before he gets to Keita's underwear.]