[ The lights mounted into a gaudy, gold-leafed dressing room mirror are the only source of light in this narrow room. Heavy, wine-red velvet drapes that envelop the room catch just enough light to make their presence known.
Yvette is undressed to impress: tight-laced into a corset, lingerie and sheer silk thigh highs, with an equally light dressing gown for some semblance of modesty. She doesn't even turn to look at whoever is behind her. ]
Good evening, how may I help you?
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[It's day two of a multi-day mingle game themed around intimacy. Unlike the others, this one came with an unrelenting aphrodisiac effect for all participants, which cannot be sated on one's own. It buzzes at the back of your mind, demanding and insistent, and every time you try to take care of your needs, it only gets worse. By this point it's gotten difficult to think of anything else.
In this game, the amount of points you get depends on how extreme the act is. You can get multiple points with the same person, but the game won’t end until the community collectively earns a certain amount of points.
Cobalt’s soaking in one of the pools at the onsen, nude except for the towel across his lap. There's a bottle of sake next to him by the edge of the pool. Cup in hand, he's spacing out and staring into the middle distance, and probably hasn’t heard your approach.]
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[ she's a bit familiar with this feeling. she's gone into heat twice now and it's sure been a mcfucken trip. the thing is, she suspects its as bad as it is because her tentacles refuse to come out for... whatever reason, but here she is, feeling similarly, with all four of them curling in the air behind her. god. ]
[ she's not sure what drove her to go to the onsen, but as soon as she catches sight of cobalt she pads over, one of her tentacles reaching out to poke him before she's close enough to do so herself. ] I hope you don't mind if I join you. [ and, yes, she's already nude, because fuck clothes. ]
[ Surprise; you know the drill. Curled black-and-gold ram's horns and the trail of crocodile scutes leading down to the chunky croc tail. In addition to that, her hands seemed to have gained some rounded scales as well, and the whole of them-- hands, back, and tail-- are edged in gold. Not to mention her scars.
But she'll step into the onsen-- already nude, of course-- to let her legs soak and sit at the edge. ]
[ She was thinking maybe a dip in the onsen would help... bleed the tension off, or something.
Honestly she's so distracted that she doesn't even notice this pool already has an occupant when she unwraps her towel and slides into the water all the way up to her neck. ]
[There are footsteps behind where Cobalt is sitting and perhaps the sound of someone picking up that sake bottle. His fault, really, for leaving it out in the open.]
That's probably the first thing that's noticeable as you sit across from King -- certainly dressed as a king, dripping in gold and jewels and a purple cape that almost dwarfs him. A lotus pond is just off to the right, and a royal garden beyond that, full of flowering and fruiting tropical plants.
For the Earth-dwellers who know their history, the soaring painted columns of the palace are clearly Ancient Egyptian. ]
The rules are simple. [ King gestures between them, two ivory dice already laid out on the sandstone. ] A game of luck. Each round, the victor claims whatever prize they like.
[ He sits back, already looking smug ]
Acceptable?
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[ Man☆Eater sits across from him in more archaic fashion of his own; distinctly Japanese-style, it doesn't quite mesh with Egyptian surroundings, but surely it's a better fit than Victorian goth or leather, belts, and buckles.
he leans back himself, looking down at the dice with a raised eyebrow. ]
In fact, it appears to be... literally on fire? Flames lick up at about knee height across the entire floor. Or, it's probably a floor, anyway—if you squint you can see floorboards, but there are no walls visible, and the floor appears to drop off a little ways off, beyond it only water. Miraculously untouched in the center of the fire is a large bed. In the bed is Glory. She is very naked.
You appear either:
a) Also in the bed, the sheets twisted almost into ropes around your limbs, holding you down, or: b) Standing in the fire. It's not immediately painful, but probably you don't want to keep standing in it for very long.
Either way, you may also find you have new wings, horns, or other demon/monster parts.]
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[instinctively, raven tries to struggle against the sheets, though he stops when he sees glory and just looks confused]
--what...?
[his body looks much healthier like this--there's no ridge of skin across his shoulder where the replaced arm is in real life, it's just smooth. his tattoos seem to warp and flicker in the light of the fire, moving across his body, coiling around his limbs like serpents]
[ her white hair has become a mane of downy white feathers, her sclera darkened to black, and her forearms and calves turn to a rougher texture, black in color, above hands and feet articulated a bit more like a bird's talons. and also, she's got slight fangs going on. we're mixing a lot of metaphors here.
...also, there's something odd about the way shadows flow around her, but maybe that's just the fire?
she flutters her eyes open from being tangled in the sheets. ]
[After yet another game of kisses to entertain the audience, it's only natural that sometimes people get worked. Want more without having to worry about points and competitions.]
[Luckily you found a partner to let off some steam? Is that what happened????]
[Either way, you find yourself in a room. And there is Rye from Wild City, wearing tight pants and nothing else, shirt and jacket tossed onto a chair. He's looking over a selection of drinks.] Who knew there were so many ways to make alcohol. Want to try a glass?
((No vore/gore, but pretty open to things and trying stuff. Rye can go from sweet to rough, sensitive feral viking boi.))
[my, that is a lot of bare skin and muscle. Persephone, by contrast, is wearing a blue courtesan's kimono, definitely not like his sensitIV clothes at all.]
[ Welcome to a very luxurious, velvety, silky room!
A skylight lets soft moonlight flood into the room, providing the majority of the lighting. A large bed sits at the far end, piled with pillows and blankets and...a person?
A figure that can't quite be discerned, who's features shift with the waning and waxing of the silver moonbeams they're sitting in. Still, you can tell when they look at you, when they stare into your eyes, an odd feeling of comfort and peace propagating through their gaze. And their voice might be familiar: ]
Oh, hello. It's nice to see you.
Mm, what'll you have of me? Remember, I can be anything or anyone you want: beast or human. Male or female - or both or neither. A predator or your prey. Weak or strong, nervous or confident. Your neighbour, your crush, your teacher, your sibling, even yourself if you want, haha!
Use me however you'd like, okay? The only thing I am for sure tonight is yours.
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There's a door in front of you and should you choose to enter, there will be no door behind you. It's gone.
You're standing in very clear water. It's not terribly deep and is pleasantly cool to the touch. lily pads and glowing water lilies of so many colours float on the surface, moving sedately with the gentle waves of the water.
In the distance is a large, roaring water fall and Lily floats in another pool of water that it empties into, this one with just as many flowers, her hair spread in a gargantuan halo. You have to cross some grass to get to it, and it is soft under your feet. She is wearing a very dark thin-strapped dress, but it is made of a thin material that leaves little to the imagination
You manage to hear her voice even over the water.]
Long have I have traversed this desert The only thing that drips Is the blood on my hands My memories spill into the parched earth Unceasing. Insatiable.
Water fall, water falls to wash away my sins I add my voice to the roaring chorus And taste My forgotten tears
...and sad. she thinks for a little bit, standing in place—pants rolled up to her knees, only dressed in a simple sleeveless shirt otherwise, and then... crosses, to sit beside the pool, feet in the water.
after another, long moment, she speaks, still looking down at her feet. ]
The rain-soft life-rich smell of the earth eludes me. The source of life may yet find its way to root—but I know not if any growth will follow. Enfold into my hands and heart a seed, and wait, and wait, as seasons come and go.
If tears may fall, and fall, as life may cause in turn—I’ll catch them. Return them to the earth. The way time and love may someday overgrow what scars carved deep in earth remain.
[ they listen intently, mouth opening every so often as if preparing a response - but none comes. maybe there was a time in half-remembered ages past where they could put together words like that, but all they can do now is listen.
their tail sways idly even after she's finished, and eventually they manage to say just one thing, lost in a swirl of sympathy and nostalgia: ]
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Yvette is undressed to impress: tight-laced into a corset, lingerie and sheer silk thigh highs, with an equally light dressing gown for some semblance of modesty. She doesn't even turn to look at whoever is behind her. ]
Good evening, how may I help you?
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I-I think. I think I have the wrong room.
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Cobalt’s soaking in one of the pools at the onsen, nude except for the towel across his lap. There's a bottle of sake next to him by the edge of the pool. Cup in hand, he's spacing out and staring into the middle distance, and probably hasn’t heard your approach.]
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[ she's not sure what drove her to go to the onsen, but as soon as she catches sight of cobalt she pads over, one of her tentacles reaching out to poke him before she's close enough to do so herself. ] I hope you don't mind if I join you. [ and, yes, she's already nude, because fuck clothes. ]
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But she'll step into the onsen-- already nude, of course-- to let her legs soak and sit at the edge. ]
My. Back here again?
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Honestly she's so distracted that she doesn't even notice this pool already has an occupant when she unwraps her towel and slides into the water all the way up to her neck. ]
Mmmm I don't know if this is helping or not...
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Tags this back a month later like a boss... (or like a something)
Yay!
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That's probably the first thing that's noticeable as you sit across from King -- certainly dressed as a king, dripping in gold and jewels and a purple cape that almost dwarfs him. A lotus pond is just off to the right, and a royal garden beyond that, full of flowering and fruiting tropical plants.
For the Earth-dwellers who know their history, the soaring painted columns of the palace are clearly Ancient Egyptian. ]
The rules are simple. [ King gestures between them, two ivory dice already laid out on the sandstone. ] A game of luck. Each round, the victor claims whatever prize they like.
[ He sits back, already looking smug ]
Acceptable?
(( ota, spice levels can vary so just let me know what you're up for /o/!! ))
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he leans back himself, looking down at the dice with a raised eyebrow. ]
Just luck? You really find that satisfying?
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In fact, it appears to be... literally on fire? Flames lick up at about knee height across the entire floor. Or, it's probably a floor, anyway—if you squint you can see floorboards, but there are no walls visible, and the floor appears to drop off a little ways off, beyond it only water. Miraculously untouched in the center of the fire is a large bed. In the bed is Glory. She is very naked.
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b) Standing in the fire. It's not immediately painful, but probably you don't want to keep standing in it for very long.
Either way, you may also find you have new wings, horns, or other demon/monster parts.]
(( open to anyone! may not actually go sexy, depending. ping me if things go in a violent direction or otherwise if you want to hash out anything! ))
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--what...?
[his body looks much healthier like this--there's no ridge of skin across his shoulder where the replaced arm is in real life, it's just smooth. his tattoos seem to warp and flicker in the light of the fire, moving across his body, coiling around his limbs like serpents]
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tugging lightly at the sheets, more to test them than actually attempt to escape]
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and she scrambles onto the bed with wide eyes.
and then she turns and sees glory.
and flushes BRIGHT red ]
oh,
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...also, there's something odd about the way shadows flow around her, but maybe that's just the fire?
she flutters her eyes open from being tangled in the sheets. ]
Did I fall asleep...?
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[Luckily you found a partner to let off some steam? Is that what happened????]
[Either way, you find yourself in a room. And there is Rye from Wild City, wearing tight pants and nothing else, shirt and jacket tossed onto a chair. He's looking over a selection of drinks.] Who knew there were so many ways to make alcohol. Want to try a glass?
((No vore/gore, but pretty open to things and trying stuff. Rye can go from sweet to rough, sensitive feral viking boi.))
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[That]
[Sure is a lot of bare skin, hi there]
Uh. Yeah.
That... yeah.
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I had no idea, either, that there were so many...
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A skylight lets soft moonlight flood into the room, providing the majority of the lighting. A large bed sits at the far end, piled with pillows and blankets and...a person?
A figure that can't quite be discerned, who's features shift with the waning and waxing of the silver moonbeams they're sitting in. Still, you can tell when they look at you, when they stare into your eyes, an odd feeling of comfort and peace propagating through their gaze. And their voice might be familiar: ]
Oh, hello. It's nice to see you.
Mm, what'll you have of me? Remember, I can be anything or anyone you want: beast or human. Male or female - or both or neither. A predator or your prey. Weak or strong, nervous or confident. Your neighbour, your crush, your teacher, your sibling, even yourself if you want, haha!
Use me however you'd like, okay? The only thing I am for sure tonight is yours.
((I AM UP FOR ANYTHING!!! if you wanna hash something out you can hit me up on plurk or Discord (Mora#9683). also since this is fun exciting shapeshifting time feel free to have your character think of a thing they want and it Shall Be. or just have them like say it w/e w/e))
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that said, she's staring at them with furrowed brows, squinting. ]
... you the... dog?? Uh. Sashay?
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...That's not how it works. I don't want to use anyone.
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Aren't you tired? Rather than all of that, why don't you come rest with me?
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There's a door in front of you and should you choose to enter, there will be no door behind you. It's gone.
You're standing in very clear water. It's not terribly deep and is pleasantly cool to the touch. lily pads and glowing water lilies of so many colours float on the surface, moving sedately with the gentle waves of the water.
In the distance is a large, roaring water fall and Lily floats in another pool of water that it empties into, this one with just as many flowers, her hair spread in a gargantuan halo. You have to cross some grass to get to it, and it is soft under your feet. She is wearing a very dark thin-strapped dress, but it is made of a thin material that leaves little to the imagination
You manage to hear her voice even over the water.]
Long have I have traversed this desert
The only thing that drips
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Water fall, water falls
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...and sad. she thinks for a little bit, standing in place—pants rolled up to her knees, only dressed in a simple sleeveless shirt otherwise, and then... crosses, to sit beside the pool, feet in the water.
after another, long moment, she speaks, still looking down at her feet. ]
The rain-soft life-rich smell of the earth
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any growth will follow. Enfold into my hands
and heart a seed, and wait, and wait,
as seasons come and go.
If tears may fall, and fall, as life
may cause in turn—I’ll catch them.
Return them to the earth. The way time
and love may someday overgrow
what scars carved deep in earth
remain.
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[ they listen intently, mouth opening every so often as if preparing a response - but none comes. maybe there was a time in half-remembered ages past where they could put together words like that, but all they can do now is listen.
their tail sways idly even after she's finished, and eventually they manage to say just one thing, lost in a swirl of sympathy and nostalgia: ]
Beautiful.
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