Yes. Yes I am. But only if you let me spank you and pull your hair.
[ 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.
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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[ 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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