[Because Rye has managed to hear at least some convention talk after all this time.]
[You find yourself at a special fan request event at the Love Hotel! The fans are making requests of the sinful variety, complete with the Producers providing an assortment of outfits and special status affects and transformative drinks and snacks to help 'facilitate' those requests.]
[And right now, you find yourself paired off with Rye, with fans making a request of what they would like you two to do, perhaps with some preferences who tops.]
[There are all sorts of fan requests for people ranging from simple fucking to garden variety kinks to things more extreme with the special drinks and snacks.]
[From genderswap to monstrous transformations to outright tentacles. Only helped with other drinks that act as aphrodisiacs.]
[ You find yourself in a library, deep within a sea of shelves - a glance from side to side barely affords you a passing estimate of its size but you know inherently, somehow, that what you can see is only a fraction of what the building has to offer. The air around you is thick with each scent that entails: dust and leather and ancient, delicate paper, printed and illuminated with brittle, crumbling ink.
On your body is a uniform of some sort, a dark, austere three-piece affair, a blazer and vest over matching bottoms - either a pair of trousers or a calf-length skirt - pressed white shirt tied neatly with a silken bow.
But whichever it is that you wear, Aradia stands opposite you in clothes that appear very much the same; there is a mischievous edge to her smile, an excited glint in her eye, with the color in her face a deep enough red to almost put them to shame. The wood of the shelves creaks softly beneath her weight as she leans in against you to speak, tone hushed as befits the locale but with naked, undisguised amusement: ]
You should make sure that you stay quiet, okay...?
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Because Rye has managed to hear at least some convention talk after all this time.][You find yourself at a special fan request event at the Love Hotel! The fans are making requests of the sinful variety, complete with the Producers providing an assortment of outfits and special status affects and transformative drinks and snacks to help 'facilitate' those requests.]
[And right now, you find yourself paired off with Rye, with fans making a request of what they would like you two to do, perhaps with some preferences who tops.]
[There are all sorts of fan requests for people ranging from simple fucking to garden variety kinks to things more extreme with the special drinks and snacks.]
[From genderswap to monstrous transformations to outright tentacles. Only helped with other drinks that act as aphrodisiacs.]
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On your body is a uniform of some sort, a dark, austere three-piece affair, a blazer and vest over matching bottoms - either a pair of trousers or a calf-length skirt - pressed white shirt tied neatly with a silken bow.
But whichever it is that you wear, Aradia stands opposite you in clothes that appear very much the same; there is a mischievous edge to her smile, an excited glint in her eye, with the color in her face a deep enough red to almost put them to shame. The wood of the shelves creaks softly beneath her weight as she leans in against you to speak, tone hushed as befits the locale but with naked, undisguised amusement: ]
You should make sure that you stay quiet, okay...?