【 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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[ she doesn't know what compels her to participate in the filming of these movies, really (though she can imagine that it's some kind of mental nudge from the resort that might have something to do with it), but she's not entirely against the chances for dressing up in a variety of clothing to fit some kind of mystical fantasy setting. even the dress she's been given isn't as sultry as she might have expected, even if her breasts are still prone to visibly seeming as if they might spill out of the bodice with the way they fill out the hemline, cleavage tightly nestled within, with a bit of that newer scar peeking out from within across to her collarbone.
it's the end of a shoot when she finds herself in the changing room, aiming to take the dress off, a pair of fresh and comfortable gym clothes set to the side to change into afterwards. but as she finds herself trying to peel away the dress as easily as it had been to slide it on, her fingers almost seem to slide along the drapery like fabric every time she attempts it. she tries again and again and again — nothing, as if impossible to find the find the ends of it. even attempting to hook her thumbs into the bodice to try to slip up out of it doesn't seem to work, as if stuck right there against her breasts.
she takes a deep breath, easing herself not to panic too soon. no, she just needs a little help that's all. carefully, she peeks out of the small room's door, peering out to the others walking by, either from their own participation of the film or engagement in the other indie shoots happening concurrently.
her eyes fall upon a familiar face and, while not exactly her first choice to feel comfortable in asking to help in something like this, it doesn't feel right to feel so choosey in a moment like that.
she gives a wave of her arm, awkwardly. ] Hey— um, Rude? Sorry, ah, any chance I could ask a bit of a favor from you?
[Rude is in between films at the moment, just roaming around to see the different sets and people in costume when he hears his name. The owner of that particular voice is very familiar, but he doesn't see her right away.
Part of the reason why is that dress she has on. It seems like no one is free from participating in at least one of these films, but he doesn't ask too many questions when it seems like she might need help. The closer he gets the more of the dress he sees, and the more of her chest he has to try not to stare at. He does well enough to start, but then he catches sight of that scar on her chest and looks away. Sephiroth haunts them even here. He's read her files.]
Is everything okay? What's wrong?
[Based on the awkward look on her face, he knows it's nothing terribly serious, but enough that she would be willing to ask him for assistance. Rude doesn't make any move to step inside with her, not without being invited first.]
[ it really isn't the person she expected to ask of this, if only because it's barely been a few weeks since she decided to start getting along with rude at all. but it really had turned out that he isn't nearly as bad as her prejudices had assumed, even in spite of some of their conflicts back home. so something like this? maybe it shouldn't be too bad to ask, right? ]
Y-yeah, it's fine. Well, mostly. Um— [ she pulls back more of the door, showing a bit more of her costume as she peers down at it. ] Actually, it's this dress. I can't seem to take it off. It's like it's purposely fighting me every time I try. I don't know if it's one of those weird resort tricks again or something else, but ...
[ right. yeah. she should actually ask the question. ]
I was just wondering if— well, would you maybe help me in trying to take it off? [ she gives another quick wave of her hand. ] No pressure if that's a weird ask.
[Rude, always hiding his emotions behind his sunglasses, visibly relaxes the tension he didn't know he'd been holding when Tifa clarifies that she's not in any danger. He allows himself to smile when he sees the full look of the costume. It suits her, for sure, but he's not sure she's asking for his approval.]
Oh, I see. I don't mind. These costumes can get tricky. Especially when the zippers are in the back. [He gestures for her to turn around. Rude is sure it can't be that hard, and he can do it without intruding into the changing room--if he could find the damn thing.]
It's not weird. Lots of sisters. [His eyes linger over her scar again, not remembering it looking like that--in fact, he doesn't recall ever seeing it before. It'd always been hidden, he assumes.] Is that.. new? It can't be, though. Isn't it from.. [Rude shakes his head. This isn't the time for that kind of conversation.] You don't have to answer that.
It's weird, because it wasn't actually that hard to put on, so I'm not sure what's wrong with it now. But yeah — it's probably the zipper.
[ she gives an appreciative smile when he motions for her to turn, her expression still a little shy but relieved for the help and the hope that it doesn't actually have to be as awkward as she worries it to be. her body gives a turn, hand bracing against the frame of the door as she continues peering to him over her shoulder.
when he acknowledges the scar, she turns her head away again, her own eyes avoiding the mark that now covers part of her chest. ]
No, it's okay. I can— I can talk about it. It's just— [ she swallows, eyes shutting as she finds her calm, trying not to feel too much of a weight in the memory. ] Yeah, he did that. But there was a doctor in Midgar, she helped to cover most of it up during my surgery. Skin grafts do wonders, I guess. But ... I don't know, suddenly a few weeks ago, it just showed up again, like it was always there somehow.
It might be some kind of trap. To encourage encounters like this.
[There's no way this place could have orchestrated the two of them together in the same dressing room. And even if they did, they couldn't have known that the two of them would be on opposite sides of a largely manufactured corporate war and at very little risk of fraternizing under normal circumstances.
Rude stays quiet while she speaks, hanging on every word more than a simple acquaintance might pay.]
I'm sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that, but I'm glad you survived. [Tifa's survival was a miracle considering how many died that day. Hopefully some day either Rude's group or Tifa's will be able to put a blade through that guy's chest in return.]
Before I got here, at the Temple of the Ancients, he stabbed Tseng...[Rude's voice grows quiet, remembering when their leader had come limping back to them, blood dripping down his face and from his wound. He shakes the thought away and focuses instead. The zipper, unfortunately was tucked underneath a couple layers of fabric that had to be unwrapped from her first, which he does quietly.]
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it's the end of a shoot when she finds herself in the changing room, aiming to take the dress off, a pair of fresh and comfortable gym clothes set to the side to change into afterwards. but as she finds herself trying to peel away the dress as easily as it had been to slide it on, her fingers almost seem to slide along the drapery like fabric every time she attempts it. she tries again and again and again — nothing, as if impossible to find the find the ends of it. even attempting to hook her thumbs into the bodice to try to slip up out of it doesn't seem to work, as if stuck right there against her breasts.
she takes a deep breath, easing herself not to panic too soon. no, she just needs a little help that's all. carefully, she peeks out of the small room's door, peering out to the others walking by, either from their own participation of the film or engagement in the other indie shoots happening concurrently.
her eyes fall upon a familiar face and, while not exactly her first choice to feel comfortable in asking to help in something like this, it doesn't feel right to feel so choosey in a moment like that.
she gives a wave of her arm, awkwardly. ] Hey— um, Rude? Sorry, ah, any chance I could ask a bit of a favor from you?
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Part of the reason why is that dress she has on. It seems like no one is free from participating in at least one of these films, but he doesn't ask too many questions when it seems like she might need help. The closer he gets the more of the dress he sees, and the more of her chest he has to try not to stare at. He does well enough to start, but then he catches sight of that scar on her chest and looks away. Sephiroth haunts them even here. He's read her files.]
Is everything okay? What's wrong?
[Based on the awkward look on her face, he knows it's nothing terribly serious, but enough that she would be willing to ask him for assistance. Rude doesn't make any move to step inside with her, not without being invited first.]
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Y-yeah, it's fine. Well, mostly. Um— [ she pulls back more of the door, showing a bit more of her costume as she peers down at it. ] Actually, it's this dress. I can't seem to take it off. It's like it's purposely fighting me every time I try. I don't know if it's one of those weird resort tricks again or something else, but ...
[ right. yeah. she should actually ask the question. ]
I was just wondering if— well, would you maybe help me in trying to take it off? [ she gives another quick wave of her hand. ] No pressure if that's a weird ask.
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Oh, I see. I don't mind. These costumes can get tricky. Especially when the zippers are in the back. [He gestures for her to turn around. Rude is sure it can't be that hard, and he can do it without intruding into the changing room--if he could find the damn thing.]
It's not weird. Lots of sisters. [His eyes linger over her scar again, not remembering it looking like that--in fact, he doesn't recall ever seeing it before. It'd always been hidden, he assumes.] Is that.. new? It can't be, though. Isn't it from.. [Rude shakes his head. This isn't the time for that kind of conversation.] You don't have to answer that.
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[ she gives an appreciative smile when he motions for her to turn, her expression still a little shy but relieved for the help and the hope that it doesn't actually have to be as awkward as she worries it to be. her body gives a turn, hand bracing against the frame of the door as she continues peering to him over her shoulder.
when he acknowledges the scar, she turns her head away again, her own eyes avoiding the mark that now covers part of her chest. ]
No, it's okay. I can— I can talk about it. It's just— [ she swallows, eyes shutting as she finds her calm, trying not to feel too much of a weight in the memory. ] Yeah, he did that. But there was a doctor in Midgar, she helped to cover most of it up during my surgery. Skin grafts do wonders, I guess. But ... I don't know, suddenly a few weeks ago, it just showed up again, like it was always there somehow.
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[There's no way this place could have orchestrated the two of them together in the same dressing room. And even if they did, they couldn't have known that the two of them would be on opposite sides of a largely manufactured corporate war and at very little risk of fraternizing under normal circumstances.
Rude stays quiet while she speaks, hanging on every word more than a simple acquaintance might pay.]
I'm sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that, but I'm glad you survived. [Tifa's survival was a miracle considering how many died that day. Hopefully some day either Rude's group or Tifa's will be able to put a blade through that guy's chest in return.]
Before I got here, at the Temple of the Ancients, he stabbed Tseng...[Rude's voice grows quiet, remembering when their leader had come limping back to them, blood dripping down his face and from his wound. He shakes the thought away and focuses instead. The zipper, unfortunately was tucked underneath a couple layers of fabric that had to be unwrapped from her first, which he does quietly.]