( deep within the spaces of the smoked egg, reira sat at her own booth, sprawled across a layer of pillows with a pipe in her hand. it was very rare that she ever smoked, but long before her arrival here, her nights were often filled with the scent of nicotine from her former young lover, a westwood lighter orb dangling between the two as they promised to keep in touch despite the obstacles that came with both of them being in rival bands. her desire to linger in a place like this came from a need to reminisce over the past and mull over some of the mistakes she's made, but really she's just lonely and bored. there's only so much that could be done in her suite, only so many people she knew who she could call upon to spend time with her, and only oh so much sex to be had.
for her things were starting to slowly becoming repetitive— and so an opportunity to comfort someone, even in a place like this was something she looked forward to. even if she had insisted he needn't push himself so hard for her sake.
still when that familiar voice came rolling in through the cloud of smoke and soft jazzy tunes, she peaked her head up and offered a relaxed smile to hiyori. the smell of vanilla tobacco filled the air as she sat up and offered the seat next to her for him. )
No, all yours. Sorry I was probably hanging around the worst place imaginable when I texted you, so we don't have to stay long. Come sit—
( with a playful tone, she patted the pillow and encouraged him to come forth. )
[He can feel people watching from the neighboring tables: the lovely Queen, and the person lucky enough to be her date at the smoke lounge. Such attention may make others uncomfortable, but not him. They can look all they want, and they can think whatever they please.]
I wouldn't go that far. I don't like to smoke, but I can think of worse places than this around.
[Like the bondage club or the Roost. Or the maintenance area, with its eerie dark tunnels and whispering voices.
... or the Punishment Room. That's a place within the resort, too, he learned the hard way.
He drops to his knees gracefully and takes a seat upon a cushion. He doesn't want to breathe in any smoke, but once they're at eye-level (and nose-level) he gets a whiff of that vanilla scent anyway, causing him to a blink a few times in surprise.]
That's not what I expected that to smell like. I thought it'd smell all stale and gross.
[He's willing to sit with her in the lounge... but hopefully she doesn't mind some gentle ribbing about her smoking habit.]
( the restless chatter surrounding them doesn't quite escape her, but given that she had been used to such buzzing from her time being a celebrity back home, it was easy to drown out the sounds without much effort. in fact her own attitude made it seem she couldn't even hear it— opting to relax and focus on her guest. his comfort and happiness mattered to quite a bit in this moment, especially because she understood what it was like to be in pain over losing someone. )
I'm glad, and don't worry it's not a habit I partake in often.
( especially because she had to keep her voice in prime condition— or rather she did back home. wasn't she free from that here? those pressures? she wasn't sure anymore but for now she smiled once they got to eye level, putting the hookah pipe she had in her hands onto the table before them. )
Apparently this is more unique way of enjoying tobacco. I've actually never used one of these before but apparently they're all the rage. Smells nice doesn't it? Anyways do you want to order something for yourself? I'll cover it.
[He understands instantly. It's why he wouldn't consider smoking himself. That, and he doesn't like the smell. But cigarettes and cigars don't usually smell of vanilla. The scent is sweet without being overpowering, and pleasantly smoky, almost like a cologne. He finds he doesn't mind breathing it in.
Though he's also not quite sure he wants to order anything like that for himself.]
So they sell snacks too, hm?
[He thinks he did see a couple of people feeding each other. Probably dangling cherries over each other's mouths.]
I'm not sure what's on their menu. And it's impossible to tell what other people are eating or drinking, since it's so very dark in here. So!
Yeah back home I had to follow a lot of little 'rules', not just for my voice but also for my appearance. You know what that's like right?
( he certainly didn't have to answer that question because she assumed he did— she didn't comment on it, but his appearance clearly suggested he took good care of himself or rather had to. if she had to guess, they both probably avoided the sun for the most part, even if those trivial worries didn't matter much in the end here.
still with the looming threat of learning more about this place and the need to bring him something for his company, she focused on the task at hand, eyes wandering around for a staff member before she stood up. cherries being erotically fed to each wouldn't do, but she could get him something for himself in the meantime. )
Alright, I promise not to get you anything too weird and hopefully...um well you'll forgive me if it's laced with anything weird.
( she might have been a bit silly and careless for the most part, but she at the very least knew about how things here could be laced with aphrodisiacs to send them all towards that little goal the resort had.
with a smile, reira nearly bounced off her seat and walked off to speak to a staff member, placing an order for their most basic snacks [chips, pretzels] and a few sodas to keep things light for now. once it was settled, she came back and returned to her previous seat and smiled at her companion. )
So it sounds like you know quite a bit about this place. I feel like the more I learn....the less I understand anything at all. I thought if I just went with the flow of things, I'd be alright but it does seem weird things happen regardless, fully outside of our control. I mean that cupid from before was something.
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for her things were starting to slowly becoming repetitive— and so an opportunity to comfort someone, even in a place like this was something she looked forward to. even if she had insisted he needn't push himself so hard for her sake.
still when that familiar voice came rolling in through the cloud of smoke and soft jazzy tunes, she peaked her head up and offered a relaxed smile to hiyori. the smell of vanilla tobacco filled the air as she sat up and offered the seat next to her for him. )
No, all yours. Sorry I was probably hanging around the worst place imaginable when I texted you, so we don't have to stay long. Come sit—
( with a playful tone, she patted the pillow and encouraged him to come forth. )
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I wouldn't go that far. I don't like to smoke, but I can think of worse places than this around.
[Like the bondage club or the Roost. Or the maintenance area, with its eerie dark tunnels and whispering voices.
... or the Punishment Room. That's a place within the resort, too, he learned the hard way.
He drops to his knees gracefully and takes a seat upon a cushion. He doesn't want to breathe in any smoke, but once they're at eye-level (and nose-level) he gets a whiff of that vanilla scent anyway, causing him to a blink a few times in surprise.]
That's not what I expected that to smell like. I thought it'd smell all stale and gross.
[He's willing to sit with her in the lounge... but hopefully she doesn't mind some gentle ribbing about her smoking habit.]
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I'm glad, and don't worry it's not a habit I partake in often.
( especially because she had to keep her voice in prime condition— or rather she did back home. wasn't she free from that here? those pressures? she wasn't sure anymore but for now she smiled once they got to eye level, putting the hookah pipe she had in her hands onto the table before them. )
Apparently this is more unique way of enjoying tobacco. I've actually never used one of these before but apparently they're all the rage. Smells nice doesn't it? Anyways do you want to order something for yourself? I'll cover it.
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[He understands instantly. It's why he wouldn't consider smoking himself. That, and he doesn't like the smell. But cigarettes and cigars don't usually smell of vanilla. The scent is sweet without being overpowering, and pleasantly smoky, almost like a cologne. He finds he doesn't mind breathing it in.
Though he's also not quite sure he wants to order anything like that for himself.]
So they sell snacks too, hm?
[He thinks he did see a couple of people feeding each other. Probably dangling cherries over each other's mouths.]
I'm not sure what's on their menu. And it's impossible to tell what other people are eating or drinking, since it's so very dark in here. So!
[He flashes her a friendly smile.]
I'll let you choose!
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( he certainly didn't have to answer that question because she assumed he did— she didn't comment on it, but his appearance clearly suggested he took good care of himself or rather had to. if she had to guess, they both probably avoided the sun for the most part, even if those trivial worries didn't matter much in the end here.
still with the looming threat of learning more about this place and the need to bring him something for his company, she focused on the task at hand, eyes wandering around for a staff member before she stood up. cherries being erotically fed to each wouldn't do, but she could get him something for himself in the meantime. )
Alright, I promise not to get you anything too weird and hopefully...um well you'll forgive me if it's laced with anything weird.
( she might have been a bit silly and careless for the most part, but she at the very least knew about how things here could be laced with aphrodisiacs to send them all towards that little goal the resort had.
with a smile, reira nearly bounced off her seat and walked off to speak to a staff member, placing an order for their most basic snacks [chips, pretzels] and a few sodas to keep things light for now. once it was settled, she came back and returned to her previous seat and smiled at her companion. )
So it sounds like you know quite a bit about this place. I feel like the more I learn....the less I understand anything at all. I thought if I just went with the flow of things, I'd be alright but it does seem weird things happen regardless, fully outside of our control. I mean that cupid from before was something.