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[themistress]

[Hi there, Paradisa! When you come down into the lobby this morning, a strange sight awaits you.

All over, there are signs of someone desperately trying to create a... well, a something, in virtually every medium thinkable. Small chunks of the wall are blasted off, where magic was used. Wooden furniture has been carved. There are attempts in paint, all over the floor. There are even large sculptures (ice, clay, cheese), grouped together in the center of the room. Whoever's been doing this seems to have thought that perhaps there's one material which might grant them the leeway to create whatever it is they're trying to create.

Mistress is on her throne (now missing large pieces of itself near the top), very close to the majority of the mayhem, scribbling aborted mark after aborted mark in her journal now. The closest she seems to be able to get is a circle with a line through it, which is clearly making her unhappy. Finally, she dictates:]

I need an artist. Now, if possible.



[ OOC: Open in the lobby or on the journal!

If you want to play with Mistress, and you haven't already done so, please fill out her permissions post! Thank you~ ]

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[brute_shot_bully]

[Nope nope nope this was another test wasn't it. He'd pass. Dammit he'd pass.]

[Or maybe he'd just try too hard. :| ]

[themistress]

[Well, now it was! Mistress had made a point of this last time, so she was a little bit disappointed that it apparently hadn't stuck.

She sighs heavily before taking his hand and physically guiding him.] Not so hard. Last time wasn't your first, was it?

[brute_shot_bully]

No.

[Grunts, defensive, but he's still taking her guidance. It had been a while, though. Longer, really, then he could remember.]

[themistress]

Do you normally have sex with men? [There isn't even a hint of ill connotation in her voice -- the implication is more that the women of Maine's world might be very unlucky people. Then again, she thinks everyone else in this whole damn castle seems to be from "unlucky worlds", so maybe that's not saying so much.]

Rhythm. Rhythm is important here.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He definitely loses his rhythem at that comment.] No. No.

[Nope. Maine was one of the more obnoxiously hetero guys. It was just that training and missions and Project Freelancer had taken up so much of his time and attention that everything else sort of fell by the wayside. Also, his time in the castle as Meta had him entirely asexual and freaking out about contact of any kind, but he tried not to think about those disturbing and hazy memories.]

[He tries to get back into the rhythem of it.]

[themistress]

[Mistress snorts and rolls her eyes. Even the straightest men in her world don't react so viscerally to the idea of sex with other men, but it's a common reaction here! She doesn't get it. It's just sex.]

Not a virgin and no men. Perhaps women in your world are built differently. Regardless, these are basic skills you'll probably use again. Move in circles, not just randomly.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Circles. Right. Got it.]

[He grumbles a little, man this was taking long :| He's thinking maybe if she stops talking for long enough it might help.]

[themistress]

[Well, she can't stop talking, she apparently has to teach him how to properly have sex with a woman! Anyway, if this was taking too long, Maine was always free to go back to celibacy, or whatever was happening before with him before she showed up. Mistress, in her short time in Paradisa, has already determined that the women seem to be far more frigid than the men (who are also frigid, just less so).

When he grumbles, she squints. He's breaking any concentration she might have!] If you're going to pout, we can always just do this the other way 'round, you know.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Okay that shuts him up. He's having flashbacks to an arm with a frightening amount of lube on it. Focusing on those circles.]

[themistress]

[Which she's still a bit confused about. How could he know he wouldn't like it! She has friends who swear by it, you know. Everyone in this castle is such a prude, Mistress just doesn't know how they manage.

With another little huff, she just arches her neck back to look at the ceiling. He's managing well enough. If she really concentrates and thinks about whips, this probably won't be a waste.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[OKay, now they were getting somewhere. Encouraged, he continues his movements, slapping twice at her thigh with his other hand. ]

[themistress]

[After several minutes of very determined fantasizing, Mistress is able to finish, making a stifled noise and biting her lower lip.

They're going to have to have words after he's done, though, she decides. This sort of self-centered behavior on his part just will not do.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Is she done yet? Yes? Hopefully? Okay good. He's taking tight hold of her thighs as he starts moving to finish after what's felt like eternity.]

[themistress]

[She just goes along with this, far less enthusiastically than she probably could. See how it feels, Maine? See how it feels when someone acts like your climax is just a chore??

Mistress is a jerk.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Yeah he doesn't really care he's getting off now boooyaaaah]

[Maine's also a jerk.]

[themistress]

[YEAH ENJOY IT MAINE you might not get another chance.

She just sort of hangs out up there, waiting for him to be done. No matter how annoyed she is, Mistress has a basic sense of courtesy re: sex.]

[brute_shot_bully]

[Yeah Maine definitely needs to learn that basic sense of courtesy re; mostly everything.]

[He finishes with a staisfied sigh and gives her ass a pat.]

[themistress]

[She just gives him a look, then stretches and stands up, crossing over to one of her tables of unfriendly-looking toys.]

Yes, I think that will be the last of that.

[brute_shot_bully]

[Wait, what?]

What? [He stands and stretches, and then glances at the toys she's looking at.]

[themistress]

[Mistress sets something to wiggle intimidatingly, though she then drifts away to snatch a canape off a different table.]

Hmmn? Oh, well, I just can't continue to fuck someone who is only interested in his own orgasm. If there is one place I insist on mutual respect and courtesy, it's coitus.

[brute_shot_bully]

[He grunts.]

I can be courteous. [Defensive. No, don't withhold sex D:]

[themistress]

You haven't shown a propensity for it, yet. Really, the whinging when you don't just get to pump away mindlessly until you're spent? It's childish and disheartening.

[brute_shot_bully]

Uh ...

[Oh, crap. She's ... right?] I'll learn. [Just a new objective. A mission. He can do that. He's good at missions. HE WAS IN THE TOP FIVE HE CAN DO THIS.]

[themistress]

Will you?

[brute_shot_bully]

Yes. [Firm and resolute. Yeah, he'd do just about anything if he thought there was something at stake. Even if there's isn't any sort of a ranking board here, even if there hadn't ever been, the drive was still there.]