【 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. 】
▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video
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[ Minato glances over at the director who's promptly returned his hand to his side. Nothing to see here! Definitely not running through all the different ways to jump Fuuta when he's not looking as revenge for nearly airing his hyper-specific fetish.
Under normal circumstances, Minato still wouldn't have very many qualms about blindly stepping into a potential kink saw trap. It's simply collateral to existing in a place like this, and it's not that unusual for him in his eyes to get pulled into harrowing things without much say. On the other hand... lately, others have emphasized to him that he should be more careful. Consider whether he truly wanted to go along with something, or if it was simply a matter of not seeing any reasons against capitulating.
Also, this poor stranger's growing more exasperated by the second? Maybe Minato should save him from that.
He turns to the director and dips his head in an apology. ]
I'm sorry, sir. I've changed my mind. Thank you for the opportunity though.
[ The director sputters at Minato's sudden change of heart, all before glowering at the one who'd ruined his plans.
"Then I guess you'll have to swallow the cost of backing out."
The director jabs an index finger at Fuuta.
"And you can take responsibility for him too!"
Minato's watch buzzes on his wrist, its display flashing red as his chips plunge into the negatives. He lifts it to eye level with a frown and a tiny sigh. Two people's chip penalties hitting his account? Well. Whatever. He'll make it up somehow. ]
[ What an emotional rollercoaster he's going on here. Because for a hot second Fuuta stands up a little straighter, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a smug grin when he hears the guy turn the director down. That's right! See! He did a good thing in keeping this guy from getting embroiled in some nasty jerkoff fodder passion project! He did the right thing by stepping in!
-- and then the director points right at him, and Fuuta jerks back. Followed by an indignant bark the moment he realizes where this is going. ]
Wh -- what the fuck?! You can't do that!
[ Except the director apparently very much can? The buzz of a Watch has Fuuta whipping around to stare at Minato, realizing what just happened, and he stomps closer to the director, jagged teeth bared as he growls, ]
You fucking hack scam artist! What kinda director are you, just dragging people into your bullshit and then fucking with them like that! I oughta --
[ 'Oughta' ... what? Because for as loud as Fuuta's bark is, his bite is nonexistent; he flinches back the moment the director glares at him and raises a fist in clear threat, flanked by equally irate staff members, and by the time Fuuta's worked his nerve back up, the director and his posse are already walking off in search of the next gullible victim to rope into the their project.
For a moment, Fuuta just looks awkwardly from the director's retreating figure, to Minato, then back. Then finally, as his gaze furtively drops to some point on the floor, he mutters, ]
[ "That wasn't my fault," says the stranger, to which Minato merely responds with a small shake of the head. ]
It's okay. I probably should have known better.
[ It seems he has no issues with heaping responsibility onto his own plate. Technically, it's true; he shouldn't have allowed himself to get dragged into something dangerous. It's his fault for going along without a single question. It's not Fuuta's fault for speaking up on his behalf, even if he'd never asked the other guest to do so.
And so, it's quite easy to brush everything off. Minato's hand falls back to his side, its flashing display finally fading away. ]
I'll figure something out.
[ He always does. He's grown quite accustomed to it, to searching for ways out of seemingly impossible odds.
He's grown quite accustomed to embracing whatever others chose to heap on him. And all things considered, this isn't such a terrible outcome considering how there are plenty of ways to regain chips.
Minato nods in the direction of all the other sets. All hope isn't lost! He can make up the deficit in no time. ]
[ Oh ... somehow that feels way worse. Like, it'd be frustrating enough if this guy did get mad at him for something that objectively wasn't his fault, but it feels even more wretched that Minato acquiesces so easily. -- which still doesn't mean he thinks this was his fault! He didn't mean for this shit to happen! This all happened just because that director was a nutjob perv!
Still. A frisson of something heavy and uncomfortable slithers down his spine to settle in his gut as he watches Minato blandly lower his hand down to his side, hiding the Watch's face from view once more. Fuuta ends up squirming visible, gaze averted and jagged teeth worrying at his lip, one hand twisting into the baggy fabric of his other sleeve.
What finally tips into action, though, is seeing Minato ponder the other sets. -- he gets that people need to fuck to survive here. That would've happened eventually, regardless. But thinking that he played any part in a guy needing to fuck even more for money, possibly dealing with shit he doesn't even want, wouldn't sit right with him. ]
-- hey! [ It's blurted out gracelessly, followed by a moment of awkward stewing, before Fuuta continues at a grumble. ] Gimme your username. I'll ... send you some stuff. I have a bunch of, like, vouchers and coupons stocked up. -- it's not easy living here when you're broke, you know. I don't mind helping a bit.
[ Even if. It's not his fault ... ]
And if you need any help figuring out what else to do ...
[ The single syllable blurted out makes Minato start a bit, blinking a few times as he looks back over at Fuuta. This guy wanted his username? To send things to him? ]
It's fine.
[ Because it is. Getting himself into this mess means he'll just scrabble his way out of it too.
On the other hand, the way this guy was squirming about and wringing his sleeve with his other hand -- maybe he should agree for this guest's sake. Minato's shoulders sag while accompanied by a small exhale. ]
Tatsuya. My username is tatsuya.
[ That's awfully kind of this guy to be parting with all of that. Even if he says he had plenty stocked up, it must have taken a lot of time to acquire them. Perhaps he'd been saving them for a rainy day, and if that's the case, Fuuta was parting with something quite valuable.
Minato dips his head in polite deference. ]
Thanks, and... sorry, for causing you trouble.
[ Anyone with a pair of eyes can see how Fuuta's been agonizing and tormented from practically the beginning of this interaction. ]
[ There was definitely a second there where he narrowed his eye, lips parted with a slight curl before he refrained from saying whatever it was he was about to say. -- even he knows that there's a time and a place for things, and he's not about to chew out the guy for his shitty taste in usernames (that's probably his real name, right? Tatsuya?) when he was responsi -- was involved in getting the guy into debt.
So Fuuta swallows back the shitty comment that had been prepared on the tip of his tongue, and instead huffs a low exhale as he looks down at his Watch. He obviously spends way too much time on his Watch judging by how quickly he taps and swipes through menus. And seconds later, Minato's Watch pings with a few incoming messages.
User pz25948011717 has sent you a gift!, each one reads, before declaring its contents. All in all, it's a dozen 10-chip coupons for Birdbucks, enough vouchers for a few decent meals at the Early Bird Hall, and a coupon for a free entree at the Red Cardinal. Not enough to make up for the double-penalty! But a decent chunk of change. ]
Okay, there. You won't starve, at least.
[ Fuuta sighs as he closes a menu and lowers his Watch, looking at Minato warily to gauge his reaction. ]
[ Minato lifts his arm to flip the watch's display towards him. Several unopened envelope icons pop up on the screen. He taps one of them and blinks as he scans its message. This one is the 10-chip coupon for Birdbucks, and considering how many messages had just come in -- huh. That's generous of this stranger who, for the time being, will be known as "pz25948011717" to Minato. ]
...thanks.
[ He probably wouldn't starve either way. If push came to shove, he'd probably turn to a friend within the Golden Peacock who'd adamantly insisted that Minato reach out to him if he ever needed any help. Minato's stubborn though; if he can handle something on his own without troubling others, he will.
Fuuta gets a nod in response to his question. ]
Yeah. I think there was a list at the check-in table.
[ The titles of each indie film should give some decent insight into what he was about to get involved in. Better than walking blindly onto some random set. Lesson learned.
Without another word, Minato dips his head again to bid Fuuta farewell before wandering off towards the entrance of all the smaller sets. All things considered, at least he'd ended up broke in a place where there were plenty of opportunities to regain a few chips. ]
[ And then Minato gets to walk away from this interaction, with only the copious coupons to remember this very strange interaction with Mr. pz25948011717 ...
Just kidding. Minato gets to walk away approximately five feet before there's the squeak of sneaker soles behind him as Fuuta stumbles to catch up, shoving past a nonplussed stranger to walk at Minato's side again. He is doing an extremely bad job of feigning casual. ]
-- I mean. I was gonna go look at'em too?
[ Not a lie! He really had grudgingly resigned himself to having to participate in a few of these dumb productions to avoid drawing the resort's ire. But also -- now he feels obliged to cut Minato off before he might get entangled in another especially lurid production. Not like he cares! This guy's not his responsibility or anything! But, like ... it's just the right thing to do! The guy seems like such a pushover that he's just being a good person by keeping an eye out for him, yeah!
Anyway, Fuuta's definitely hovering a little as they approach the check-in table and start looking through the scripts on offer. Once again: extremely bad job of being sneaky, the way he keeps shooting sideways glances at whatever Minato's looking at. ]
[ A perfectly reasonable explanation as to why Fuuta's heading in the direction of the set lists too. If that's what Fuuta intends to do, Minato won't stop him at all. He's free to do as he likes.
So Minato pays Fuuta no mind as he glances over the available scripts arranged on the table. The woman behind it sits with her hands folded, offering the pair a wide customer service-style smile.
"Just so you're aware, everything here's marked with an asterisk because they're scripts intended for two actors." She raises a hand to lift two fingers. "We'd like for people to sign up in pairs. It's a lot of trouble, you see, matching up individual actors. Just more efficient if we get sign-ups two at a time."
It's not too out-there of a justification. Minato understands, even if the corners of his mouth dip into a slight frown. ]
I guess that makes sense...
[ The woman arches a brow upon hearing the mild dejection in Minato's voice.
"Oh. Are you not a pair?"
Minato glances at Fuuta out of the corner of his eye. ]
...is there nothing for solo sign-ups?
[ The staff member offers a sympathetic smile. "No, unfortunately those were the first to go."
no worries he's accustomed to that 🙂↕️
Under normal circumstances, Minato still wouldn't have very many qualms about blindly stepping into a potential kink saw trap. It's simply collateral to existing in a place like this, and it's not that unusual for him in his eyes to get pulled into harrowing things without much say. On the other hand... lately, others have emphasized to him that he should be more careful. Consider whether he truly wanted to go along with something, or if it was simply a matter of not seeing any reasons against capitulating.
Also, this poor stranger's growing more exasperated by the second? Maybe Minato should save him from that.
He turns to the director and dips his head in an apology. ]
I'm sorry, sir. I've changed my mind. Thank you for the opportunity though.
[ The director sputters at Minato's sudden change of heart, all before glowering at the one who'd ruined his plans.
"Then I guess you'll have to swallow the cost of backing out."
The director jabs an index finger at Fuuta.
"And you can take responsibility for him too!"
Minato's watch buzzes on his wrist, its display flashing red as his chips plunge into the negatives. He lifts it to eye level with a frown and a tiny sigh. Two people's chip penalties hitting his account? Well. Whatever. He'll make it up somehow. ]
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-- and then the director points right at him, and Fuuta jerks back. Followed by an indignant bark the moment he realizes where this is going. ]
Wh -- what the fuck?! You can't do that!
[ Except the director apparently very much can? The buzz of a Watch has Fuuta whipping around to stare at Minato, realizing what just happened, and he stomps closer to the director, jagged teeth bared as he growls, ]
You fucking hack scam artist! What kinda director are you, just dragging people into your bullshit and then fucking with them like that! I oughta --
[ 'Oughta' ... what? Because for as loud as Fuuta's bark is, his bite is nonexistent; he flinches back the moment the director glares at him and raises a fist in clear threat, flanked by equally irate staff members, and by the time Fuuta's worked his nerve back up, the director and his posse are already walking off in search of the next gullible victim to rope into the their project.
For a moment, Fuuta just looks awkwardly from the director's retreating figure, to Minato, then back. Then finally, as his gaze furtively drops to some point on the floor, he mutters, ]
... that wasn't my fault.
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It's okay. I probably should have known better.
[ It seems he has no issues with heaping responsibility onto his own plate. Technically, it's true; he shouldn't have allowed himself to get dragged into something dangerous. It's his fault for going along without a single question. It's not Fuuta's fault for speaking up on his behalf, even if he'd never asked the other guest to do so.
And so, it's quite easy to brush everything off. Minato's hand falls back to his side, its flashing display finally fading away. ]
I'll figure something out.
[ He always does. He's grown quite accustomed to it, to searching for ways out of seemingly impossible odds.
He's grown quite accustomed to embracing whatever others chose to heap on him. And all things considered, this isn't such a terrible outcome considering how there are plenty of ways to regain chips.
Minato nods in the direction of all the other sets. All hope isn't lost! He can make up the deficit in no time. ]
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Still. A frisson of something heavy and uncomfortable slithers down his spine to settle in his gut as he watches Minato blandly lower his hand down to his side, hiding the Watch's face from view once more. Fuuta ends up squirming visible, gaze averted and jagged teeth worrying at his lip, one hand twisting into the baggy fabric of his other sleeve.
What finally tips into action, though, is seeing Minato ponder the other sets. -- he gets that people need to fuck to survive here. That would've happened eventually, regardless. But thinking that he played any part in a guy needing to fuck even more for money, possibly dealing with shit he doesn't even want, wouldn't sit right with him. ]
-- hey! [ It's blurted out gracelessly, followed by a moment of awkward stewing, before Fuuta continues at a grumble. ] Gimme your username. I'll ... send you some stuff. I have a bunch of, like, vouchers and coupons stocked up. -- it's not easy living here when you're broke, you know. I don't mind helping a bit.
[ Even if. It's not his fault ... ]
And if you need any help figuring out what else to do ...
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It's fine.
[ Because it is. Getting himself into this mess means he'll just scrabble his way out of it too.
On the other hand, the way this guy was squirming about and wringing his sleeve with his other hand -- maybe he should agree for this guest's sake. Minato's shoulders sag while accompanied by a small exhale. ]
Tatsuya. My username is tatsuya.
[ That's awfully kind of this guy to be parting with all of that. Even if he says he had plenty stocked up, it must have taken a lot of time to acquire them. Perhaps he'd been saving them for a rainy day, and if that's the case, Fuuta was parting with something quite valuable.
Minato dips his head in polite deference. ]
Thanks, and... sorry, for causing you trouble.
[ Anyone with a pair of eyes can see how Fuuta's been agonizing and tormented from practically the beginning of this interaction. ]
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[ There was definitely a second there where he narrowed his eye, lips parted with a slight curl before he refrained from saying whatever it was he was about to say. -- even he knows that there's a time and a place for things, and he's not about to chew out the guy for his shitty taste in usernames (that's probably his real name, right? Tatsuya?) when he was responsi -- was involved in getting the guy into debt.
So Fuuta swallows back the shitty comment that had been prepared on the tip of his tongue, and instead huffs a low exhale as he looks down at his Watch. He obviously spends way too much time on his Watch judging by how quickly he taps and swipes through menus. And seconds later, Minato's Watch pings with a few incoming messages.
User pz25948011717 has sent you a gift!, each one reads, before declaring its contents. All in all, it's a dozen 10-chip coupons for Birdbucks, enough vouchers for a few decent meals at the Early Bird Hall, and a coupon for a free entree at the Red Cardinal. Not enough to make up for the double-penalty! But a decent chunk of change. ]
Okay, there. You won't starve, at least.
[ Fuuta sighs as he closes a menu and lowers his Watch, looking at Minato warily to gauge his reaction. ]
... you thinking of taking on another script?
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...thanks.
[ He probably wouldn't starve either way. If push came to shove, he'd probably turn to a friend within the Golden Peacock who'd adamantly insisted that Minato reach out to him if he ever needed any help. Minato's stubborn though; if he can handle something on his own without troubling others, he will.
Fuuta gets a nod in response to his question. ]
Yeah. I think there was a list at the check-in table.
[ The titles of each indie film should give some decent insight into what he was about to get involved in. Better than walking blindly onto some random set. Lesson learned.
Without another word, Minato dips his head again to bid Fuuta farewell before wandering off towards the entrance of all the smaller sets. All things considered, at least he'd ended up broke in a place where there were plenty of opportunities to regain a few chips. ]
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[ And then Minato gets to walk away from this interaction, with only the copious coupons to remember this very strange interaction with Mr. pz25948011717 ...
Just kidding. Minato gets to walk away approximately five feet before there's the squeak of sneaker soles behind him as Fuuta stumbles to catch up, shoving past a nonplussed stranger to walk at Minato's side again. He is doing an extremely bad job of feigning casual. ]
-- I mean. I was gonna go look at'em too?
[ Not a lie! He really had grudgingly resigned himself to having to participate in a few of these dumb productions to avoid drawing the resort's ire. But also -- now he feels obliged to cut Minato off before he might get entangled in another especially lurid production. Not like he cares! This guy's not his responsibility or anything! But, like ... it's just the right thing to do! The guy seems like such a pushover that he's just being a good person by keeping an eye out for him, yeah!
Anyway, Fuuta's definitely hovering a little as they approach the check-in table and start looking through the scripts on offer. Once again: extremely bad job of being sneaky, the way he keeps shooting sideways glances at whatever Minato's looking at. ]
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So Minato pays Fuuta no mind as he glances over the available scripts arranged on the table. The woman behind it sits with her hands folded, offering the pair a wide customer service-style smile.
"Just so you're aware, everything here's marked with an asterisk because they're scripts intended for two actors." She raises a hand to lift two fingers. "We'd like for people to sign up in pairs. It's a lot of trouble, you see, matching up individual actors. Just more efficient if we get sign-ups two at a time."
It's not too out-there of a justification. Minato understands, even if the corners of his mouth dip into a slight frown. ]
I guess that makes sense...
[ The woman arches a brow upon hearing the mild dejection in Minato's voice.
"Oh. Are you not a pair?"
Minato glances at Fuuta out of the corner of his eye. ]
...is there nothing for solo sign-ups?
[ The staff member offers a sympathetic smile. "No, unfortunately those were the first to go."
Ah... Of course... ]