Pretty Pretty Princess: Redux

[enterstageleft]

Who: Those Who Play Games
Where: The Game Tower
When: Day 300

[ Today you step out of the elevators and into the game room to find yourselves in an airy Grand Ballroom. Maybe, if you've been here long enough--you might recognize this room?

At the front of the room is a buffet table featuring finger sandwiches, petit fours, and savory pastries as well as a variety of small desserts complemented by bottoms-up turned teacups and steaming hot kettles set up for self-serve. From nowhere to be seen comes the sound of instruments playing. Up above, tethered to the ceiling, are what appear to be long curtains. …

The small, square tables feature place cards that as of yet are mysteriously empty, but other than that--there is nothing on the table. Those who have walked in and might prefer to walk out again will find they are mysteriously barred from exiting…. ]


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Comments

[overworker]

[Cute...]

I wouldn't tease you if I wasn't okay with you having a taste.

[beautifulend]

Really. Right here, right in front of everyone?

[overworker]

[...oh. they're serious.]

...that depends on how much of a taste you want.

[beautifulend]

[ They press themself against her arm, leaning in close so that their breath tickles against Serenity's ear. Their voice is low; almost a growl. ]

I told you before, didn't I? I want to devour you. Every single part of you. I want to make sure that at least for awhile, you can't think of anything but me.

[overworker]

[Serenity shivers, face quickly turning pink. Her fingers tighten on them.]

Then... my room. Or yours. Just us-- you can have me all to yourself.

[beautifulend]

Mm. Just us.

[ They give her another kiss on the cheek, and still holding her arm steer her hotel-ward. ]

[overworker]

[Serenity keeps pace with them, snug at their side the entire way to to their dorm.]

My room?

[But there's an unspoken "wherever you want to go that's fine" now that they're here.]

[beautifulend]

Sure.

[ They're not particularly picky, so they wheel her over that way. The moment they're inside Serenity's room, though, they don't even stop to close the door before pinning her roughly against the wall, tail wagging behind them with frantic energy. ]

Dearest Serenity. Gentle or rough?

[overworker]

Ah--

[She likes this feeling, pinned to the wall by Sashay's warm body. The thrill, the burst of emotion... In these moments, she does not feel small or lacking. She feels desirable.]

You don't need to be gentle with me. Be as rough as you want.

[beautifulend]

[ Their laugh is actually somewhat ugly, and very bestial. She's the third person to tell them that here, and every time someone says it more and more of their restraint withers away -

- their eyes fix on Serenity like she's their prey, and they bare their fangs while they reach out to brush their clawed fingers lightly against her cheek, and down the side of her neck. ]

Don't tell me things you can't take back, little girl.