For the record, I’m not more interested in my dick than you, but if someone’s given you the impression genital piercings are for decoration I feel worse for you than Jay-Z does that fellow with the girl problems.
What I am empirically disinterested in is getting my autonomy more fucked than it has been already; if you’re thinking of telling me to get used it, trust me. I am used to it. That in no way means I have to like it.
I'm 43, Roosh. And I live underground on purpose. My references can run for president. You're not getting anything more current from me unless you personally introduce it.
You might be surprised by how I feel, in fact, but that's less telepathy than second time seeing each other material. Not that I would ever accuse you personally of doing anything so prosaic. Out of everything else I appreciate the solidarity, but I've never been a conformist.
It's cute that you still think that's what I was telling "half the town."
That does explain why the nickname went over my head. But you're not calling me that. It's Sam.
I'm not talking about conforming. I just mean that most of the Void-Touched can relate to what you're feeling, but we've had time for everything to sink in.
Feel free to enlighten me. Your true meaning might've been overshadowed by all the stuff about your dick... accessories. Is that more appropriate?
Actually, why don’t you enlighten me, Sam? This is at least the fourth time you’ve informed me of my apparent obsession with my own cock, so you must be able to tell me lots and lots about it. Such as literally anything beyond the fact that it’s pierced in multiple places. I’d even settle for being regaled with details about said piercings. Anything? Aside from how they were in my dick.
Yes. Yes I am. But only if you let me spank you and pull your hair.
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Now that we’re on a less stupid first name basis what I do for a living is own a sex club, and I’m too much of a control freak to let anyone else handle the day to day, so in the beginning it was get good to have an edge, now it’s stay good because I like to fuck. Most of our clientele are human women, and most of them are there because they’re dating or married to men who genuinely believe only this tiny pathetic subsection - the cuck one - of their peers like to eat pussy. Among other things that disappoint but don’t surprise me.
Fair enough, re: resume. I am astonishingly rich in spare time at the moment, unless you have intensive plans we should schedule around.
[ he really, really hopes she does not; as far as he can tell the only void touched who do are the ones with friendly duchess relations and that is not for him. at least not today. ]
Is there anything you like doing we could try to scrape together while trapped in medieval Hellraiser? Aside from taking my dick for a what I’m guessing you might call a spin. A test drive? Performance check?
We could always try for mini golf. I hear the frozen yogurt is nice this time of year, despite being steeped to the gills in aphrodisiacs.
Whose castle do you think this is? No mini golf, but there are at least five different sex dungeons. There's also an art gallery where they'll string you up like a puppet if it looks like you're not enjoying the never-ending party, so we might want to save the wholesome, getting-to-know-you stuff for behind closed doors.
It’s extra cute how you think you have some kind of monopoly on the sarcasm in this conversation. Don’t get me wrong, I will do the wholesome getting to know you stuff and much to my own bafflement enjoy it, but we’ve been speaking, such as it is, for longer than ten seconds so you know I’m very, very bad at it, So I’d better be good at the parts in the sex dungeons. What are the odds of not being surrounded by rape in any of those? I find it really kills my desire to have consensual sex.
On the contrary, I recognize this much sarcasm is a team effort. Call this a test of how you keep up. And those odds are not as bad as you might think. One of the dungeons is just a pitch black room where body fluids glow in the dark. It looks pretty cool, actually.
There are other, non-dungeon rooms, too. Most of them are safe. Only some will lock you in until you fight or fuck.
[ This is how it starts: you don't hate someone; you might even like them. You can actually stand their company, so you enjoy more of it, which turns into... something. Now, you're worried about them. Now, the Duchess has something over you.
In fairness, Sam did warn him. ]
It's not my go-to venting method but it'll do in a pinch. I'm not trained, if that's what you're asking. My sparring is all verbal.
Ah. Well, you can gold-fucking-medal in that, so congratulations.
[ She did, and later he'll remember that; the problem is that even if he barricaded himself from even the simplest social experience Zlatka's leverage is that there's very little he wouldn't do to just go home. The duchess might not have brought them here, but she's the best lead on who (or what) did.]
How would you say we're defining delightful here? Be specific or I can't make my scoreboard.
[ Delightful was in itself sarcastic; Sam is at least self-aware enough to know that she isn't that. But she's not insufferable either. An acquired taste, perhaps. ]
We could define it as: you weren't trying to like me, and I wasn't trying to make you like me, and yet here you are thinking you might like me.
Hang on a second, that was almost friendly. Are you sure you're the same probably-a-woman I've come to know and tolerate so well over the last hour and a half?
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Now, brace yourself, because this is going to sound like a line: I agree with you.
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For one, you clearly don’t know what I do for a living. For two: it’s demonstrably not a line if I back it up.
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What I am empirically disinterested in is getting my autonomy more fucked than it has been already; if you’re thinking of telling me to get used it, trust me. I am used to it. That in no way means I have to like it.
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Nobody likes it, tall Valentine. I doubt you'll feel like one of us for a while, but the one thing you're not is alone.
sans the last sentence this is just one long string of deadpan + I'm combining these again fffff
You might be surprised by how I feel, in fact, but that's less telepathy than second time seeing each other material. Not that I would ever accuse you personally of doing anything so prosaic. Out of everything else I appreciate the solidarity, but I've never been a conformist.
It's cute that you still think that's what I was telling "half the town."
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I'm not talking about conforming. I just mean that most of the Void-Touched can relate to what you're feeling, but we've had time for everything to sink in.
Feel free to enlighten me. Your true meaning might've been overshadowed by all the stuff about your dick... accessories. Is that more appropriate?
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Actually, why don’t you enlighten me, Sam? This is at least the fourth time you’ve informed me of my apparent obsession with my own cock, so you must be able to tell me lots and lots about it. Such as literally anything beyond the fact that it’s pierced in multiple places. I’d even settle for being regaled with details about said piercings. Anything? Aside from how they were in my dick.
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Wow, you're just dying to show it to me, aren't you?
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[ everyday better pan (: ]
Now that we’re on a less stupid first name basis what I do for a living is own a sex club, and I’m too much of a control freak to let anyone else handle the day to day, so in the beginning it was get good to have an edge, now it’s stay good because I like to fuck. Most of our clientele are human women, and most of them are there because they’re dating or married to men who genuinely believe only this tiny pathetic subsection - the cuck one - of their peers like to eat pussy. Among other things that disappoint but don’t surprise me.
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Now, you said you could demonstrably back it up. That implies a demonstration, doesn't it?
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[ he really, really hopes she does not; as far as he can tell the only void touched who do are the ones with friendly duchess relations and that is not for him. at least not today. ]
Is there anything you like doing we could try to scrape together while trapped in medieval Hellraiser? Aside from taking my dick for a what I’m guessing you might call a spin. A test drive? Performance check?
We could always try for mini golf. I hear the frozen yogurt is nice this time of year, despite being steeped to the gills in aphrodisiacs.
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Whose castle do you think this is? No mini golf, but there are at least five different sex dungeons. There's also an art gallery where they'll string you up like a puppet if it looks like you're not enjoying the never-ending party, so we might want to save the wholesome, getting-to-know-you stuff for behind closed doors.
cw rape mention
Ahead of even mingolf, actually.
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There are other, non-dungeon rooms, too. Most of them are safe. Only some will lock you in until you fight or fuck.
1/s….something
done!
Out of curiosity, are you a fighter? As in for zadza venting reasons.
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[ This is how it starts: you don't hate someone; you might even like them. You can actually stand their company, so you enjoy more of it, which turns into... something. Now, you're worried about them. Now, the Duchess has something over you.
In fairness, Sam did warn him. ]
It's not my go-to venting method but it'll do in a pinch. I'm not trained, if that's what you're asking. My sparring is all verbal.
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[ She did, and later he'll remember that; the problem is that even if he barricaded himself from even the simplest social experience Zlatka's leverage is that there's very little he wouldn't do to just go home. The duchess might not have brought them here, but she's the best lead on who (or what) did.]
How would you say we're defining delightful here? Be specific or I can't make my scoreboard.
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We could define it as: you weren't trying to like me, and I wasn't trying to make you like me, and yet here you are thinking you might like me.
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