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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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(honestly, he's been going through the motions in these films. they tell him what they need, and he played the part as an extra. until now. now he was given the leading role, the leading role where he had been instructed to wait for a moment while everything gets into position. the fake sword they gave him was reminiscent of the blade he used before he swapped to the buster sword itself. recollections of it breaking and zack taking up the mantle that angeal left him. someone had to embrace those ideals, the ideas of someone that would burn out young and fast.
but that's nothing, he died and he knows it. passing on the torch as he felt right doing, cloud....zack is sure that he can handle that. taking the sword, the ideals and the dreams that it once carried from himself and angeal before them.
the director calls for his attention, he's told to go and zack does with cape fluttering in the wind. a serious expression unlike his usual, that lengthy black hair of his tied back right as he charges the first suit of armor. the clash wasn't unlike ones back home, but he knows this isn't a real fight. nothing like it.
a heroic entrance, the sight of him going toe to toe like a pro with the next machine with quick movements unexpected of someone his size. he just has to....
(Zack?)
....rescue the princess, as vivid blue eyes widen in familiarity at the sound of this voice. he almost gets hit by the second machine knight, almost. he didn't let it stop him for a second before he charges past it, smashing it to the wooden and rustic floor panels. no, she saw right.
she knew right, there's only one man that looks like and this he's sprinting forward past these knights.)Aerith!(no, no, no. he could have had it sit well with him more if she was back home in his short time getting acclimated with the resort. the expectations of sex and plenty of it as a means to survive and get by. to zack however, that's a problem. he isn't the type, he was never the type to just sleep around with any attractive woman. he hadn't even done the deed before, the closest he came to it is right in front of him. hopeless little zack, he really did wind up in a new kind of danger.
especially since he doesn't know everything that the resort and that the house is capable of.)
Sorry! But I'm not about to sit here!
(they didn't seem too pleased with the script change, though, maybe they did decide to let this play out. the second machine on his tail and what looks to be backup for it incoming, but zack wouldn't let it stop him. nothing would stop him. that's how determined his eyes are, especially after learning who he's rescuing. it doesn't sit well with him, but he'll manage. he has to. he won't let them stop him from taking off with her, though. in an unexpected change of direction since they had somehow dragged him from the throes of death into a reunion most unexpected.
all he has to do is grab her and run. who cares about the script! zack surely doesn't now that he knows who the princess is.)
[ There's the slightest of falters that runs through the hero's body when she calls that name, and if Aerith wasn't sure before, she knows now. Zack is—
He calls for her in return, and very suddenly, she's not sure how she feels. It's a complex mess of emotions that strikes her all at once, a suddenness to their swell that would have even the most practiced of therapeutic practioners concerned for her mental state.
Anger and grief, of course, come foremost, as they always do when she thinks of him. The man she loved so dearly disappeared on her, and then he died—but he's also here, in this resort, and he's clearly alive, and even if that means he's come here from a different time in his past to her, there's some relief, some real joy to it.
But even that joy comes hand in hand with the concern that he's found himself here, that he's trapped in this resort, forced to bend hismelf to its twisted whims...
And then there's guilt. Sickening, twisting. He's been gone for years, dead for months, of course she was going to move on—and yet here's here and he's alive... so, how could she have moved on? How could she have given her first time—and so many times since—
Ugh. No. She needs to put that thought aside, right now. There wasn't anything she could do about that, and she knows it. And right now—
(There's confusion, too. Insidious, heart-gripping. Whispering her love for him even as she's been longing for another..)
—But right now, none of that matters, because he's given up on the script altogether, he's running for her, and the flowers in this world may not speak to her, but in that instant she knows what he means to do, not to mention how and why it won't work, and she— ]
Zack, no—
[ He reaches her, and of course the chains don't give, and the knight continues to bear down on him, and "Cut!!!!" the director yells in exasperation, and Aerith shakes her head, fondness and concern alike in her eyes as she looks up at him.
(And how she wishes she could reach out, touch his face, but her hands are bound tight...) ]
I'll explain everything later, [ she whispers instead, even as the director starts to go on a rant about following the script and not playing the damn hero. ] But Zack... you know what kind of place this is, don't you? I'm not really a captive or anything, but.. there's only one way I'm getting out of these, you know? That's how they were designed...
[ That's what they agreed to when they put their names on the dotted line of a movie called "FUCK THE PRINCESS: ADVENTURER'S VIRGINITY GIVEN ON HEROIC MISSION, anyway. ]
(can any poor soul blame him? the way he reacted, the way he felt he had to. it was her. he might not have been there long, but....damn it! of course, he didn't like this, he has every reason to not like it.
because he doesn't know how to tell her. that he had gotten her letters, that he had been trying to come home to her. for the last time, and even had given it everything that he had. that he did everything. that he knew at the last moment that he wouldn't be stepping out alive, wasn't it obvious? the world hates men like him, men who never let go of that brightness in them. that don't become jaded shells of themselves.
zack? zack was not the sort to give up, not even once as he felt himself uncertain on what to do. the bindings won't release, that leftover knight wasn't too far behind him. he's trying. frantic, but trying. the machinery creaks closer, a weapon lifted in the air, and he immediately wraps his arms around her to shield her as if expecting any time for it to come down on him.
no! not whenever he's so close to being able to get her out of there no―....the director's shout fills the air. zack almost sighs out of relief whenever the machinery stops. dead. or as dead as it can be for something that would have just about pummeled into him for going off script. who can blame him for this? he almost surely thinks that aerith might not. the mixed emotions aside, he hasn't stopped once in thinking about her back then.
while in death, it hadn't changed for him there, either. he would watch over her in his own way. the one way that he can and hoping for the best whenever his expression shifts. his usual smile isn't there, but it's clear that she's worried. that she also has a fondness to her expression when zack softens up. she's not wrong, he only knows what little he did know because of reno.)
I still don't like it....!
(because it's her. yes, he'd hate it. seeing her bound and tied up like this, script or no script. the director really wasn't happy with him doing this. it isn't his fault he hadn't seen her in years, it also isn't his fault that he felt so strongly about it.)
Reno told me a little, but I don't know everything.
(the title is on the nose, too. he's still a virgin. aerith? by the nature of the resort, he has a guess or two that she's not by this point. he won't ask with who or how it happened. only because he didn't want to think about it. not until he's ready to actually process this strange place and the things it does to people.
though, it did little to stop him from cupping her cheeks. his bare hands, large and worn, resting comfortably against her soft skin. he'll do it for her, since she can't touch him. even if it's for a moment, before he's forced to start this over from the top. he doubts that they'll be allowed to take a proper break.)
[ She smiles at him when he tells her that he doesn't like it, that he's learned some of what he needs to know but not everything, and she feels her heart go out to him ever more; she remembers what it was like, being newly arrived here, knowing almost nothing and having to rely only on what friends and strangers alike told her. It's a relief knowing that he's found Reno already. (That said, it's news to her, though not entirely surprising, that the two of them seem to know each other.)
It's more of a relief that he's found her. Once she's out of these bonds, she can help him, and...
Right. The bonds. The director gets between them just as Zack's bare hands land on her cheeks, insisting that the SOLDIER go back to his starting position so that they can restart the scene, making it very clear that they don't have all day and he's not impressed by the interruptions thus far. And Aerith apologizes, explains that Zack is new to the resort, but that she's taken care of it now and it won't happen again—
The scene is reset. Aerith settles back on the altar, her struggles minimal, guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, her eyes trained on the door. ]
Oh, [ she calls, Zack's cue to enter the scene, ] won't someone please come and rescue me—
[ And once again, he all but flies in, decimating first one suit of armor and then the other, and this time she doesn't interrupt, simply lies there and watches him do his work, waiting for him to come to her. Once he's close enough, the focus will be on their actions and not their words; as long as it looks like the sweet nothings that the movie's theme would expect, they should be able to whisper to one another, right? ]
(if he gets asked later, he might even explain how he knows most of the turks. specifically: tseng, rude, and reno. cissnei too, but he doubts she's here. he hopes not, anyway. they'll have to make this look good, which isn't hard. he didn't have it in him to disappoint her intentionally, not that he'd want to. his only worry is that she might even be uncomfortable with the restraints. they definitely don't seem like they are, but that's something for another time. he has more important things to worry about, about her while they're stuck doing this scene together.
even with the basics down, he has an idea that he's going to be in for it. reno had mentioned things about them becoming statues if they go without sex, about how he would later get a suit mark. everything else? it's going to be new to him.
the only positive is that he got to at least let her feel that he's alive, that he's actually here. alive. he did look apologetic, a quick murmur that he'll be back soon. he knows he will be. they didn't need to overthink the scene, they can do this the way they used to when they came close. except....admittedly, he wishes it could have been more private. he's still giving her his own first, instead of it being the way that they had once promised to one another.
his first. right, he can do this. his signal is given once he's back in position, and zack moves again. there isn't a struggle, not even him stopping. the machine knights fall with relative ease, while the director and producers seem pleased that he didn't alter the script again from his name being called out. his body this time won't be the same as she knew it. he has scars from his death, the bullets and more than that from time on the front lines when he makes his way towards her.)
Sorry it took so long, for me to arrive.
(they don't care if he makes up his lines, from what he noticed earlier. they seemed to eat it up when he did. but this is something else entirely, something born from a deeper feeling when he pauses. a hand reaches to touch her cheek again, his sword, discarded away while he memorizes her warmth. when was the last time he felt her? it's been too long.
rough fingertips brush along her soft skin when he starts to caress her cheek, he wants to do this somewhat properly. attempt to. it's a porno, he hates that perhaps, but can anyone blame him for wanting to convey how he felt still?)
[ The director, Aerith thinks vaguely, seems much happier this time. First, there's the way Zack sweeps through the room, the kind of hero they want instead of a real one, slicing down his enemies before setting his sights on her. They even seem to approve of his "line" as he does reach her, his hand reaching out to her cheek.
Aerith knows, though, that it's not just a line. This isn't a "sorry it took me a while to get here, maiden fair". It's not even a "sorry I arrived at the resort after you".
No, Zack's apology is one spoken for years of pain, for promises unfulfilled. For each and every letter sent his way.
Her eyes brim with a gentle wash of tears, and she leans into the hand that caresses her cheek, and Aerith shakes her head as well as she can when she's bound to the altar. ]
There's no need to apologize, [ she whispers back. Despite her earlier, conflicted feelings, she means it. ] You're here now.
[ Another one for them to be happy with, it seems, if the director and producers' nods to one another are anything to go by. Another one, too, borne only of honesty, despite working perfectly well in this moment. Truthfully, her attention isn't really on the men filming the scene. Aerith's smile is patient and understanding as she looks up at him. Now... now they're close, and it shouldn't matter too much what they say, so long as they do what the script says, which...
...is to have deeply passionate sex. ]
I'm sorry it has to be like this. But I...
[ How can she express that there's a part of her that doesn't mind, even though they're in front of a camera? That it's okay, because it's with him? ]
If you know what kind of place this is, then you know there's only one way these are coming undone, right..? What I mean is, you know... [ A sigh, as she shakes her head just that little bit. ] I'm sorry, Zack.
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but that's nothing, he died and he knows it. passing on the torch as he felt right doing, cloud....zack is sure that he can handle that. taking the sword, the ideals and the dreams that it once carried from himself and angeal before them.
the director calls for his attention, he's told to go and zack does with cape fluttering in the wind. a serious expression unlike his usual, that lengthy black hair of his tied back right as he charges the first suit of armor. the clash wasn't unlike ones back home, but he knows this isn't a real fight. nothing like it.
a heroic entrance, the sight of him going toe to toe like a pro with the next machine with quick movements unexpected of someone his size. he just has to....
(Zack?)
....rescue the princess, as vivid blue eyes widen in familiarity at the sound of this voice. he almost gets hit by the second machine knight, almost. he didn't let it stop him for a second before he charges past it, smashing it to the wooden and rustic floor panels. no, she saw right.
she knew right, there's only one man that looks like and this he's sprinting forward past these knights.) Aerith! (no, no, no. he could have had it sit well with him more if she was back home in his short time getting acclimated with the resort. the expectations of sex and plenty of it as a means to survive and get by. to zack however, that's a problem. he isn't the type, he was never the type to just sleep around with any attractive woman. he hadn't even done the deed before, the closest he came to it is right in front of him. hopeless little zack, he really did wind up in a new kind of danger.
especially since he doesn't know everything that the resort and that the house is capable of.)
Sorry! But I'm not about to sit here!
(they didn't seem too pleased with the script change, though, maybe they did decide to let this play out. the second machine on his tail and what looks to be backup for it incoming, but zack wouldn't let it stop him. nothing would stop him. that's how determined his eyes are, especially after learning who he's rescuing. it doesn't sit well with him, but he'll manage. he has to. he won't let them stop him from taking off with her, though. in an unexpected change of direction since they had somehow dragged him from the throes of death into a reunion most unexpected.
all he has to do is grab her and run. who cares about the script! zack surely doesn't now that he knows who the princess is.)
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He calls for her in return, and very suddenly, she's not sure how she feels. It's a complex mess of emotions that strikes her all at once, a suddenness to their swell that would have even the most practiced of therapeutic practioners concerned for her mental state.
Anger and grief, of course, come foremost, as they always do when she thinks of him. The man she loved so dearly disappeared on her, and then he died—but he's also here, in this resort, and he's clearly alive, and even if that means he's come here from a different time in his past to her, there's some relief, some real joy to it.
But even that joy comes hand in hand with the concern that he's found himself here, that he's trapped in this resort, forced to bend hismelf to its twisted whims...
And then there's guilt. Sickening, twisting. He's been gone for years, dead for months, of course she was going to move on—and yet here's here and he's alive... so, how could she have moved on? How could she have given her first time—and so many times since—
Ugh. No. She needs to put that thought aside, right now. There wasn't anything she could do about that, and she knows it. And right now—
(There's confusion, too. Insidious, heart-gripping. Whispering her love for him even as she's been longing for another..)
—But right now, none of that matters, because he's given up on the script altogether, he's running for her, and the flowers in this world may not speak to her, but in that instant she knows what he means to do, not to mention how and why it won't work, and she— ]
Zack, no—
[ He reaches her, and of course the chains don't give, and the knight continues to bear down on him, and "Cut!!!!" the director yells in exasperation, and Aerith shakes her head, fondness and concern alike in her eyes as she looks up at him.
(And how she wishes she could reach out, touch his face, but her hands are bound tight...) ]
I'll explain everything later, [ she whispers instead, even as the director starts to go on a rant about following the script and not playing the damn hero. ] But Zack... you know what kind of place this is, don't you? I'm not really a captive or anything, but.. there's only one way I'm getting out of these, you know? That's how they were designed...
[ That's what they agreed to when they put their names on the dotted line of a movie called "FUCK THE PRINCESS: ADVENTURER'S VIRGINITY GIVEN ON HEROIC MISSION, anyway. ]
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because he doesn't know how to tell her. that he had gotten her letters, that he had been trying to come home to her. for the last time, and even had given it everything that he had. that he did everything. that he knew at the last moment that he wouldn't be stepping out alive, wasn't it obvious? the world hates men like him, men who never let go of that brightness in them. that don't become jaded shells of themselves.
zack? zack was not the sort to give up, not even once as he felt himself uncertain on what to do. the bindings won't release, that leftover knight wasn't too far behind him. he's trying. frantic, but trying. the machinery creaks closer, a weapon lifted in the air, and he immediately wraps his arms around her to shield her as if expecting any time for it to come down on him.
no! not whenever he's so close to being able to get her out of there no―....the director's shout fills the air. zack almost sighs out of relief whenever the machinery stops. dead. or as dead as it can be for something that would have just about pummeled into him for going off script. who can blame him for this? he almost surely thinks that aerith might not. the mixed emotions aside, he hasn't stopped once in thinking about her back then.
while in death, it hadn't changed for him there, either. he would watch over her in his own way. the one way that he can and hoping for the best whenever his expression shifts. his usual smile isn't there, but it's clear that she's worried. that she also has a fondness to her expression when zack softens up. she's not wrong, he only knows what little he did know because of reno.)
I still don't like it....!
(because it's her. yes, he'd hate it. seeing her bound and tied up like this, script or no script. the director really wasn't happy with him doing this. it isn't his fault he hadn't seen her in years, it also isn't his fault that he felt so strongly about it.)
Reno told me a little, but I don't know everything.
(the title is on the nose, too. he's still a virgin. aerith? by the nature of the resort, he has a guess or two that she's not by this point. he won't ask with who or how it happened. only because he didn't want to think about it. not until he's ready to actually process this strange place and the things it does to people.
though, it did little to stop him from cupping her cheeks. his bare hands, large and worn, resting comfortably against her soft skin. he'll do it for her, since she can't touch him. even if it's for a moment, before he's forced to start this over from the top. he doubts that they'll be allowed to take a proper break.)
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It's more of a relief that he's found her. Once she's out of these bonds, she can help him, and...
Right. The bonds. The director gets between them just as Zack's bare hands land on her cheeks, insisting that the SOLDIER go back to his starting position so that they can restart the scene, making it very clear that they don't have all day and he's not impressed by the interruptions thus far. And Aerith apologizes, explains that Zack is new to the resort, but that she's taken care of it now and it won't happen again—
The scene is reset. Aerith settles back on the altar, her struggles minimal, guarded by two oversized, automated suits of armor, her eyes trained on the door. ]
Oh, [ she calls, Zack's cue to enter the scene, ] won't someone please come and rescue me—
[ And once again, he all but flies in, decimating first one suit of armor and then the other, and this time she doesn't interrupt, simply lies there and watches him do his work, waiting for him to come to her. Once he's close enough, the focus will be on their actions and not their words; as long as it looks like the sweet nothings that the movie's theme would expect, they should be able to whisper to one another, right? ]
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even with the basics down, he has an idea that he's going to be in for it. reno had mentioned things about them becoming statues if they go without sex, about how he would later get a suit mark. everything else? it's going to be new to him.
the only positive is that he got to at least let her feel that he's alive, that he's actually here. alive. he did look apologetic, a quick murmur that he'll be back soon. he knows he will be. they didn't need to overthink the scene, they can do this the way they used to when they came close. except....admittedly, he wishes it could have been more private. he's still giving her his own first, instead of it being the way that they had once promised to one another.
his first. right, he can do this. his signal is given once he's back in position, and zack moves again. there isn't a struggle, not even him stopping. the machine knights fall with relative ease, while the director and producers seem pleased that he didn't alter the script again from his name being called out. his body this time won't be the same as she knew it. he has scars from his death, the bullets and more than that from time on the front lines when he makes his way towards her.)
Sorry it took so long, for me to arrive.
(they don't care if he makes up his lines, from what he noticed earlier. they seemed to eat it up when he did. but this is something else entirely, something born from a deeper feeling when he pauses. a hand reaches to touch her cheek again, his sword, discarded away while he memorizes her warmth. when was the last time he felt her? it's been too long.
rough fingertips brush along her soft skin when he starts to caress her cheek, he wants to do this somewhat properly. attempt to. it's a porno, he hates that perhaps, but can anyone blame him for wanting to convey how he felt still?)
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Aerith knows, though, that it's not just a line. This isn't a "sorry it took me a while to get here, maiden fair". It's not even a "sorry I arrived at the resort after you".
No, Zack's apology is one spoken for years of pain, for promises unfulfilled. For each and every letter sent his way.
Her eyes brim with a gentle wash of tears, and she leans into the hand that caresses her cheek, and Aerith shakes her head as well as she can when she's bound to the altar. ]
There's no need to apologize, [ she whispers back. Despite her earlier, conflicted feelings, she means it. ] You're here now.
[ Another one for them to be happy with, it seems, if the director and producers' nods to one another are anything to go by. Another one, too, borne only of honesty, despite working perfectly well in this moment. Truthfully, her attention isn't really on the men filming the scene. Aerith's smile is patient and understanding as she looks up at him. Now... now they're close, and it shouldn't matter too much what they say, so long as they do what the script says, which...
...is to have deeply passionate sex. ]
I'm sorry it has to be like this. But I...
[ How can she express that there's a part of her that doesn't mind, even though they're in front of a camera? That it's okay, because it's with him? ]
If you know what kind of place this is, then you know there's only one way these are coming undone, right..? What I mean is, you know... [ A sigh, as she shakes her head just that little bit. ] I'm sorry, Zack.