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【 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

WELCOME TO THE LOT

► All of these new stars are being welcomed to the Peacock in style. The Nest, the resort's premier massive shopping complex, is now lined with dozens upon dozens of trailers, each with a glittering gold star on the door. While unassuming on the outside, the inside of these honeywagons are pockets of luxury in tiny square footage. The catch? Why, characters are stuffed up to 4 in a trailer, of course. We're sure you'll figure something out.

► Characters still wake up naked save for a robe, as is standard for the Golden Peacock. This round’s robes are a mixed bag of gaudy glitz and old money velvet, reflecting the dual faces of Hollywood. Whether you're sporting some classic luxury with a pipe or draped in cheetah faux fur, these robes are skimpy, potentially giving a raunchy photoshoot to those pesky paparazzi!

► Existing characters are welcome to take up residence in any empty slots in these honeywagons. Just because you're not the newest ingenue on the block doesn't mean you're forgotten. Besides, we need you experienced actors close to set for quick costume changes and touch-ups. No need to ask to be moved! It’s all taken care of already.

HIRED HENS

► Several security guards have been newly hired to protect the actors from paparazzi and potential threats. These burly cocos and hens all have three things in common: tight black suits, rippling muscles, and owl heads. These heads aren't just for show; this elite group of guards can swivel their heads 360 degrees to provide the utmost level of surveillance.

► Unfortunately for actors, these owls are both nocturnal and way too into their jobs. They particularly like doing rounds during night hours and staring into the windows of the honeywagons to watch the actors sleep. Some owls will creep into the trailers to watch over their charges by sitting at their bedsides. An owl may be there, staring, where you least expect it. However, their diligence may not necessarily be a bad thing!

► Alongside owl security, actors may find themselves bombarded by paparazzi. These photo-hungry tabloid journalists are all after shots that will fetch a high price, willing to do anything for a scoop. The majority of these new paparazzi, in contrast to owl security, have hummingbird heads. They're just as quick too, zooming in and out of both backstage and the sets in search of a scandal.

► Be careful, because hummingbirds aren't the only paparazzi. That's right — guests, new or existing, may find themselves scouted to play ball with the tabloids. They may not be as obvious as those aggressive hummingbird reporters; some may even be working undercover in search of a scandal to sell to the highest bidder. All actors are at risk of embarrassing or defamatory photos being published in resort magazines or posted to the bulletin boards.

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

ROLE REGISTER

► What better way to get to know your colleagues than to check out their resume? All guests will have access to the actor registry, which provides an overview of actors and basic information about them.

► The registry, with the help of the Golden Peacock's AI, can also flag complementary resumes. An actor that may have good chemistry, match the requirements for a particular scene, or has unique experience relevant to an upcoming job may reappear at the top of the search several times.

► Actors can communicate through the registry. There is a general messaging board where everyone can see what is posted and personal inboxes for private correspondence with an actor. Actors are encouraged to collaberate because many of the scenes in the available movie projects involve intimacy.

COPYABLE CODE

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COSTUME DEPARTMENT

GET INTO CHARACTER

PICK OUT YOUR DUDS

► The trendy clothing boutiques of The Nest have been transformed. The walls between these small stores have vanished to create a vast costume warehouse divided by department, seemingly overnight. Actors may freely browse the racks to select suitable costumes for the roles they've been cast. The directors aren't picky about how their actors dress as long as it suits the part, allowing guests creative freedom as part of the process.

► Actors that choose costumes that are extremely unsuitable for their roles will be forced to change into something chosen by costuming staff. These mandated costumes will be on theme but will always be slutty, sexy, and enhance an actor's unique "assets". An actor blessed with a bountiful bosom may find themselves wearing a tight little lace bra while an actor with a thick ass may end up in assless chaps. It's all about giving the people what they want, you know?

► All articles in the warehouse run the risk of being possessed. There are no clear-cut signs as to which pieces are cursed and which are not before putting something on. Possessed costumes come in two flavors: Type A and Type B.

Type A possessions are straightforward. The actor wearing a Type A costume cannot remove it alone — they will find that no matter how many times they grab a button or tug on that zipper tab, nothing will unfasten. Someone else must remove the costume for them. Good thing there are a bunch of changing rooms just big enough to fit two people inside around, huh?

Type B possessions are unique. The actor wearing the costume will begin to feel influenced by it. They may feel inspired or compelled to act out the role it embodies. This possession will not be satisfied until some level of resonance between actor and role is achieved. While the possession isn't satisfied the costume cannot be removed. But hey, you're an actor headed to set, so surely this is only gravy for your performance!

DOLLED UP

► Done getting into costume? Head over to hair and makeup! After all, clothes are only half the battle. Whether you need to get glammed up or slapped into some monster makeup, the makeup artists are here to help. Mostly. Actually, they're super understaffed, and there aren't enough makeup artists to meet demand. Though they hate to ask, could you guys potentially help each other get ready?

► Actors confident in their makeup and hair styling skills (or just confident) will be allowed to use any tools to help get their fellow actors ready. However, any actors kind enough to jump in and assist will be warned that many of these products are made at home in the Golden Peacock. If not used with discretion, they can potentially make the actor being worked on ... extremely horny! Like a game of Russian roulette, one in five of all beauty products are created with aphrodisiacs. Ironically, this isn't even for the sake of getting guests into the Game 52 spirit — their supplies are just like that.

► Fill-in artists shouldn't fret too much. The majority of those products only have aphrodisiacs in minuscule amounts. When applied carefully they typically cause minor arousal or sensitivity. Artists that spray and paint with reckless abandon, however, may find a new problem on their hands!

GRAB A GIG

FIND YOUR BIG BREAK

GETTING TO SET

► The Golden Peacock is buzzing with excitement for two big blockbusters that are currently in production: LORD OF THE WINGS and STAR WARBLERS. Both of these films come from movie franchises that are adored resort-wide for their iconic blend of story, romance, porn, and action.

► Directors will be filming dozens of scenes with different actors in lead and supporting roles. Actors are given creative freedom on how to approach their roles, with barebones scripts that offer a general idea of where the scene should go and some spicy lines here and there. One actor’s take on a role may be different than another’s.

For example, three different actors portraying the Dragon Lord in Lord of the Wings may take their portrayals three different ways. A lonely Dragon Lord, a villainous Dragon Lord, and a misunderstood Dragon Lord are all fair game. Supporting characters such as the elves and faeries the warriors meet during their travels are completely free game within the bounds of “elf” and “fairy” in classic movie tropes.

► Two new floors have appeared in the ever-changing Peacock, each dedicated to one of the films, due to their massive and comprehensive sets. Guests will discover two new buttons on every elevator’s operating panel. Actors and fans are invited to enjoy these sets even when the camera isn’t rolling — this blend of high-tech VR and real world elements comes at a very high budget, so guests are encouraged get their fill while they’re available!

INDIE HITS

► In addition to the two massive blockbusters, several spin-off series and porn shorts currently casting and underway. The directors of these major motion pictures have kindly permitted the filming of smaller projects using these unique movie sets when they aren’t already in use. Smalltime directors and film enthusiasts are eagerly pitching their porn scripts in hopes that they’ll get made!

► Several smaller sets can be found around the Peacock for these homegrown productions. While some scripts utilize locations that can already be found in the Peacock, other long-standing guests have pooled their money together to establish a handful of sets not already available in the resort. These sets are open for use at any time.

► Unlike the large production crews of Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers, these smaller porn projects do not have a big budget for staff. Some projects utilize AI and drones to film, so actors that are shy about getting down and dirty around a physical cameraman need not worry! Both the producers and the Golden Peacock staff want their stars to be as comfortable as possible to fully enjoy the experience.

SPIN THE WHEEL

► It wouldn’t be the Golden Peacock if there weren’t some kind of game-like twist! While actors are encouraged to go out for any roles or films they find interesting, those looking to win large and extra-large chip payments can spin the fetish wheel to up the ante. Actors that spin the fetish wheel must incorporate what the ticker lands on into their next role.

► Can’t manage to work it into your scene? Those that fail their fetish task will find a huge chip deduction from their bank account and a punishment waiting for them. Any actors that fail the game must dress up in sexy costumes and go around the Golden Peacock handing out fliers for the premiere of Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers, with strict instructions to dance sexily for anyone that accepts a flier. Hey, the directors have spent tons of money on these movies, they’ll take free advertising however they can get it.

► SPIN THE WHEEL HERE!

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. 】

A FANTASTICAL SET

► Guests taking the elevator to the new floor labeled 'LORD OF THE WINGS SET' will are greeted with a cool, damp breeze as soon as the doors open. Unlike any other area of the resort, this set evokes a very real sensation of stepping out onto the earth to embrace snowcapped mountains, lush forests, and wide-open sky. The size of this set is massive with different climates depending upon where filming is happening. Towns, villages, and tribes can also be found.

► The set is teeming with background actors that have been instructed to stay in character at all times. Actors may encounter both friend and foe while exploring the set, regardless of whether or not the cameras are rolling. Lord of the Wings features a wide range of character types ranging from humans and elves to monsters and beasts.

► Key locations in The Lord of the Wings are: human villages; siren's cove; fairy's forest; Beastmen wilds; Elven mountains; and the dragon's crystal lair. But these are not the only locations in the set! Actors will find a fantastical range of areas to explore and enjoy.

MAGICAL DANGERS

When it comes to movie magic, the Golden Peacock is more magic than movie! While sets are generally safe and violence is simulated, there are elements of the film that can affect actors for real. If guests aren't careful, they may really find themselves in a sticky situation and need a clever Hollywood way to get out of it. Or maybe they'll need to live out a classic trope for real.

► LIEBERRIES: Found in the Elven mountains. Delicious but cursed: you can only lie for 20 minutes after consumption. Beware misunderstandings!

► SNUGGLEBLOSSOMS: Found in the Fairy forest. These charming blossoms produce an immense amount of pollen. Breathing in snuggleblossom pollen is lethal. The only cure is to fuck within two hours of inhaling.

► THERAPANGO: Found in the Siren's cove. Anyone eating it will spill their emotional baggage to the nearest object (tree, statue, enemy soldier). It's cathartic, if not dignified.

► RAINBOW CRYSTALS: Found in the dragon's crystal lair. Contact with a rainbow crystal will increase endurance but delay/deny orgasms. No wonder the dragon was so hard up!

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. 】

A TASTE OF OUTER SPACE

► Guests taking the elevator to the new floor labeled 'STAR WARBLERS' will greeted with the ethereal hue of stars and planets outside of crystal-clear windows. While the set of Star Warblers is smaller than Lord of the Wings, it's far more detailed, completely imitating a starship traveling through the vastness of space. All of the elements of the spaceship are dripping in high-tech science fiction.

► The set includes background actors that have been instructed to stay in character at all times. Actors may encounter both friend and foe while exploring the set, regardless of whether or not the cameras are rolling. The background actors of Star Warblers are primarily Warbler Troops wearing helmets, highly ranked Warblers in sharp military uniforms, and white-coat clad scientists.

► Key locations in Star Warblers are: the prison hold, the ship's bridge, the command deck, and the ship's research laboratory. But these are not the only locations in the set! Actors will find a range of futuristic areas to explore on the ship.

ALIEN THREATS

Why keep the science fiction fictional when the Peacock can provide the real thing? While sets are generally safe and violence is simulated, there are elements of the film that can affect actors for real. If guests aren't careful, they may really find themselves in a sticky situation and need a clever Hollywood way to get out of it. Or maybe they'll need to live out a classic trope for real.

► 'TORTURE' BOTS: Found in the prison hold. Robots programmed to 'torture' prisoners into revealing information. These bots are equipped with dildos, vibrators, pussy pocket hands, lube jets, feather ticklers, etc. These bots can be controlled by the wardens for more intimate 'torture' sessions.

► SPACE RATS: Found in various locations. Small, neon rats that run around the hallways and in cargo areas of the ship. If bitten by a space rat, their bite will continue to swell until the bitten person has sex.

► GREEN GOOP: Found in the research labs. In syringes and in massive bubbling pods. When not watched, the goop will move on its own and try to absorb anyone around into it.

► GEMSTONE EGG: Found in the research lab. The gemstone egg that the scientists are evaluating, important for the future of the Warbler race. Any physical contact with the gemstone egg will inspire the sudden urge to mate and breed.

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. 】

BOX OFFICE BOOM

► "And many, many, many more!" is no exaggeration. Smalltime directors and long-standing guests are producing dozens of pornos and these pornos are in need of actors. The above is not the extent of possibility. Players are encouraged to make up any kind of porno scene they want! Characters may take advantage of open sets to make videos or take photoshoots for their personal use, general public release not required.

► These pornos typically lack story and focus more on fetish and kink. The plots are loose, the lines are ad-libbed, and if there are any crew around it's one guy in a hoodie eating a donut. However, the cameras available for rent are just as high quality as the ones used on Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers. If that's not your style, all Watches have the capability to connect via bluetooth to film through standing cameras.

► Actors that participate in filming will receive a large payout per role. The more jobs you take, the more money you'll make! Alternatively, actors that don't fill any roles may find their bank accounts suddenly plunged deep into the red, no matter how rich they may have been before.

EXTRA SETS

Current Peacock locations and all of the Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers sets may be used for pornos. However, the world of kink is vast and variety is the spice of life. Several smaller open sets not usually available have appeared around the resort for actor use.

► CASTLE(S): Sets featuring the aesthetics of historical castles. Numerous versions are available, each influenced by a different culture (eg, English; French; Italian, Spanish; Russian; Chinese; Japanese; Korean; etc).

► CHURCH: A church stylized after Catholic/Christian aesthetics. Includes a confessional, pews, altar, and worship room.

► MANSION: A luxurious mansion designed to evoke high-class old money. Includes a servants' quarters for clandestine cross-class affairs.

► BEACH: An enclosed set with powdery sand and an artificial ocean. Includes grottos, a lifeguard station, and a large rubber shark.

► OFFICE: A plain work office lacking any particular unique qualities. Includes cubicles, copy machine, manager's office, and conference rooms. Smells like soul-sucking capitalism.

PREMIERE

YOUR BIG DEBUT

WALK THE RED CARPET

► We’re rolling out the red carpet! Lord of the Wings and Star Warblers open the same night. All actors that participated in any film, be it one of the blockbusters or a smaller project, are invited to dress to the nines and blow kisses to their adoring fans while strutting their stuff. Actors will have the chance to take fabulous glam photoshoots and share their thoughts about filming with reporters. Be careful, anything that happens on the red carpet can become tomorrow’s hot new gossip. Some of those pesky hummingbird journalists are so eager for a scandal that they’ll make something happen, sneakily!

► The Golden Peacock has upgraded its formerly dinky little theater into a grand multiplex for the occasion, so actors and audience can enjoy these films in delicious IMAX. The multiplex is lush in red velvet and fabulous “bed” seats — each seat is designed to couple two guests together. You won’t be lonely during the screening since cuddling up with someone else is mandatory to enjoy the movie(s).

► All premiere attendees will be gifted expensive swag bags upon entrance to the theater. Inside each bag guests will find a bottle of champagne, chocolate truffles, gourmet popcorn, trendy sodas, gummy candies … and one random sex toy. No harm in spicing up a special premiere, right?

The note included with the sex toy explains: 【 Get your seat partner off with this toy before the film ends for a special prize! 】 What’s the prize? Those that get their seat-partner off during the film will be given a Golden Globe. This exclusive gold statue comes in two styles: penis with balls or vagina with breasts. Congratulations!

OOC NOTES

INVITES | RESERVES | APPLICATIONS

▶ BLANKET CW: cameras; compulsion; costumes; dubcon; nudes; pornography; roleplaying; recording; sex tropes; stalking; video

▶ All characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Suits will not manifest until characters are accepted into the game.

▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's May event. Since April's event was a bit serious, we're leaning in the opposite direction and going full camp for this meme.

▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Any current characters posting to the TDM should note they are current in their subject header.

▶ The top level directory is for new characters only. We want to make sure new characters are prioritized and receive attention!

▶ If you aren't satisfied with these prompts, please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort!

▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game the thread will not be applicable toward rewards (as that character would not have a card value). The character that does join would still receive a small payout for the encounter. Hopefully it was a fun thread regardless!

▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.

▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.

NAVIGATION • LOG • NETWORK • OOC • MEME

Comments

[redfortune]

Alone is good.

[ That's all she can think to say at first. And then she has to get to her feet and she's one step behind Cellinia, hurrying before they can be called back, before someone says "one more scene-" because at least for right now she wants to get as much time as she can to actually see her. To talk to her. It doesn't feel like all that long, not to her, but she's got the strange sense of being adrift in time. Like she's closed her eyes and opened them and everything changed.

And it has, in a way. Like she's been in a coma or unconscious in a hospital. She doesn't want to think too hard about what the alternative is, though. Not here. So she breathes deep and just follows, watching the tail and those ears. As they reach the elevator bank, she reaches out to slap the button, glancing over her shoulder as if she's afraid she might see some production assistant coming after them with intent. ]

...sorry I was gone. [ It's a low murmur, as if they might still be overheard. ]

Didn't mean for that to happen. [ The elevator 'dings' and she steps into it without a second thought, hoping to shut them both off from the rest of the world. ]

[swordpour]

(alone is better, or what's what she thinks. no cameras, no nothing. they didn't seem to notice the pair leaving, not even that cellinia was calmer than earlier. her tail at ease and ears not conveying anything more than her distress having had faded to nothing. she didn't think too much, not about the stories she heard about people becoming statues and returning. about how they could also come back not the way that they knew them. that it'd be someone else entirely, but with the face of someone that everyone had knew before as their old friend.

or more than that, the elevator seems small. this time. small enough that they have space, but not enough for them to be far apart. she's heard about them changing at random and even has once experienced the ghosts within it over halloween. but it's a mystery on what could happen if those damnable things decide to play with them for something so simple as an escape that she welcomes. she can only hope that they aren't dragged back any time soon for another scene. it already looks like they're safe from someone catching them leaving when her pierced ear flicks at the low murmured apology.

the apology she catches before the doors shut, enclosing them in a bubble away from the world where it's only them for now. until they reach their destination, anyway. what she does is, she glances at the other woman. a thoughtful pause when she presses the button to bring them back to their trailer for better privacy.)

....you didn't expect it, I didn't. (she didn't have anything to apologize for, over something both sides hadn't thought would happen.) The only thing that matters is you're fine, even if we hate this place.

(it only goes to show that the house can be keen on dragging people back when it pleases, no matter how they feel or what they're doing. which causes cellinia to hope that if this happens again, that she never comes across her statue for their sake. she might not be okay after that, who knows. what she does know is....they're alone, but she doesn't push for anything in this elevator out of respect. courtesy, even if their kiss earlier suggested that they both were left wanting.)

[redfortune]

[ Small. Enclosed. But private. That's fine with her as Red steps inside and waits and then the doors shut and they're finally away from prying eyes. She can't help but let some of the tension bleed away. Even if she's still dressed in the ridiculous outfit; barely covered in a way that matters by the fluttering cape and the ridiculous "armor" bikini sort of thing. She closes her eyes, takes another breath, and then opens them again to look at Cellinia. ]

Yeah. I guess that's true.

[ She frowns. ]

...are you OK?

[ That's always the question, isn't it? But are any of them, ever, when they're stick here? She reaches a hand out, pauses, as if she's not sure she's allowed. ]

I can't say I missed you since I didn't even realize I was missing anything. But... it's still good to see you.

[swordpour]

(is she okay? that's the mystery. cellinia herself can't say a word on that, not even about how she hasn't felt right. now included, where they both are stuck in disastrous costumes that the wolf would rather not be wearing. even if she did make the leotard and shorts look appealing. the cloak too, despite it not covering much. not even her arm scar from months ago while the wolf glances over at red. seeing her reach out to touch her, but pausing from it as if wondering whether it was fine or not. that causes cellinia to think to herself about how unsurprising that this must be. she's always struggled with allowing others to freely touch her, perhaps with telling them that they can.

what did it matter, haven't they seen each other nude? didn't they behave like a pair of wild animals in that stupid dome? she wants to say something, but she pauses until finally she comes nearer. moving over enough for their fingers to brush together, their arms to near touch, while cellinia half ignores the effect of the makeup from earlier that they put on her.)

I should be. (she will be. she's not the best at these things, not at expressing her true thoughts and feelings. it'd be more of a surprise if cellinia could, but she doesn't say a word about it. not about what she couldn't remember from when she went down into maintenance. about how she at the time left a note and quietly departed with the intention of avoiding being dragged back for something as stupid as going alone.) It's....good to see you again.

(amber eyes look up at her face, the elevator is taking its time to bring them to their destination like something decided to work in their favor. for once. it's doubtful that this will happen to them often, knowing how the house tends to pick the worst times to kick up a storm or cause some manner of disturbances for those that found themselves trapped within the hellhole.) ....should we get out of these when we get inside the trailer? (is it a proposition, an offer to let red undress her? that's also hard to say, since she's not the least bit good at dirty talk and such things.)

It's a bit too tight on me.

(the leotard is, she means. it does little for the imagination in how much it sticks to her and brings out toned muscle and curves.)

[redfortune]

[ There's baggage and history there, but... even so, Red's not one to dwell on it. Well, she is, honestly. But not right now, not here. She lets their fingers brush with that bit of permission and steps in a little to be closer. To be in the space. Even in the close confines of the elevator, she feels like she wants to be closer. It's a strange feeling, a little heated, almost needy. She's not sure if she should embrace it or not - and does anyway. ]

Yeah, same here. It's... it didn't feel like any time at all for me, but...

[ It's a feeling of almost being left behind. She needs to reassure herself that she's back. That she's grounded again. That the world won't slip away suddenly in the night all over again. She peers back at her, trying to work through her thoughts. Her eyes trace over that outfit - it's definitely tight. It shows off so much while also concealing everything. It leaves the viewer to imagine things and maybe that's why she feels her cheeks heat a little. ]

...we probably should. It'd be nice to get back into something normal. Get more comfortable.

[ Her hand lifts, settles. Fingers gently touching a shoulder. ]

Better for you - and for me. I feel like if I move the wrong way I'm going to flash everyone around me.

[ It's half a joke. ]

We can help one another. [ Her tongue feels too think. Is she flirting? Just talking? Propositioning in return? Hard for her to really say. She thinks she knows, but she's not sure she wants to say it out loud. Not into the stifling closeness of the elevator. The little room hums. The numbers tick down. ]

[swordpour]

(it would be easier if the elevator hadn't arrived small like this. it stirs thoughts, something that can be considered dangerous. tension is one thing, but they're alone. in these costumes that they both find that they dislike heavily, away from prying eyes and ears who might wonder what they were up to had it been somewhere else. just what is it that they're dealing with when the elevator seems to ticking down slowly like it's giving its own hint on what they should be doing. tension isn't something she's a stranger to, but it isn't necessarily helping that she finds herself staring out of the corner of her eye.

it would be nice to get changed, would be nicer if they intend to make use of the privacy they're getting to do as they please. some might say that it's better use of it among the long term guests, about the idea that they have their own "fun" while pushing that narrative that they both despise. about it needing to be sex and hedonism. but they're not above it in some ways, which she hates to admit to herself when she catches the way red blushes.)

We'll have to check around.

(cellinia is close, the tension is killing her in a sense. that brush of bare fingers against her shoulder, too. they're alone. she reminds herself, they're alone. they don't have to hold back if they choose to give in to this tension while they're trying to pretend that the elevator going by slowly isn't a torture in itself. isn't this how some of those cheesy movie plots goes? the couple is in the elevator then they can't take it any longer? all while finding themselves undressed partially in some corner of it and in their own bubble.

which isn't helping her thoughts, her spade mark unsurprisingly is burning in its own brand of mock encouragement. or that's how she perceived it, the mockery it's given her had felt like a twisted variation of it enough. but she keeps staring, she keeps thinking while looking over the bikini armor that they had given red. cellinia might have even called it attractive on her in an unfortunate way. for both of them.)

Hate to say it, but you actually do pull it off. Not so much the flashing part.

(she rather not imagine that, even if it's also not helping to stifle the tension in the air. who will make the first move? who might even reach out with less than innocent intentions? they're already teetering, cellinia even knows that. it's risky because who's to say that outside the elevator could be empty? or maybe she might not care as much as she tells herself about it. about if people could see them after that, fixing costume and armor while playing pretend they didn't just make the most of some part of their time.)

[redfortune]

There's gotta be something.

[ Red responds, although in a way she's just saying what she thinks should fit into the conversation. There's not a lot of conviction behind it, because she too feels the tension, the closed in space. There's a touch of yearning in her; wanting touch and closeness and to find comfort in someone she trusts, even if the hotel gets a little bit of what it wants in the process. She can blame her suit (partially) for that, but there's also just her own little sense of neediness. The attraction and muddled feelings that they've been holding for one another for a while now. Sharpened by having been gone and now snapped back into this reality.

It's such a weird mix that she doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Red laughs. ]

Well, I'll take that, coming from you.

[ A pause, another moment where the silence thickens. Red's eyes trace Cellinia's features and then she sways, leans in slightly, pauses as if she's second-guessing, and then finishes closing the distance with a little exhale that sounds too loud in the elevator. ]

Hey. [ It's all the warning she gives and then she kisses Cellinia. Slow, a little hungry. She missed her and she missed this, whatever "this" really is between them. ]

[swordpour]

(wouldn't it be so easy if things could be blamed on something out of their control? that everything fell on an outside force for many things that went wrong or right in their lives. she notices, the way they both hardly seem focused on small talk and playing ignorant. attraction is one thing, more than that is another. the resort might take joy in it over what will and what might not happen, but they're people with their own needs. wants and desires aren't something that should be dictated by a horrific game that neither side enjoys. detaching oneself from feeling something during sex can only get one so far, but that's the beautiful thing about attraction.

emotions start to come out, you do have to be attracted to even get anywhere in this place from what texas knows. having sex without said attraction doesn't satisfy their suit marks. which also feeds into the idea that separating one's heart from reality doesn't work the way some might wish. they're all subjected to human needs and whims.

which is why she takes the laughter in stride, of course she would. she wasn't saying it to make empty remarks, she had her reasons for it as cellinia glances back at red. for the moment, that burn of her suit mark stops being something she notices. what she notices as the silence thickens and the tension seems to worsen is her slight lean in the wolf's direction.

she doesn't know what she's thinking, the warning had caught her off guard almost from her futile attempts at ignoring her own thoughts. what it gets them is the tension easing away, if only for now. the slow kiss is met with her own, some might call them pathetic for getting this way in a resort where sexual desires and hedonistic pleasure is to dictate how they leave, others might not even be surprised that somehow they'd behave differently.

it's only their own needs, because....she missed her too, is what cellinia knows. has realized, that she missed her among these confusing feelings she's had for months now.)

[redfortune]

[ Red doesn't quite know what she feels; she just knows that she feels it. That she likes Cellinia, that she wants to see more of her. That she wants to speak to her, to have her in her life, even if she feels the same for Luce. But Luce isn't here. Luce is a world away and right now Cellinia is very much present. Someone she's shared an experience with, someone she favors, beyond any influence of the hotel. Beyond any thoughts of trying to sate this place's appetite for their intimacy. She wants this for herself. Is it selfish of her to want that? Maybe it is. Maybe she should be trying to hold back. Trying to avoid getting too entangled.

She wants to be close, though.

So she kisses Cellinia and curls closer, an arm around her middle, letting her lips speak for her as she kisses her deeply, not wanting to pull away. Not wanting this moment to end, even if it's a stolen kiss in a cramped elevator, both of them wearing ridiculous costumes. This is hers, just for right now. Something she can claim ownership of, no matter what the hotel wants or tries to get her to do. It lingers and lingers and then it breaks for a sharp intake of breath. ]

...I don't want you to go anywhere. [ She admits that, low and rushed. ]

I don't know what we - what this is, but- [ She wants to kiss her again, but the words are there and she needs to speak them. ]

-but I want it.

[swordpour]

(she's got her own complicated feelings, emotions. a lot of it isn't easy to parse through. when she was younger, she considered something like this to be puppy love. something meant to be seen as an idle fancy. however, it wasn't something so easily ignored or forgotten despite the way that she tried to play ignorant. she's ignored it. lappland wasn't there any longer, things had already gotten more complicated after cellinia began to get herself more involved with irene. but that's a given, getting stuck by cupid didn't help. the rest....the rest also hadn't. it's a struggle to restrain herself from wanting too much while also not being sure what she's feeling. if it's real, if it isn't real. if it isn't real, then it felt too real even now where she finds herself in a dilemma of her own about everything.

wouldn't it be easy if she didn't have these feelings, if she could carry on the way that some might have about the resort with their navigation of it? some people didn't let themselves get attached, because to them that defeated the point of escaping if there was a chance at it. but not allowing that would also wear down any poor bastard who hadn't seen home in ages.

so perhaps she thinks briefly, they might be pathetic in their eyes. stealing away moments like this, lingering gazes and kisses in an elevator of all places while wearing horrible costumes. she's against the railing and wall in what space they have, her arms find themselves around irene's neck. cellinia does think about it, about how her heart leaps to her throat. uncertain, not knowing. she doesn't know what to label this personally.

she doesn't know if she even should label it yet the message itself was clear to her by then in what mutual desire is shared. if she doesn't say now, she'd regret it. that burn of her suit mark was telling her as much, the mockery as usual making her wish it would stop providing its own input.)

....we don't have to label it.

(not yet, she isn't running away from that. she's only being truthful, labeling it too early would make it worse. too late would only make it impossible to say what it was that they truly felt. finding the place in the middle for it is....tricky. what could she say? if she's truthful, who knows what could happen. the burn of her spade mark, her racing mind, the brief hesitation, and then she decides to hell with holding back.)

Stay. (breathy, simple, but honest.)

[redfortune]

Yeah.

[ Red agrees, although it's not quite clear which statement she's agreeing with. They don't have to label it. She should stay. Maybe one or the other. Maybe both. Whatever the kiss, it's a low little breathless word. An agreement that hangs between them as she tries to gather her thoughts. It's difficult when she feels on edge; electric and tense in the best possible way, drawn toward Cellinia like no one else she's ever known (save perhaps one and she isn't here). It's strange and maybe weird and difficult to describe, but she wants it.

Wants this.

Wants her.

So she frames her with her arms against the rail and the wall, trying to forget the stupid costumes and everything else. Rather than speak again, there's another kiss, building and intimate and hungry. She presses closer, her heart racing in her chest, the warmth of their bodies mingling. She wants more. She's greedy and for a moment there's a vague sense of guilt, but they both want this - whatever "this" is - and so she tries to forget that. She succeeds fairly well, honestly.

Nails drag down the side of the leotard and she finds her hip and nudges closer, fitting them together, as if she make them both fit perfectly. As if they're pieces of a larger whole and her heart feels as if it's going to burst.

The kiss breaks again. ]

We should... find that trailer. [ She mumbles. This elevator is taking a while. ]

[swordpour]

(she doesn't ask what she means, cellinia wants to think she knows. that maybe it's both. maybe that they both wanted it that way, it's such a simple word with a simple meaning. stay. stay with her, don't go, they don't have to label something like this so soon. that everything might be okay. she wants it to be, she hopes it might be. they could catch a break eventually, or that's what cellinia tells herself often while faced with some manner of problems in the resort. they didn't have to rush the labels, but it's obvious they feel something more.

attraction, desire, and want.

there's a lust, but that wasn't the focus. what was the focus was the intimacy, her arms are around irene's neck and her body is pulled closer. they fit a little too perfect now, between the mingling heat and their bodies. the mingling of their scents, too. she doesn't say anything else, she doesn't think she needs to. it's a kiss, another kiss. she must sound so needy in how she sighs from relief into it. her fingertips trail along her back, along irene's spine. the ridiculous costumes are an afterthought for her in how cellinia ignores them.

she wants her too, she doesn't know if she can ever put it to words.

all that she knows is that she feels her own heart pounding out of her chest from their closeness while the elevator ticks on by. the kiss breaks, she glances in a daze at the counter with her legs settling around irene's hips in how they wrap themselves around her.)

....we should. (the elevator dings as the door begin to open, the trailer in question shouldn't be hard to find. not with how their names stick out. cellinia texas and irene red, though cellinia notes to herself that her last name must sound funny to anyone else in comparison.

but enough about that, she has something else on her mind. they needed to get out of there, they needed to. she wanted to. the wolf can't deny that while clinging to her as best she may like this in what space they have. better a bed than an elevator, even if cellinia can't also deny that she would have used what privacy they got for such acts.

another thing for another time, if they couldn't help themselves.)

[redfortune]

[ A part of Red almost wants to stay in the stupid elevator, in the closed in space, and just press close - but the ding and the hum of the doors finally shakes her out of it a little and she tugs away for a brief moment, her hand finding Cellinia's. This isn't because of the hotel; this isn't for the hotel, even if it might be a bit of what they want. She's doing this for herself. Or at least she tells herself that. She squeezes her hand and then leads the way out of the elevator.

The trailer is right there. Not far away at all. She's up the steps in a moment and tugging the door open and inside a moment later. The stupid cape goes by the wayside and then - well. There's not much left to take off, is there. She stumbles to the bed and sprawls out, turning back to her. She's almost shy for a moment. ]

Hey. Join me?

[swordpour]

(she almost wants to suggest closing the elevator door, just pressing a button for it to take a long ride somewhere else. perhaps it's better that she didn't when she unravels herself from irene, they part for now and her hand is in the other woman's grasp. not awkwardly held, just held with a bit of shyness of her own. cellinia isn't used to this, she could admit that to herself. not the idea of tender affections and intimacy. surviving back then, getting as close as telling someone from her childhood that she didn't want her to keep going in what was a life comprised of dying fast if the wrong step was taken.

that's only how it went. it was only business, they called it. she says nothing on it while following into her into the trailer, the door closes and locks behind them before cellinia squeezes irene's hand back in turn. while she discards that obnoxious cape and extends her invitation, cellinia pauses, then tosses aside that cloak and those medieval micro shorts they forced on her. only that leotard remains when she climbs in bed beside her, a crawl forward then laying together with her. as much as it plays into what the resort is after, they're allowed this. to be selfish. this is theirs, this doesn't belong to a parasitic being that would sooner drain the lives of those involved.

by turning them into husks, shells of who they once were with the sickening prospect of them falling into hedonistic pleasures that the wolf despises. but she doesn't say that, she doesn't want to. she doesn't dare to think about it when cellinia glances at the other woman. she's searching, searching for what she wants to say. but maybe it's better if she didn't know what she wants to say, or really if she wanted to speak out anything more than taking this moment for what is. what it should be.)

....hi. (it almost sounds playful when she moves to straddle the other woman, leaving those pink dusted lips from the makeup that had been forced upon her. the aphrodisiacs in that had been something she ignored, she still is. though that changes little in how easy it might be to turn her on when they're alone together, at the right time and place. this was better. the better choice.

the better decision, too. it must be a sight, black and red hair curtaining around them. a pair of wolfish and amber eyes, almost seeming softer than they usually were. finding anything gentle like this in the resort would be tricky, but this might count as close enough for that.)

[redfortune]

[ Red doesn't want to think of herself ending up like some of the longer term residents - vapid creatures, concerned only with the next immediate pleasure. But she's still human. She still feels - and she feels something for Cellinia, even if she can't put a finger on what to call it. Love, perhaps. Attraction, certainly. She wants to be close to her, to bask in her presence, to touch, to be touched - and it doesn't have to be just a simple flash of hedonistic expression. It can be something else. But those thoughts can wait, too. ]

Hi.

[ She echoes with a low laugh, her hands settling against her waist as she steadies Cellinia on top of her. She peers up at her, cheeks flushed red, her eyes dancing bright as she drinks her in. She doesn't need aphrodisiacs or encouragement here. Not now. This is her and her own thoughts and she's determined to keep it that way. She leans up to try and steal a kiss - something soft and intimate, slow and easy. She wants to just be with her. To listen to the beat of her heart and talk about nothing, to be tangled up and to not need to try and chase a high.

They can just be, can't they?

So she lets the kiss linger and a hand slides up her back to tug her down, folding her close so their heartbeats can mingle. ]

[swordpour]

(it was a bit silly to say that, but the thought was more it's something relaxed. love is a maybe about the way they felt, about how cellinia feels. she knows she's attracted, she knows there's something special. something. comfortable, sex is always going to be a part of the things that the house pushes about. however....nothing says that they had to do things the way the house wants. intimacy is intimacy, while some may judge for them refraining from simply detaching and using others like pieces of meat that isn't cellinia. eventually someone can get attached, perhaps that time in the dome had only kickstarted the inevitable after she had been shot by cupid.

selfishness is only a part of it, her hand rests against irene's chest when she comes up. the kiss is given easily, a soft sigh slips out from her lips as if in relief again from something as simple as a kiss. they didn't need to make this more complicated. nothing more than a desire for the little things, maybe she wants to wake up in bed with her for now on. maybe she even wants to do something as simple as kiss her awake while shaking off being tired and groggy during the mornings, maybe even something as simple as touching her awake with a hand slipping downwards if permitted to do such a thing during more amorous mornings. she'd even have allowed the same.

something close to domesticity, even if it wouldn't truly be the same between the suit marks and their surroundings. she doesn't move away, she doesn't even seem to mind it when cellinia gets pulled down against irene. their heartbeats mingle, it puts her more at ease. the longer they kiss, the more it feels realer.

she's back, here.

this isn't anything close to a home, but it's easier to say that home is in another person. that it feels empty without her presence in a way that caused her to think throughout the month without seeing irene. she couldn't help it. a part of her was more relieved she didn't find her statue during that unfortunate passage of time. that everything hadn't been worse from cellinia seeing that sight. if only because the wolf knew not what she might do. she might have even been feeling far worse during their reunion, the emotions might have caused her to desire to break character.

but who can blame her? she doesn't get feelings like these unless it's someone special.)

[redfortune]

[ It isn't home. It isn't even close. But it's intimacy that Red savors. That she wants more of. Cellinia's presence is very real, very present, and she nuzzles into her with a warm exhale, holding on to her, just wanting her close. There's desire there of course, but it's more than that. She folds her against herself and just... basks in her presence. For now it's a slow, easy embrace, soft kisses and gently wandering hands, as if she can soak her in for an eternity. This is something real. This is something she can savor.

There's a flicker of guilt at the back of her mind about home, about Luce, about what she can't have. There's nothing to be done, though. Right?

The kiss finally breaks and she noses against Cellinia with another warm exhale. ]

...can we just stay like this for a little bit?

[ She knows she's virtually naked, that her hormones are kicking into overdrive already - but just cuddling might be enough. At least for a little while. ]

Please?

[swordpour]

(her hands wander, the idle debate is there on if she should take this stupid and thin leotard off. it doesn't help the feeling of heat between them, the flare of hormones. a near press of their bodies together to drive her up the wall while cellinia relaxes. she's thinking about it, when they part from the kiss again. a nudge of their noses together, forehead to forehead while she lays against irene. does she mind it? no, she doesn't mind it. not in how she nuzzles against her to get a little more comfortable while they're laying together in this bed. it's comfortable. it's comfortable in how her tail rests beside them, how cellinia even allows that chance.

a bit of calmness before they fall into something of a pattern, of touch and intimacy. she hasn't asked about luce, nor did she know about her. all that the wolf does know is that she likes her, she likes this warmth and how it's soothing. anything more (like removing the bikini armor and her leotard) can wait a little bit longer. that's even why the wolf seems content with this until their hormones worsen.)

....yeah, we can.

(if she wants to touch her more, irene could at her own pace. it's going to be evident that she's burning up for this woman regardless. not just in how her heart is pounding against her chest, but from how she seems right at home burying into the warmth that's been offered to her. this is fine. fine in how the wolf shifts a little more to look at her properly, her hair falls around them again like this when she slowly reaches to cup one of her cheeks.

tentative, like she was almost afraid she might disappear on her again. she can't be blamed for that being a bit frightening, can she? once was enough to give her a heart attack in how relieving it had been to see her return. something that cellinia would keep to herself, though it's also obvious that her want for irene to stay was her speaking honestly.

she didn't want her to go, not again if it can be helped. she didn't want to lose her.)

[redfortune]

Thanks.

[ It's a little murmur, punctuated by a short laugh. She probably didn't need to ask that but she wanted to ehar the answer. It makes her smile - it makes her heart jump and leap and fills her with a sense of elation, even as she leans into the touch against her cheek. She savors it, eyes searching Cellinia's expression. She didn't "miss" her - she didn't realize she was gone, after all - but she's still glad to see her. Still happy that after that strange gap of time and memory that she's still here.

Whatever else happens, she'll have this, for as long as it lasts. She intends to hold onto it. To grip it as tight as she dares. Her hand trails idly down her back, fingers splaying against the base of her spine, nestling her a little closer. She's had sex since she arrived, of course. This is the first time she thinks she's felt a deeper sense of intimacy beyond the physical. No matter what else they do, even if they never get the rest of these stupid costumes off, she's sure this will be the most intimate she's been. It's that kind of sensation. That sort of feeling.

After a long pause she presses another little kiss to her lips and suppresses a laugh. Then another kiss and the hand wanders a little, cupping the curve of her rump to nestle them closer. Nothing too obscene. Yet. ]

[swordpour]

(she didn't need to thank her, is something cellinia thinks for the moment. she didn't have to. a part of her felt this to only be natural where they should grant one another such things. not everything needs them to rush. that hand she has on irene's cheek is slow in how it strokes the skin, while she looks down at her with relief. her other hand rests along the other woman's shoulder as if debating on at least getting the bikini top off her. she likely could, eventually.

the same way that she wouldn't have disagreed with irene taking that leotard off her, the thin fabric causes her to feel everything just about. though it's not as good as being bare and skin to skin. her hands are slow, slow about their idle movements. one trails along what skin that irene has exposed, the other maintains its tender strokes when she gets nestled in closer. their bodies are pressed tight together almost while the wolf quietly thinks to herself that she's more relieved that they're taking a slower approach.

she isn't the best at slow, tender, and gentle. that's what she often had told others, mind you. that she struggles with that more in comparison to heated moments of impatient desires and greedy needs. but that's what makes this so different, that she tries. she tries to be slower, she takes the intimacy as a gift that they both deserve for what struggles they may often deal with. have dealt with, even, while not members of this cursed resort. but she's at ease, at ease when they kiss again. at ease when she feels irene's hand along her rear. unsurprisingly, she has a nice rear to her to go with that body of hers.

a good body, real nice. never mind the scars, those were only parts of her both literal and figurative that would never fade. but that's not being offered yet, not in how she's pressed down nice and tight against irene with that nudge. maybe not even in how she kisses her again, her own hands reaching slowly for the clasp of that bikini top. they wait, almost like she's asking for permission silently in how she looks at the other woman. to cellinia, she can set the pace and everything.

it didn't matter who leads, all that mattered was it's only them.)

[redfortune]

[ Well, Red has scars of her own, gained in her own war. She can't complain about others. Especially not now, not when she can feel the brush of hands, not when she's so absorbed by Cellinia's gaze, her lips, the touch of her body. Her breath hitches and as their eyes meet she gives a slightly little nod and slides her own hand over to help with the clasp. Not like there's much holding it on anyway. The thin cloth falls away, her breasts bare now, the scrap of cloth gone.

Red isn't exactly shy in the moment, but she's a little bashful. No reason to be, but even so the feeling is there. She half sits up, cradling Cellinia in her lap with a low laugh. ]

Hope you appreciate me.

[ Her fingers pluck idly at the leotard, searching for the zipper, if there is one. Seems fair they get on equal footing, right? ]

[swordpour]

(appreciate her, she near says something corny in response. she wants to. it isn't just appreciation, but more than that. the scrap of cloth falls to the floor and irene sits half nude, cellinia is the one that's "mostly" dressed. though that's in something that is hardly considered clothing. the thin fabric on the front of it can feel the heat pooling between them in a slow simmer. this isn't anything hateful, not even violent, angry, or rough like they've both once upon a time experienced in their own ways. it's the perfect mix of complication in how it's so different. the resort can compel people, but that didn't mean that they had to follow the hedonistic urgings.

what this is instead, if it has to be labeled, is something far more intimate. while irene's hands moving along the exposed skin from the back of this leotard to find a zipper, cellinia eventually pulls back enough to help instead. the straps of it taken from her shoulders, then pulled downward after getting the thin fabric over her head. it's slow, the descent of it, the exposing of her bare breasts as the leotard pools around her stomach.

maybe she feels shy, too, in how cellinia can't help but be flushed slightly and look away. this isn't different, hadn't she shown this woman cradling her this body of hers more than enough by now? she has, she knows she has. so why does it feel different, unlike what she had thought to herself?)

....I'll always appreciate you.

(more than she'd ever know, more than she could ever say. how hopeless, but this is only another step forward into spiraling down into a more figurative death by romance once the realization comes. love has its ways of doing that, when it gets there.)

[redfortune]

[ Red peers up at her with an expression of reverence as the leotard comes off and pools at her waist; the exposure of bare skin and the revealing of her body sends a jolt through her. She's seen her before, of course, but not in a moment like this. Not in a moment where it feels like it's them making a choice and not the hotel pushing them together. She wants to treasure it - savor it - and her face lights up with a smile, her hands cradling her waist and the nsliding up over bare skin, smoothing under her arms and up over her upper back and then returns again. A soft sort of touch, as if she wants to feel every part of her. As if she needs to explore Cellinia's body to properly understand her. ]

Yeah.

[ She replies in a low little murmur and that doesn't seem sufficient. ]

I know. I want to appreciate you just as much. Just as long.

[ There's a well of emotion, her throat suddenly tight. She's swept away by this moment - a moment in time where they're suspended together, locked away from the rest of the hotel, from everyone else. She hopes it's just them, anyway. She leans up, half sitting so she can nose her face into the valley between her breasts with a gentle little kiss. Appreciative, worshiping, wanting, affectionate. ]

[swordpour]

(her body is something not many can say in the past that they got to see, got to touch. not many could say they understand cellinia, she's always been this way. difficult to know, to catch. her bodies receptive to the touch, the slide of her hands along bare skin. against her upper back, even. they're pressed together like this just about, even as cellinia's hands make their way around her irene's neck. one goes to rest against her head. her chin buried into her crown when she kisses along between her breasts, the scent was something cellinia breathes in naturally. memorizes again, while their own mingles together in this trailer. alone, cut off from everything from the rest of this fucked up resort.

she knows it too well, that she wants her. that she appreciates her, that she wants to touch her in a way that wasn't her usual with maintaining distance from most. she wants to kiss along her skin, she wants to leave her marks and reminders of what they've done. mating bites weren't just a thing in that dome for a reason for wolves. she doesn't leave them for just anyone, even as she presses closer to embrace the moment for what it is.

it's only them. it only is, if irene wants to memorize her body then she won't be the one to stop her, she'd do it in kind. she'd watch every twitch, every sigh, what she likes and how she wants it. because that's always been cellinia, she denies it, but that's always been her with her actions irene showing it more.)

....touch me, as much as you want to. I'll do the same to you, as long as you'll have me.

(it came more natural to say it like that, more than it would have during some movie scene. she murmurs it, breathless and meaningful. she doesn't get shy like she did earlier, but she felt again that way. the words, the atmosphere, the shift while things lay forgotten. that burn of her spade mark had long since faded away to nothing while they're alone.

because it didn't matter, what mattered is in front of her.)

[redfortune]

Alright.

[ She murmurs, her voice a murmur, a hum against her skin. There are fingers on her waist, her back, sliding the leotard lower, trying to work it toward her hips. Her mind works at a million miles an hour suddenly and she wants to be close, closer, to Cellinia, until there's no distance at all. She breathes again - gets her scent into her, dizzying and alluring - and then her head tilts and she drags her tongue slowly against the peak of a nipple in a first little taste. An exploration. One she repeats with the other breast and then again and then higher, trailing soft kisses up toward her collarbone and her throat.

She'll take her time with this because she can't imagine doing it any other way. She can't imagine having this opportunity and throwing it away with something clumsy or too fast. No; this is going to be slow, to build. A way for her to appreciate Cellinia. To worship. ]

You're beautiful.

[ The words are sighed out against the flutter of Cellinia's pulse point. A compliment combined with the scrape of teeth. ]