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[It isn't as though he arrived with anything — not even a traveling suitcase or a real pair of trousers — so there's not much to be done but to accept the accommodations the hotel provides him. Finding the room is another story, though, as the resort is more expansive than any he's seen, functionally its own little world under one roof. An extensiveness to marvel if he was in any mood for it.
Tyki arrives at the suite after several minutes of searching, a sigh on his breath as he finally finds the correct door. He doesn't think much of knocking. He doesn't really even need to use the key, but perhaps a dim, distant part of him remembers the warning that he might have a roommate...
Here we are. He's heading right in.]
Hello? Anyone here? Hope not, I'd like to rest my head in peace.
[And there was only one bed, the prompt.]
𝐈𝐈. 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐖
A. PEACOCK LOUNGE [Of course he slips into the doors of this quieter space, finding a table with ease despite his yet unestablished rank. Perhaps that's his first warning. They set him up with a nice whiskey and some sort of appetizer of a meal he doesn't recognize, and then wish him well on his date.
Hold on a moment. Date?
Before Tyki can protest, they've accosted some other poor fool at the entrance and wrangled them over to his table. He looks surprised, but he doesn't protest to the company forced to sit across from him. As much as can be expected with everything he's seen thus far.]
Hi there. Willing to bear with it for a little while? The service is quite good, so I'd say it's worth the hassle.
B. DESIRE LOUNGE (nsfw) [No reluctance drives him down those dark stairs. If Tyki were to find a word for it, perhaps it would be curiosity — an opportunity to explore something he has had no time or wherewithal even to consider. A war is a demanding activity, and certainly more so one that is millennia-old. It's no wonder they've been so restricted with everything heating up on the battlefield.
But there is no war here, at least for now. A part of Tyki hasn't become so convinced it will stay that way. Or that he will stay at all.
Arriving in that more secluded lounge, he's dressed down with a black mask he finds available at the door. Told the instructions, Tyki goes to his Watch next — filling in the questionnaire of obvious kinks and fetishes.
He chooses: sadism, dominance, and control — happy to entertain just one or a combination of the three. Either way, he'll wait until his partner is matched before approaching.]
Anonymity and desire, hm? I won't ask for your name, but... do you have something else you'd like to be called? [A wolfish smile shows, to match the mask.] Or I can choose for you.
𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
[At some point, he manages to shirk his waitering duties and escape into the crowd, dodging staff with the ease of confidence — he can pretend to be a high-ranker, and he can pretend well, but he knows inevitably that he'll be caught.
Those high-ranking guests might catch him unclaimed, clearly neither a current pet nor servant to anyone else. If asked, Tyki will only wink and give a sly:] Want to help a fellow out?
[Others in comparable lower status will find Tyki sipping flutes of champange and floating around, a social butterfly posed naturally in the classy environment. At least until a royal guest demands a performance, indicating Tyki and... you, standing too close.
He looks put-upon, draining his drink with a roll of eyes.] Freedom didn't last very long, huh? I suppose it's time to be disciplined. [bro really does not care]
𝐈𝐕. 𝐄𝐓𝐂
[ooc notes: information / permissions / kinks. Tyki is primarily a top and uninterested in bottoming (for now, with CR this can certainly change). Fine with characters 16+. Tyki was here very briefly when the game first opened, but he won't have those memories. Happy to have any old characters recognize him if they want. Open to other prompts, please PM or reach me at snezhnaya if you want to coordinate anything, especially for nsfw threads!]
[ Jade isn't here as a servant or a pet. Instead, he's here as wait staff. That is what he is best at, after all. Prim. Proper. Maybe pleasing to the eye for some of the higher ranked guests since he acts polite and is diligent in is work.
He's actually the one holding the trays for the drinks when a guest demands a performance. ]
Who, exactly, are you referring to in this situation?
[ Jade would prefer not to cause a scene. He's not his twin! ]
[As soon as the other man speaks, Tyki recognizes his face as one of the waiters alongside him in the kitchen, picking up a tray of champagne flutes. He never did catch a name, though — there's too much going on at the party, too many distractions all around.
Well, this is one way to get acquainted. Tyki looks him over, studying the stranger's appearance, lingering on those eyes.]
Who do you think? See any other eligible bachelors around?
[Not any who aren't disgustingly rich as a high-ranker, at least.]
We might be able to get away with kissing, if you act shy about it. [Is this good advice...] Think you're up for it?
[ Considering that everyone is available for the sake of the game itself. Technically. Though Jade is fully aware that this isn't what the other man means. He means someone that he can actually use for the task at hand. And, more specifically, the high rank is pointing at the both of them and seems to be waiting for them to do something.
Jade, does his best "innocent" look, hand to his chest and looking quite taken aback. ]
My, do I not look like the very picture of shy, sir? [ Well. Not if someone is really looking. People might be fooled initially. ] I could never dream of deceiving our honorable guests.
[It's true that the entire resort seems to revolve around sexual intercourse; Tyki isn't denying that. But there's a method to the madness — or at least to the hedonism clearly at play.
It's very likely this man is performing an act, which suits them both well so long as it satisfies the high-ranker. He understands the alternative is punishment, and there's a little less control over that kind of thing.]
Well, that's good. How about we kiss?
[A simple offer. The rich man currently sneering at them looks intrigued; Tyki doesn't know if a kiss is going to be enough, but it's a start.]
[ Jade is very much pretending. Everything about him is to hide what sort of person he is deep down. Punishment isn't an option if he's not the one in control of it. So he'll pass on that. If they can get away with a kiss, so be it, but if their "guest" wants more?
Oh he'll attempt to spin it to his advantage.
For now, Jade puts his tray down and stands with his hands folded perfectly in front of him. ]
If it pleases our guest, I suppose I've little choice. [ Yes, he's going to play it up a little. ] Please be gentle.
[ it's not like it's hard (haha) to get him to step inside the peacock lounge. all it takes is the reassurance of a quiet place to rest and the promise of a good drink, and it's of his own free will that he ambles towards the jazzy tunes of the lounge.
from there, things are a bit of a blur. there's something about a date (a date? him? here??), an insistent tug at his elbow, a well-dressed man seated at a table suddenly appearing at the edges of his vision and zooming towards dead center, and then he's seated in front of said gentleman, face flustered and red and voice a touch too loud to fully match the atmosphere as he hollers at the retreating back of the staff. ]
Warn a guy next time!
[ he screws his eyes shut, sighs loudly, and then sags in his chair before opening one eye. ]
You might wanna rethink your definition of 'good' if that's the kinda treatment they give here.
[Tyki has watched the whole show with raised eyebrows and an ashing of his cigarette, having produced it from one of his pockets at some point in the last minute. With all of the other debauchery going on, he probably shouldn't get in trouble for smoking in the lounge.
As soon as the young man is sat down in front of him, Tyki straightens out of his slouch, a movement almost opposite to his date's sinking shoulders.]
You could try some food first. [He gestures with his other hand to the plates between them, full of an assortment of appetizers: meat and cheese, fruit, fresh bread. Girl dinner.] Or we can jump straight into it, if you're eager to get away from me. The sooner we start, the sooner you can run off. Hm?
[Ianchus had cringed upon entering his details... really, writing it out so plainly like that? He was used to communicating through glances and innuendos curled within tongues. He'd written and deleted several words: choking, nails, kissing, feeling entirely foolish. Finally he'd simply settled on masochism. Though he had a hunch the very act of writing all this out could apply as self-punishment...
Ah, but its worth it when he sees the man: tall, square-shouldered, and with a sharpness about him that drives Ianchus' tongue nervously against his teeth. He's dressed in a loosely tied silk robe, with matching silk pants slung low on his hips. His mask is a simple one with vines and leaves painted on.
He shrugs at the question--a meaningful movement that slips the robe open, revealing more of his chest as he spreads his arms out. ]
Mmm~ I'll let you have the privilege. What do you think? What shall I be tonight?
[The Watch notifies him of the match. Of course it does, because otherwise how would he know? Tyki glances at it briefly, eyes skimming that word: masochism. Even though it was the first one he himself had chosen that night, he didn't expect it to be met — hadn't dared to consider what the next step might be, so it's almost with surprise that he faces the man.
Long hair, a silk robe hanging off a solid frame, arms spread open to welcome him. He doesn't resist letting a hand extend, brushing fingers through wavy, indigo hair and then down Ianchus' cheek, ghosting a touch across his chin.]
You remind me of a flower. Pretty and a little delicate.
[Tyki beckons, opening the door behind him into the private, padded room where they won't be disturbed. Isn't that an act of trust? He wonders about it — how no one who truly knows what he is would ever do this. Anonymity certainly has its advantages, not that he's made himself a public figure (actively avoided it, in fact).]
Do you wilt easily, though? Are you a hothouse orchid or a sturdy marigold?
did u know marigolds are one of his character flowers
[He's been called pretty, but never delicate! Skies above, sea below, he hopes not! How would he ever have any fun.
The touch makes his hair stand on edge, and Tyki will feel Ianchus' chin move slightly as he resists the urge to bite his lip. Easy, easy, he's no fresh virgin, here. ]
Aha...
[Indelicate, sure--but there's an odd kind of grace, like a seal cutting through water, as Ianchus keeps himself facing Tyki, even as he slips into the room, hands folded casually behind his back. ]
Have you ever crushed a marigold in your fist? Seen the way its petals spring back, vibrant as ever?
[ He leans forward slightly, his eyes catching the light, his voice slightly hoarse.]
[He stands in the hall, lingering a little after, as if he's in no hurry of pursuit. He can take his time with this, and given the circumstances — he wants to. It's not every day he gets to be different, maybe truer to his inherited genes than before.
When Tyki finally comes into the room, he keeps the smile on his face even though it changes, darker, weight of his gaze heavier on the curves of Ianchus' body.]
You're playing a dangerous game with a stranger.
[Or maybe that's the point. Eventually his gaze sweeps over the room, taking stock of everything in it that might be available to him. The toys and instruments are new, though Tyki isn't ignorant after all he's seen since he woke up in this place. He doesn't know if he'll prefer anything else to his hands, but... he won't deny his own curiosity.]
Why don't you get on your knees first? I want to look at you better.
[The instruction is a test, to see how he's obeyed when giving an order.]
[Ianchus' lackadaisical attitude remains, though his gaze is fixed on Tyki and he doesn't miss the shift. Good.]
A safe game is no fun, aye?
[It's like being sized up by some sort of predator. Tyki's taller frame, the easy confidence he moves it, the way the shirt he wears reveals hints of the strong build underneath when he moves (ah, but with a waist that tapers so pleasantly--!)...he could see him as a panther, poised to strike. And here's slow, stupid Ianchus, a most generous meal.
"Why don't you get on your knees first?"
Ianchus's eyes widen slightly, and he can't stifle the little ha! that escapes his lips. There's a flash of something stubborn, almost bratty--but it disappears just as quickly, swallowed by Ianchus' usual languid, honeyed manner.]
Mmm, but you can see me well now, ah?
[He shifts a little, widening his stance, and reaches back, letting the curtain of his hair fall over his arms. His eyes never leave Tyki's.]
[ despite ranking up a couple months ago, ishmael's still doomed to work service jobs no matter where she goes. doesn't mean she won't look good in pants and pigtails while waiting tables, though. she's the type to do her job smoothly and with zero hassles either, which is why she's surprised when she's summoned to do something with this annoying ass newcomer here. ]
And you're roping me in, why?
[ ignoring the fact that it's some rando guest's request because CLEARLY it's his fault for getting her involved in his shit ]
[Uh oh, snagged a feisty one. Tyki wasn't trying to be picky, just wanted to get this rich guy off his back — and it's easiest to tell who his fellow waiters are given their style of dress, attending tables around the party. It's too late to change minds, though, as the high-ranker wolf whistles appreciably at the young woman.]
Sorry about that. You happened to be available, is all.
[Not very romantic... In his defense, it's not a romantic place.]
A few minutes of your time, if you're willing? I'll return the favor at a later date.
[ what is romance in a place where casual sex takes precedence above all things, really. she does tone down her attitude a bit though, realizing that it's the snooty patron who should get their ass kicked around here. tyki's a close second, depending on how he'll wing this. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'll bust your ass either way, so watch out.
[ smh. sometimes a girlie can't just let minor grievances go, as one does. anyway she clears her throat as she assumes a more professional air towards the guest in question. ]
[ she shouldn't get involved, she has her own tables to clean and appetizers to pass out. but when tyki is inevitably caught by a high rank guest and has drawn the attention of another, clorinde makes her way closer. truthfully, she wants to get out of the soiree to begin with, but with how big the crowd is, slipping out alone won't be as easy. she'll just have to create a distraction.
another waiter passes by while balancing a very full tray of champagne, likely too much for him to see properly. clorinde shifts her heel just a little, nudging him off balance just enough for him to go down, spilling it all over the floor and onto the high rank guests' clothes. in the commotion, clorinde slips up to tyki's side as if she melted out of the shadows. ]
[The waiter's collapse comes in a loud crash of shattering glass and shouts, mostly from the rich guest whose clothes are now soaked in champagne. A distraction well-served, because all of that attention slides neatly off of Tyki and instead narrows on the server who will most certainly be chewed out for it. He hopes, at least, there might be some enjoyable punishment for the poor guy. Either way it's no longer his business, and that's a relief.
She appears so suddenly that Tyki's caught by surprise at the approach, turning his head with a raised brow.]
... Remarkably good timing. [He hadn't seen enough to pin the commotion to the young woman, but there's something about her that draws a lingering glance.] Happy to help. Lead the way.
[ he's amenable, perfect. sorry to that other waiter who had to take the fall (literally), but maybe he'll be into whatever punishment that high rank guest doles out. for now, clorinde turns and head towards the back where all the prep work has been happening, and for all intents and purposes seems to actually be doing what she says. except once the bulk of the other waiters and waitresses split off, clorinde makes a sharp turn down another hall. ]
I'm planning on getting out of this party. [ her gaze cuts to tyki, voice low. ] You're free to stay if you'd like once I get to the doors.
[ he seems to enjoy schmoozing, but clorinde has no patience for it. ]
[ Hard to wrap his head around the idea that he's in a strange new land where the only thing really expected of him is to do what he would have tried to do anyway - get his dick wet (or his holes filled, whichever came first). Still, the extravagance has Zahid rather stunned, wandering from lounge to lounge with curiousity and no clear aim, a little overstimulated from the sights and sounds and heavy, perfumed scents. A man from the 1200s can only take in so much. At the very least, he has a lot of experience, so the expectation bestowed upon him he can easily fulfill.
It's too easy for staff to usher him from room to room, changing him out of his clothes and dressing him up in something they think might be more fitting for the situation. To compliment the branch already growing out of his head, they've given him a mask in the likeness of a forest deer, the horn of real tree bark blending in seamlessly. To match, he's been fitted in an opulent-looking tunic, fabric soft as silk and rimmed in gold. The most expensive thing he's ever worn, probably.
Zahid needed a bit of help with typing on his watch, but with the assistance of the friendly staff, he's managed to input the following: masochism, choking, nipple stuff. Just some of his go-tos, when he's feeling like having a particularly debauched night.
The man he's paired with was tall in frame, broad-shouldered and with such a good figure. It's such a shame that he can't see his face, but if this is the game they're playing, he'll play along. Not the first time he's fucked someone without knowing their name. ]
You've got a pretty voice. Wish I could see your face. [ Should he really spend his first day here fucking the first person he sees? In the thick of it like this, it's hard not to. What is he supposed to say? No? ]
Fuck me good, and ... you can call me whatever you like. [ Even an insult. Even a different person's name. Maybe he should respect himself a bit more. ]
[If there's any surprise when they bring the young man to him, Tyki's expressive mouth doesn't show it. Lips remain in a comfortable curve of a smile, gold eyes assessing through the holes of his own mask as he's notified of the match by the staff. Almost as quick as it happens, they're left alone in the hall, only a door between them and a private room to do whatever they want.
It's a lot of freedom. A lot of trust, which can't really be a thing of meager purport in a den of sin — and he means the whole of the casino, not just this sole lounge. Excessive indulgence is the name of the game. Whatever they were thinking to bring the Noah of Pleasure to this place, well, they got it right.
A beckoning hand comes out, very aware of his own appearance and how he seems almost underdressed compared to this man's finery. Shame they'll have to take it all off. The mask will stay, though, which is where Tyki's gaze lingers as he opens the door and lets them in.]
And I'm sure you have a pretty face. [The light flirtation is fun, taking the edge off some tension as the door shuts.] How do you want to be fucked?
[Easy to jump in the coarse language.]
I can get rough, but I know my limits. I just have to know yours too.
[ He's hoping this man doesn't build up too many expectations for what he actually looks like before seeing him. All that aside, he's definitely curious about this, what it would be like to sleep with someone else without being able to put a face or name to the handsome body. What was the appeal? Perhaps it meant he could truly ask for anything it is that he wanted, with no fear of judgment. Not that he has much shame left to begin with, but there was always going to be some cautiousness when exploring more extreme desires; cautiousness around losing the opportunity at all if it chased a potential lover away.
Could he ask for whatever he wanted here? It sure felt that way.
The man in front of him may have been dressed down in comparison, but the simplicity of what he was wearing only brought out his brilliant silhouette, the charming curves of his masculine body. He's probably really, really fucking hot under that mask. Zahid could tell from just those hints of a jawline and his confidence alone. Maybe the mystery was the appeal of doing it like this as well. The bosses of the resort sure were enlightened.
Zahid follows after Tyki, kind of appreciating the chivalrous treatment; a door held open for him. He steps close to the other man, past that beckoning hand, and rests his own on the forearm. ]
The point of being masked is so we can try whatever we want, right ...
[ He understands it now. He has been enlightened. Getting into it too easily, he can feel that familiar stir of interest within the pit of his loins. His grip on Tyki's forearm tightens, more needy now. ]
Don't break my bones or seriously cut me. [ So a little cut is fine? ] Everything else's .... fine.
[ the request for help earns an eyebrow raise and an immediate: ]
Depends on what's in it for me.
[ the glittering jewels around her neck, fancy dress and fluffy fur wrap make it clear she's an attendee and not a pet or servant. Most notably, one without a plus one of either kind.
While the sneers and snickers don't bother her, it leaves a very clear opening to fill if he wants to. ]
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tyki mikk | d.gray-man | returning player/character
𝐈𝐈. 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
𝐈𝐕. 𝐄𝐓𝐂
iii
He's actually the one holding the trays for the drinks when a guest demands a performance. ]
Who, exactly, are you referring to in this situation?
[ Jade would prefer not to cause a scene. He's not his twin! ]
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Well, this is one way to get acquainted. Tyki looks him over, studying the stranger's appearance, lingering on those eyes.]
Who do you think? See any other eligible bachelors around?
[Not any who aren't disgustingly rich as a high-ranker, at least.]
We might be able to get away with kissing, if you act shy about it. [Is this good advice...] Think you're up for it?
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[ Considering that everyone is available for the sake of the game itself. Technically. Though Jade is fully aware that this isn't what the other man means. He means someone that he can actually use for the task at hand. And, more specifically, the high rank is pointing at the both of them and seems to be waiting for them to do something.
Jade, does his best "innocent" look, hand to his chest and looking quite taken aback. ]
My, do I not look like the very picture of shy, sir? [ Well. Not if someone is really looking. People might be fooled initially. ] I could never dream of deceiving our honorable guests.
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It's very likely this man is performing an act, which suits them both well so long as it satisfies the high-ranker. He understands the alternative is punishment, and there's a little less control over that kind of thing.]
Well, that's good. How about we kiss?
[A simple offer. The rich man currently sneering at them looks intrigued; Tyki doesn't know if a kiss is going to be enough, but it's a start.]
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Oh he'll attempt to spin it to his advantage.
For now, Jade puts his tray down and stands with his hands folded perfectly in front of him. ]
If it pleases our guest, I suppose I've little choice. [ Yes, he's going to play it up a little. ] Please be gentle.
[ Or don't. ]
peacock lounge
from there, things are a bit of a blur. there's something about a date (a date? him? here??), an insistent tug at his elbow, a well-dressed man seated at a table suddenly appearing at the edges of his vision and zooming towards dead center, and then he's seated in front of said gentleman, face flustered and red and voice a touch too loud to fully match the atmosphere as he hollers at the retreating back of the staff. ]
Warn a guy next time!
[ he screws his eyes shut, sighs loudly, and then sags in his chair before opening one eye. ]
You might wanna rethink your definition of 'good' if that's the kinda treatment they give here.
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[Tyki has watched the whole show with raised eyebrows and an ashing of his cigarette, having produced it from one of his pockets at some point in the last minute. With all of the other debauchery going on, he probably shouldn't get in trouble for smoking in the lounge.
As soon as the young man is sat down in front of him, Tyki straightens out of his slouch, a movement almost opposite to his date's sinking shoulders.]
You could try some food first. [He gestures with his other hand to the plates between them, full of an assortment of appetizers: meat and cheese, fruit, fresh bread. Girl dinner.] Or we can jump straight into it, if you're eager to get away from me. The sooner we start, the sooner you can run off. Hm?
B. Desire Lounge
Ah, but its worth it when he sees the man: tall, square-shouldered, and with a sharpness about him that drives Ianchus' tongue nervously against his teeth. He's dressed in a loosely tied silk robe, with matching silk pants slung low on his hips. His mask is a simple one with vines and leaves painted on.
He shrugs at the question--a meaningful movement that slips the robe open, revealing more of his chest as he spreads his arms out. ]
Mmm~ I'll let you have the privilege. What do you think? What shall I be tonight?
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Long hair, a silk robe hanging off a solid frame, arms spread open to welcome him. He doesn't resist letting a hand extend, brushing fingers through wavy, indigo hair and then down Ianchus' cheek, ghosting a touch across his chin.]
You remind me of a flower. Pretty and a little delicate.
[Tyki beckons, opening the door behind him into the private, padded room where they won't be disturbed. Isn't that an act of trust? He wonders about it — how no one who truly knows what he is would ever do this. Anonymity certainly has its advantages, not that he's made himself a public figure (actively avoided it, in fact).]
Do you wilt easily, though? Are you a hothouse orchid or a sturdy marigold?
did u know marigolds are one of his character flowers
The touch makes his hair stand on edge, and Tyki will feel Ianchus' chin move slightly as he resists the urge to bite his lip. Easy, easy, he's no fresh virgin, here. ]
Aha...
[Indelicate, sure--but there's an odd kind of grace, like a seal cutting through water, as Ianchus keeps himself facing Tyki, even as he slips into the room, hands folded casually behind his back. ]
Have you ever crushed a marigold in your fist? Seen the way its petals spring back, vibrant as ever?
[ He leans forward slightly, his eyes catching the light, his voice slightly hoarse.]
How many times do you think you can crush me?
i had no idea but i love this serendipity!!
When Tyki finally comes into the room, he keeps the smile on his face even though it changes, darker, weight of his gaze heavier on the curves of Ianchus' body.]
You're playing a dangerous game with a stranger.
[Or maybe that's the point. Eventually his gaze sweeps over the room, taking stock of everything in it that might be available to him. The toys and instruments are new, though Tyki isn't ignorant after all he's seen since he woke up in this place. He doesn't know if he'll prefer anything else to his hands, but... he won't deny his own curiosity.]
Why don't you get on your knees first? I want to look at you better.
[The instruction is a test, to see how he's obeyed when giving an order.]
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A safe game is no fun, aye?
[It's like being sized up by some sort of predator. Tyki's taller frame, the easy confidence he moves it, the way the shirt he wears reveals hints of the strong build underneath when he moves (ah, but with a waist that tapers so pleasantly--!)...he could see him as a panther, poised to strike. And here's slow, stupid Ianchus, a most generous meal.
"Why don't you get on your knees first?"
Ianchus's eyes widen slightly, and he can't stifle the little ha! that escapes his lips. There's a flash of something stubborn, almost bratty--but it disappears just as quickly, swallowed by Ianchus' usual languid, honeyed manner.]
Mmm, but you can see me well now, ah?
[He shifts a little, widening his stance, and reaches back, letting the curtain of his hair fall over his arms. His eyes never leave Tyki's.]
iii.
And you're roping me in, why?
[ ignoring the fact that it's some rando guest's request because CLEARLY it's his fault for getting her involved in his shit ]
no subject
Sorry about that. You happened to be available, is all.
[Not very romantic... In his defense, it's not a romantic place.]
A few minutes of your time, if you're willing? I'll return the favor at a later date.
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Yeah, yeah. I'll bust your ass either way, so watch out.
[ smh. sometimes a girlie can't just let minor grievances go, as one does. anyway she clears her throat as she assumes a more professional air towards the guest in question. ]
What do you want us to do then, esteemed guest?
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another waiter passes by while balancing a very full tray of champagne, likely too much for him to see properly. clorinde shifts her heel just a little, nudging him off balance just enough for him to go down, spilling it all over the floor and onto the high rank guests' clothes. in the commotion, clorinde slips up to tyki's side as if she melted out of the shadows. ]
Would you help me gather some cleaning supplies?
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She appears so suddenly that Tyki's caught by surprise at the approach, turning his head with a raised brow.]
... Remarkably good timing. [He hadn't seen enough to pin the commotion to the young woman, but there's something about her that draws a lingering glance.] Happy to help. Lead the way.
[Hi, please get him out of here.]
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I'm planning on getting out of this party. [ her gaze cuts to tyki, voice low. ] You're free to stay if you'd like once I get to the doors.
[ he seems to enjoy schmoozing, but clorinde has no patience for it. ]
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It's too easy for staff to usher him from room to room, changing him out of his clothes and dressing him up in something they think might be more fitting for the situation. To compliment the branch already growing out of his head, they've given him a mask in the likeness of a forest deer, the horn of real tree bark blending in seamlessly. To match, he's been fitted in an opulent-looking tunic, fabric soft as silk and rimmed in gold. The most expensive thing he's ever worn, probably.
Zahid needed a bit of help with typing on his watch, but with the assistance of the friendly staff, he's managed to input the following: masochism, choking, nipple stuff. Just some of his go-tos, when he's feeling like having a particularly debauched night.
The man he's paired with was tall in frame, broad-shouldered and with such a good figure. It's such a shame that he can't see his face, but if this is the game they're playing, he'll play along. Not the first time he's fucked someone without knowing their name. ]
You've got a pretty voice. Wish I could see your face. [ Should he really spend his first day here fucking the first person he sees? In the thick of it like this, it's hard not to. What is he supposed to say? No? ]
Fuck me good, and ... you can call me whatever you like. [ Even an insult. Even a different person's name. Maybe he should respect himself a bit more. ]
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It's a lot of freedom. A lot of trust, which can't really be a thing of meager purport in a den of sin — and he means the whole of the casino, not just this sole lounge. Excessive indulgence is the name of the game. Whatever they were thinking to bring the Noah of Pleasure to this place, well, they got it right.
A beckoning hand comes out, very aware of his own appearance and how he seems almost underdressed compared to this man's finery. Shame they'll have to take it all off. The mask will stay, though, which is where Tyki's gaze lingers as he opens the door and lets them in.]
And I'm sure you have a pretty face. [The light flirtation is fun, taking the edge off some tension as the door shuts.] How do you want to be fucked?
[Easy to jump in the coarse language.]
I can get rough, but I know my limits. I just have to know yours too.
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Could he ask for whatever he wanted here? It sure felt that way.
The man in front of him may have been dressed down in comparison, but the simplicity of what he was wearing only brought out his brilliant silhouette, the charming curves of his masculine body. He's probably really, really fucking hot under that mask. Zahid could tell from just those hints of a jawline and his confidence alone. Maybe the mystery was the appeal of doing it like this as well. The bosses of the resort sure were enlightened.
Zahid follows after Tyki, kind of appreciating the chivalrous treatment; a door held open for him. He steps close to the other man, past that beckoning hand, and rests his own on the forearm. ]
The point of being masked is so we can try whatever we want, right ...
[ He understands it now. He has been enlightened. Getting into it too easily, he can feel that familiar stir of interest within the pit of his loins. His grip on Tyki's forearm tightens, more needy now. ]
Don't break my bones or seriously cut me. [ So a little cut is fine? ] Everything else's .... fine.
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Depends on what's in it for me.
[ the glittering jewels around her neck, fancy dress and fluffy fur wrap make it clear she's an attendee and not a pet or servant. Most notably, one without a plus one of either kind.
While the sneers and snickers don't bother her, it leaves a very clear opening to fill if he wants to. ]