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[ You would never guess Sha-Ming was a newcomer with how well he takes to his new role as one of the many bunny butlers, flashing a smile and flirty look as he takes orders from customers. He's got the bunny ears, although he isn't too keen on adhering to proper uniform code with his tie loosened at the collar and part of his dress shirt deliberately left untucked and unbuttoned at the end just enough to show a flash of bare skin.
He's not the most serious employee out there, but he really can't complain, all things considered. Working a bit job in a casino is not exactly where he expected to end up, but it sure as hell beats being stuck in a cramped cold sleep pod. But surely customers could forgive a little bit of indiscretion here and there, especially if he were to -- let's say for example -- accidentally spill their order over their nice clothes. ]
Oops. So sorry about that!
[ He may not be all that sorry, if the cocky little smirk on his face is indicative of anything. ]
➤ II. snake eyes
[ A casino that lets its guests indulge all their lascivious desires certainly fit the bill for what Sha-Ming thinks of as true heaven. That being said, playing the eager part-timer is far from his ideal fantasy. Which means he's more than eager to ditch the bunny ears and bail from his shift the moment it's complete to explore the place. He'll be hanging near the dice table or roulettes, and should anyone lock eyes with him, he'll seize the chance to call them out for a round. ]
What do ya say to a few rounds? C'mon, promise ya it'll be a good time!
➤ III. date night
[ He really just wanted some grub to eat after a long day of work, but the lounge had other plans and he's found himself set up on a blind date. Well, if that's the price he's gotta pay? Then he's all the more happy to play the role of the eager date. Especially if he gets a free lunch out of it, or more.
He'll answer whatever innocent questions are asked by his date, but he'll start to get a bit bored after a while. The question cards supplied are a bit, let's say, uninspired. Which means he'll capitalize on the opportunity to lead the exchange in a dirty direction if it presents itself. ]
Look, if we're going to do this "20 Questions" shit, then let's spice it up a bit. How about it?
➤ IV. evening soiree
[ Oh. Turns out he hadn't fulfilled the terms of his employment, and he miiiight have made a tiny little oops while running the bar, which lands him in some serious hot water with the staff. Which ensues a quite frankly extremely pathetic display of Sha-Ming dropping to the ground to grovel and beg for forgiveness, which would definitely be witnessed by any onlookers because he's far from quiet about it. Surely the bigger the scene he makes, the more awkward it will be, and the staff would not want to deal with the optics of a pathetic man screaming one placation after another and getting snot over their shoes in front of their esteemed guests. Right?
Well. It does manage to get a nearby high-ranking guest to take pity on him... and take him on as their new pet for the evening soiree. Indeed, the performance he put on was apparently entertaining enough to leave them feeling rather "inspired". Dress Sha-Ming up in fancy high-end clothes? He hasn't earned it yet. No, instead they stick this skimpy little number on him, with matching gold accessories adorning his wrists and ankles, along with the obligatory collar and leash. He doesn't seem that bothered by his outfit. In fact, he still considers this a win for him, though his owner eventually loses interest and pawns him off on someone else. ]
Anything ya need, Master?
[ How into his role depends entirely on who his current "master" is. If they're cute or just manage to catch his eye in some manner, he'll be more than happy to play the role as the obedient pet... perhaps a little TOO into it, even. Anyone else, he probably will not be that enthusiastic, but he'll do just the bare minimum to keep them satisfied. He might still mouth off a bit now and then. ]
wildcard + ooc info [ hello, i'm ame and a newcomer to these parts invited by the lovely sara! feel free to reach out to me via DM or my plurk amelliete for questions/plotting. 18+ characters are preferred for smut scenarios, OTA for gen. Sha-Ming is 21, and available to all genders (m/m, m/f, m/nb, etc.). here are his permissions and kink list for reference. ]
Edited (gonna sneakily edit in the reason why he had to scream, cry, and beg for mercy) 2026-03-16 12:01 (UTC)
[As a leash is pushed into his hands, Xiao Xingchen recalls the voice from earlier that night. He heard the events in great detail, and he can't help but feel pity on the man as well--not that he would even have room to object as the previous owner disappears into the thick of the party once more with other leashed guests in tow. As Xiao Xingchen's "dog" had crossed someone of a higher rank and is currently being punished elsewhere, he had no one before now being entrusted with the one making a bit of a fuss earlier. While waiting for the other man to be free, he can take care of this one.
Xiao Xingchen turns to the leashed man with a warm smile. Being rank 10 leaves him among the least celebrated of the higher ranks, though he hardly minds. Perhaps staying in this place too long means he's become accustomed to these parties and arrangements as well, not even yet thinking to apologize for this whole situation.
It's not like he's going to ask for anything outright objectionable, however. So it's surely fine.]
Ah, why don't you go pick up some hors d'oeuvres for us? I'll leave it to you to choose what looks the best.
[ The emphasis he places on that "master" is one that comes off a bit more biting than reverent. By the time his leash ends up in Xiao Xingchan's possession, the novelty has long since worn off for Sha-Ming, his attention focused less on his "master" and more on how uncomfortable the cool air brushing against his exposed skin feels even indoors.
He'll return a few moments later with what appears to be a charcuterie board, except it looks like Sha-Ming barely put any effort into making it look presentable. The board is filled with thinly sliced prosciutto, some bits of brie and other assorted cheese, a bit of grilled vegetables, and finally a handful of what appear to be fried dough balls. Perhaps there was a fancier name for those, but he doesn't exactly care enough to find out. Either way, his presentation is definitely sloppy to any other onlookers. Not like it'd make a difference to this guy, right...? ]
Here. Enjoy.
[ There's not even a hint of delicacy in his tone or the way he slaps down the board before Xiao Xingchen's table. He's clearly checked out. ]
[Xiao Xingchen’s brow furrows at the clatter. Well, given the events from earlier, he supposed this sort of attitude is to be expected. But of course this whole situation wouldn’t have any ordinary person acting bright and chipper, if they could get away with it.
With a sigh, he reaches for something on the plate with a fork, expression softening again.]
I apologize. I assume you must be new to this place.
[While it’s not like he can easily memorize any face or voice, he hasn’t heard anyone making such a fuss quite like that before.]
[ Sha-Ming just shrugs languidly. He's taking it in stride for what it's worth, but there's still a small part of him that expected Heaven to be a little more peaceful than where he actually ended up. ]
Something like that. ...Tch, guess even Heaven's got its cutthroat side.
[ The last part is more murmured to himself, with a slight hard edge as he looks down frowning at the man taking a bite from the haphazardly chosen appetizers. ]
[Well, Xiao Xingchen has long since learned about all of the different things that people believe, but it feels like not entirely the time to focus on that when they all are dealing with the same situation right now.]
Well, perhaps you were going there. [He tries to not sound reluctant in his reassurance, as strange as it is to think of every mortal going to heaven when they die.] But you've been... intercepted along the way.
[This isn't the first time he's heard of someone experiencing the last moments of their life before waking here.]
[ Yeah, Gen sure saw that display earlier, and despite the fact that he has very literally groveled for money from subordinates before, still has it in him to feel at least some sense of secondhand embarrassment about the entire charade that had him walking away at the time.
He hadn't exactly expected to see the man again, much less have someone of a higher rank than his (in this company) lowly nine insist that since he hadn't come with a pet in the first place, he had to take this one to save himself further shame.
An argument would have ensued if the leash wasn't dropped into his hand, and the former "owner" makes their escape with genuinely admirable speed.
Or it would be admirable in other situations, instead of this one that leaves Gen letting out a heavy, heavy sigh. ]
For you to not call me that.
[ He'll pass the end of the leash to Sha-Ming, making him hold his own lead. ]
[ Luckily (?) shame is not a word that exists in Sha-Ming's vocabulary. There's no limit to how much of his dignity he's willing to discard, especially in a sex casino where it's apparently all about how low you're willing to sink to get what you want.
Therefore, ending up as the pet for a high-ranking guest is only a plus, as it's a chance to suck up to them and hopefully get some kickbacks. Sadly, there is such a thing as laying it on a bit TOO thick, as he unfortunately finds out when his leash ends up in the possession of what appears to be a lower-ranking guest judging by how pushy his former master had been to dump his leash on this dude. The disinterest on Sha-Ming's face couldn't be more apparent. ]
What, you prefer I call you somethin' else?
[ A derisive snort escapes from his nose as he takes the leash end without much complaint. His shoulders are clearly slacked down in boredom, and his exposed skin is starting to prickle slightly from the cool air, but, well. He'll deal for now. ]
[ Pride is certainly not a thing that's rewarded for long, it's true. Not that it ever did much to curb Gen's overabundance of it regardless.
And while Gen doesn't place much stock in the ranking system here, his overabundance of pride can't help but sting a little to see this wheedling man suddenly grow cold from being in the presence of a face card holder to a lowly nine. Perfectly average and middle of the pact, but the lowest of the guests invited to this fancy party by far.
He looks deeply unimpressed himself as he leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh. This guy is going to fit in just fine after all. ]
Narumi, or if you're feeling extra respectful feel free to add "Captain" before that.
[True heaven is right. Douman can't help but feel the same way, new as he is, not yet feeling trapped, but freer. He slips over to Sha-ming and tilts his head a bit.]
Heh, well. Let's see where our luck ends up landin'.
[ He'll reach over to give a spin of the roulette. The spin lasts a good minute before the arrow eventually settles on one: INSTA-PRIZE. Sha-Ming's face lights up with excitement, practically bouncing as his arms cross behind his head. ]
Whooooo, baby! Wouldja look at that? Lady Luck is smiling on some of us today!
[One singular eyebrow arches above his ruby quartz sunglasses at the question. So, that's how it's going to go, huh? Fine, okay. He's not going to puss out at a time like this, especially not in front of a complete stranger. Is he being reckless? A little immature? Yeah but he doesn't care, with a stray thought knowing that it's probably some of his clubs suit influencing his behavior now, that push to meet his companion's eyes across the table and see what this whole thing may lead to. Hell, it might be interesting and he's up for something like that.
He still doesn't know what to fully expect, but he plans to match every step of the way. Hopefully he won't eat his thoughts later.]
Alright, I'm game. What do you have in mind?
[Okay maybe it's just plain ol' reckless teen behavior too.]
muahahaha 👀 (nsfw; cw: sexual harassment didn't even wait a fucking minute)
[ Bad idea. A smirk creases through Sha-Ming's lips as he stops to consider how far he can take his line of questioning. He's quite sick of the vanilla questions by now, as he isn't keen on revealing details about his personal life. And since this stranger is taking the bait, he wastes no time firing off the first thing that pops to mind. ]
Would ya rather get spanked by me here and now, or would ya prefer to do the honors yourself?
[ Is Sha-Ming serious? Maybe, maybe not. It's more of a test to see how his "date" will react to a bit of sexually charged needling, if anything. ]
[Although despite all that projected confidence, there is still something a little embarrassed in his tone-- a hint of vulnerability because he's a teenager in the end, despite all that practice with control. And like many teenagers, it's just Scott trying to look cooler and more unaffected than he actually is.]
--At least that is what I would say if we knew each other. But I'm not just going to do it because you asked. [He's never spanked anyone, honestly.]
[ Scott's first remark at least gets Sha-Ming to raise an eyebrow, visibly surprised he's even taking the bait. ...Of course, he's just going to double down anyway. ]
Aw, not even if I say pretty please? What a shame.
[ Not really. It's taking the line of questioning off him anyway, and the adding in the dirty spin makes it feel more like a guy-to-guy talk this way. He leans back into his seat, crossing his arms. ]
Take it that means you got some people you would rather spank. So, let me rephrase that: you the type to spank them, or let them spank you?
[He's already getting a picture of the kind of person he's talking to. Great. Well, guess this dinner won't be boring...? Not that he needed extra excitement and discussions about spanking to liven up his meal.]
Geez man, you're really into the spanking thing, huh? [He leans his cheek against a propped up hand, just giving the other a raised eyebrow. While that low awkwardness of talking about this is still in him, he's managing it a bit more now.]
But I'm not letting people spank me.
[A slight lie, maybe. If he really thinks about it, he doesn't think he'd hate it at all?? With the right person, someone he trusts, maybe. He can picture a few friends already that he might be okay with and-- he huffs and turns his head.] Well, since this is clearly your kink, what do you prefer?
[ At this person calling out to him Xue Yang gives an amused snort, a grin on his face as he walks over and takes a look at what he's referring to. Most of the games here haven't held Xue Yang's interest over the months, but when his gaze lands on the dice, interest flashes in his eyes. ]
Oh, they dug those out again? Sure.
[ He walks over to the table, pulls out a chair, and sits alongside Sha-Ming with a casual ease. He glances over the dice again, not giving the appearance of studying them closely even though he is indeed reading off the words he can see, since they look different than he remembers. ]
[ Well, don't mind Sha-Ming getting a bit close up in that personal space as he leans over to Xue Yang's level, matching the same casual ease in his manner of speaking. ]
First one's on me. You can have the next round, if ya feel up for it.
[ He'll shuffle the dice in his hand, tossing them onto the table where they land on the numbers 5 and 4: CARESS CHEST. His gaze darts back to Xue Yang. ]
Sure. [ He settles in his chair, letting the lapels of his shirt fall open as the fabric slips along his shoulders a bit. It doesn't expose all the way to his nipples just yet, but his outfit is certainly loose enough that it's easy at this point to reach in and get access. ] Too bad I'm not a woman so that [ indication towards the dice rolls ] won't be as fun.
[ He shrugs at that remark... Xue Yang isn't wrong, this result WOULD be more exciting if Sha-Ming got the chance to fondle a more bustier chest, but he can still make this work. ]
I'm the one handlin' the goods, so I'll be the judge of that.
[ Leaning down next to Xue Yang, he'll slide a hand into his open shirt, fingers meeting bare skin. He'll take his time palming and feeling up one of Xue Yang's pecs, letting the pad of his thumb graze the nipple every now and then. Just a small tease. Hard to tell with the shirt still partially buttoned, but it seemed like the guy had more muscle on him than Sha-Ming, anyway. ]
[At least the bottle of wine Hua Cheng had ordered had arrived, along with a pair of wine glasses. He nearly pauses mid-pour at the suggestion, a smirk tugging at his lips before he moves to pour the other glass as well.]
You'd certainly be on theme for this place. [He pauses again, this time to take a drink of wine, the red liquid tinting his lips. He motions vaguely at his date, signaling for him to go ahead.]
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➤ II. snake eyes
➤ III. date night
➤ IV. evening soiree
wildcard + ooc info
[ hello, i'm ame and a newcomer to these parts invited by the lovely sara! feel free to reach out to me via DM or my plurk
IV.
Xiao Xingchen turns to the leashed man with a warm smile. Being rank 10 leaves him among the least celebrated of the higher ranks, though he hardly minds. Perhaps staying in this place too long means he's become accustomed to these parties and arrangements as well, not even yet thinking to apologize for this whole situation.
It's not like he's going to ask for anything outright objectionable, however. So it's surely fine.]
Ah, why don't you go pick up some hors d'oeuvres for us? I'll leave it to you to choose what looks the best.
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[ The emphasis he places on that "master" is one that comes off a bit more biting than reverent. By the time his leash ends up in Xiao Xingchan's possession, the novelty has long since worn off for Sha-Ming, his attention focused less on his "master" and more on how uncomfortable the cool air brushing against his exposed skin feels even indoors.
He'll return a few moments later with what appears to be a charcuterie board, except it looks like Sha-Ming barely put any effort into making it look presentable. The board is filled with thinly sliced prosciutto, some bits of brie and other assorted cheese, a bit of grilled vegetables, and finally a handful of what appear to be fried dough balls. Perhaps there was a fancier name for those, but he doesn't exactly care enough to find out. Either way, his presentation is definitely sloppy to any other onlookers. Not like it'd make a difference to this guy, right...? ]
Here. Enjoy.
[ There's not even a hint of delicacy in his tone or the way he slaps down the board before Xiao Xingchen's table. He's clearly checked out. ]
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With a sigh, he reaches for something on the plate with a fork, expression softening again.]
I apologize. I assume you must be new to this place.
[While it’s not like he can easily memorize any face or voice, he hasn’t heard anyone making such a fuss quite like that before.]
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Something like that. ...Tch, guess even Heaven's got its cutthroat side.
[ The last part is more murmured to himself, with a slight hard edge as he looks down frowning at the man taking a bite from the haphazardly chosen appetizers. ]
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Heaven?
[He pauses, thinking, before speaking with awe in his words.]
Were you ascending to godhood before you arrived here?
[Their understandings of what heaven is might be a bit different.]
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[ Different is one way to put it, as Sha-Ming blinks in confusion at this guy's apparent veneration in his tone. ]
Not exactly? I meant, like, the one where ya end up after you die.
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[Well, Xiao Xingchen has long since learned about all of the different things that people believe, but it feels like not entirely the time to focus on that when they all are dealing with the same situation right now.]
Well, perhaps you were going there. [He tries to not sound reluctant in his reassurance, as strange as it is to think of every mortal going to heaven when they die.] But you've been... intercepted along the way.
[This isn't the first time he's heard of someone experiencing the last moments of their life before waking here.]
IV
He hadn't exactly expected to see the man again, much less have someone of a higher rank than his (in this company) lowly nine insist that since he hadn't come with a pet in the first place, he had to take this one to save himself further shame.
An argument would have ensued if the leash wasn't dropped into his hand, and the former "owner" makes their escape with genuinely admirable speed.
Or it would be admirable in other situations, instead of this one that leaves Gen letting out a heavy, heavy sigh. ]
For you to not call me that.
[ He'll pass the end of the leash to Sha-Ming, making him hold his own lead. ]
And do me a favor of holding onto that, will you?
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Therefore, ending up as the pet for a high-ranking guest is only a plus, as it's a chance to suck up to them and hopefully get some kickbacks. Sadly, there is such a thing as laying it on a bit TOO thick, as he unfortunately finds out when his leash ends up in the possession of what appears to be a lower-ranking guest judging by how pushy his former master had been to dump his leash on this dude. The disinterest on Sha-Ming's face couldn't be more apparent. ]
What, you prefer I call you somethin' else?
[ A derisive snort escapes from his nose as he takes the leash end without much complaint. His shoulders are clearly slacked down in boredom, and his exposed skin is starting to prickle slightly from the cool air, but, well. He'll deal for now. ]
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And while Gen doesn't place much stock in the ranking system here, his overabundance of pride can't help but sting a little to see this wheedling man suddenly grow cold from being in the presence of a face card holder to a lowly nine. Perfectly average and middle of the pact, but the lowest of the guests invited to this fancy party by far.
He looks deeply unimpressed himself as he leans back in his chair with a heavy sigh. This guy is going to fit in just fine after all. ]
Narumi, or if you're feeling extra respectful feel free to add "Captain" before that.
ii
I hope you're a man of your word. Show me.
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[ He'll reach over to give a spin of the roulette. The spin lasts a good minute before the arrow eventually settles on one: INSTA-PRIZE. Sha-Ming's face lights up with excitement, practically bouncing as his arms cross behind his head. ]
Whooooo, baby! Wouldja look at that? Lady Luck is smiling on some of us today!
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[Douman's eyes have turned into big round poker chips. He puts a hand on Sha-ming's shoulder and leans in.]
I'm part of this now too. Share the winnings and I'll make it worth your while.
[All those chips... Is he drooling?]
body slams into you, date night
He still doesn't know what to fully expect, but he plans to match every step of the way. Hopefully he won't eat his thoughts later.]
Alright, I'm game. What do you have in mind?
[Okay maybe it's just plain ol' reckless teen behavior too.]
muahahaha 👀 (nsfw; cw: sexual harassment didn't even wait a fucking minute)
Would ya rather get spanked by me here and now, or would ya prefer to do the honors yourself?
[ Is Sha-Ming serious? Maybe, maybe not. It's more of a test to see how his "date" will react to a bit of sexually charged needling, if anything. ]
already the spanking--
Yeah, I'll spank you. Bend over.
[Although despite all that projected confidence, there is still something a little embarrassed in his tone-- a hint of vulnerability because he's a teenager in the end, despite all that practice with control. And like many teenagers, it's just Scott trying to look cooler and more unaffected than he actually is.]
--At least that is what I would say if we knew each other. But I'm not just going to do it because you asked. [He's never spanked anyone, honestly.]
i had to!!
Aw, not even if I say pretty please? What a shame.
[ Not really. It's taking the line of questioning off him anyway, and the adding in the dirty spin makes it feel more like a guy-to-guy talk this way. He leans back into his seat, crossing his arms. ]
Take it that means you got some people you would rather spank. So, let me rephrase that: you the type to spank them, or let them spank you?
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Geez man, you're really into the spanking thing, huh? [He leans his cheek against a propped up hand, just giving the other a raised eyebrow. While that low awkwardness of talking about this is still in him, he's managing it a bit more now.]
But I'm not letting people spank me.
[A slight lie, maybe. If he really thinks about it, he doesn't think he'd hate it at all?? With the right person, someone he trusts, maybe. He can picture a few friends already that he might be okay with and-- he huffs and turns his head.] Well, since this is clearly your kink, what do you prefer?
II
Oh, they dug those out again? Sure.
[ He walks over to the table, pulls out a chair, and sits alongside Sha-Ming with a casual ease. He glances over the dice again, not giving the appearance of studying them closely even though he is indeed reading off the words he can see, since they look different than he remembers. ]
So, you gonna go first or me?
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First one's on me. You can have the next round, if ya feel up for it.
[ He'll shuffle the dice in his hand, tossing them onto the table where they land on the numbers 5 and 4: CARESS CHEST. His gaze darts back to Xue Yang. ]
Sound good to you?
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Sure. [ He settles in his chair, letting the lapels of his shirt fall open as the fabric slips along his shoulders a bit. It doesn't expose all the way to his nipples just yet, but his outfit is certainly loose enough that it's easy at this point to reach in and get access. ] Too bad I'm not a woman so that [ indication towards the dice rolls ] won't be as fun.
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I'm the one handlin' the goods, so I'll be the judge of that.
[ Leaning down next to Xue Yang, he'll slide a hand into his open shirt, fingers meeting bare skin. He'll take his time palming and feeling up one of Xue Yang's pecs, letting the pad of his thumb graze the nipple every now and then. Just a small tease. Hard to tell with the shirt still partially buttoned, but it seemed like the guy had more muscle on him than Sha-Ming, anyway. ]
III
You'd certainly be on theme for this place. [He pauses again, this time to take a drink of wine, the red liquid tinting his lips. He motions vaguely at his date, signaling for him to go ahead.]