imeeji_frontstage | LIAR HELL OR BUST

LIAR HELL OR BUST

Who: More Idols
Where: Liar Hell
When: Tuesday Morning

[ What's everyone up to this morning? Still stuck in Hell? Busy doing crimes? Maybe, like some people, you hopped on a train from Vengeance Hell to get over here! Hope you didn't have to give up anything too precious for that.

In any case, however you've ended up here there's still plenty to do. Shopping, restaurants, movie theaters, maybe you can even find a tour bus to make the rounds of some of the other shows being filmed here! ]

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[squeezes, leaning into a bit more]

Guess we can find out...

[ wings fluffed up, leaning on her, then

pauses

wait. ]

... is a love hotel a sex hotel????

...What were you thinking it was?

--I have no idea! I don't know nothin' about Japan! Or Hell.

And you took it anyway? ...What if it was something really weird?

[amused]

Figured a bed is a bed...

[ deeply red. But leading her off ]

[keeps pace beside her, comfortably smiling]

Fair. That ain’t the part that’s different, anyways. Hear it’s more the “ambiance”.

[lets her hand fall lower on Req’s hip]

What like... candles and roses and junk? I already did the fancy date room for boning in.

Um. Might be less “fancy” and more, “frisky,” but...uh. Like I said...

[ red enough now to be generally kind of warm, but just squeezes Nem's shoulders a little as her wings fluff up. ]

... yeah, guess we'll find out.

Either way, I think we should be able to have a good time. If you’re feeling up to it.

[gooses her once the guy walking down the alley passes them]

[ jolts a little, flushing deeply, her wings reflexively fluttering and tail curling up ]

-- Kitty!

[ but she's laughing, that roboeye deep blue. ]

[grins, innocently]

What can I say, you make it hard to keep my hands to myself~

Can't complain... you got a nice touch.

[ settles with her arm and wings around her again, and leads her a couple of blocks off; the building the pauses in front of is as loud and neon on the outside as everything else, and, predictably, advertising itself as a love hotel. somehow req only saw the "hotel" part.

The inside is definitely lower key (so much as it can be, anyway, still decorated in every nook and cranny with colorful neon strips and mirrored furniture) than the club was, with softer music and a distinct lack of flashing lights. The person sitting at the reception desk-- a relatively normal looking one with tiny white wings and a halo of tangled gold thorns-- seems pretty bored until they walk in, and definitely seems to perk up excitedly. ]

This's the place...

Oh yeah? This your buddy, then?

[thumbs over at the receptionist, definitely not a little self-conscious to be renting a room face-to-face, and any slight tension in her frame is surely imagined]

Yeah.

[ They ALSO seem excited to see Nemesis, once they realized she's kinda-sorta tucked into the curve of Req's wings, and launch into how STRONG and COOL she is and how great it is to watch her and they weren't that much of a fan before but she really got into it because their friend LOVES Avante, so on and so forth, as Req unwraps her arm from Nem so she can head over to the desk and get their key card. ]

[Nemesis broadens her stance a bit, hooking thumbs in her pockets as she engages the receptionist a bit. Apparently Avante will continue to be ones to watch, and she figures that thanks to the support, they should expect some quality--and discreet--service over their stay, huh?]

[ Req gives a little snrk listening to all that, but takes the card in hand with a muttered thanks.

The receptionist explains, excitedly, that yes they TOTALLY made sure everything was top notch and that their room-- third floor, room five-- was perfectly suited for, well. For Requiem's taste, at least, they'd have made arrangements if they knew Nemesis was going to be here but surely she'd find it more than suitable! It was one of their favourites and all, too, and--

And Req just gives Nem a little nudge, winking at the receptionist as she heads to the elevator. ]

Sorry, baby, we've got some stuff to take care of! Thanks for everything, really, great job. Nice meeting you!

Extra tip in it for you if you make sure those security tapes disappear, too.

[Shoots them a fingergun before joining Req at the elevator, pressing the button a couple times]

The Requiem special, now I'm curious what all's in there... Is it gonna be a coffin or a belltower or something...

[ They call out that they'll see what they can do!! as the elevator doors close.

Req immediately just. Rubs her face, flustered, and waits for the elevator to ding for their floor and for them to wander towards their room. ]

I have no idea. I'm sure there's gonna be somethin' REAL stupid in there though.

Live show stage-themed? That'd actually be pretty awesome...

... you'd bone on stage?

[ with some amusement, that does. seem in line with this trend of public sneaking.

anyway, passing the key card over the lock once they find their room and flicking on the lights as they enter to...

well. something not unlike this, though there IS an actual (circular) bed in the middle, even if it does have bars to tie restraints to. ]

Maybe backstage like a good groupie, but...

[she trails off as they enter the room and. oh]

So. This was the place for you...by yourself...?

...

I. Whhh.

What. Is half of this junk.

[Wanders further into the room, looking between one setup with a stretcher bar and another with a spanking bench, a cabinet of paddles and a cat o' nine tails hung helpfully nearby]

Um. Is this-- I mean. I guess, you did... Uhhhhm.

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