MASQUERADE PARTY

[masqueradeparty]

[the day of the party has arrived!

right around dinnertime, fairies will try to round up every single character and gesture, lead, or pull them towards the courtyard. there, the miniature castle has finally been completed! there are fairy lights and beautiful singing all around you, and it looks like there's some kind of a party going on in the castle, but...

...but it's still so tiny. how could you possibly get in there? it would be hard just to get your hand through the front door!

but the fairies will persist, and as soon as a character steps into the fairy ring...

they find themselves in the ballroom.

this post has been forward-dated to tonight, of course, so mingle in the comment sections and have a fun time with the different rooms.]

SECTION LINKS FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE:
• The Ballroom
• Side Rooms
• The Garden
• The Altar

Comments

[molotov]

[Molotov seems indignant when he laughs, her face knitting with irritation.]

Do not be stupid, you cannot choke someone with that. Well, you can, but that's not even the good way.

[assassino]

It can be very good.

[Grin]

So you like to be choked in bed? You are no longer the picture of innocence in my mind!

[molotov]

Good for you maybe. It hurts! And I do not even know why you think that. I am very... not innocent. Filthy. That's a good word.

[assassino]

I will have you know some women enjoy that. I cannot fathom why, but I cannot judge.

[And he doesn't.]

And I do not know, either. I suppose it is just a feeling. A killer of men who happens to be delicate under a hard exterior.

[molotov]

Well, you are wrong. And you have small... small hands. Brock's hands are huge, you probably don't even leave handprints. Or you wouldn't if you was the one spanking.

[How can someone even be irritated by being thought of as innocent? I don't know. Molotov is managing it.]

[assassino]

You know nothing of technique, then, only of size.

[molotov]

It's better when your hand can cover more skin, baby hands.

[assassino]

I do not have baby hands, my hands are just fine. The perfect size for pleasuring a woman!

[molotov]

Maybe that's just what they tell you, so you do not feel bad.

[assassino]

[He laughs.]

It is unlikely that the hundreds of women I have slept with all share the same opinion and are all too afraid to tell me. I do not sleep with wilting flowers or shy little girls, I sleep with women who only demand the best.

[molotov]

[Molotov makes a really loud, really drunk noise of disbelief. Like... a scoff mixed with that noise that horses make where their lips flap.]

Either you are a liar, or a shit assassin. I am older than you, and I could not have slept with "hundreds" of men if I wanted to, because I actually work.

[assassino]

The first time I went to bed with a woman, I was fifteen or so. I spent two years running around with my brother every night, and much time was spent in the brothels. Now, I live in a brothel in Venezia. I do a lot of work, but I also do not need to go far to find women who want me.

... Also, it is easy to get more when you sleep with two or three at a time.

[molotov]

I hate to tell you this, but prostitutes are not a good way to judge whether or not you are any good in bed. They get paid to give you the time of your life, which usually wouldn't include being laughed at. Baby hands.

[assassino]

Molotov, I took a woman on the couches an hour ago and she had a fantastic time. [Which is clearly why she never wants to see him again.] No complaints.

You just do not want to admit that I am better at something than you are.

[molotov]

Because you aren't. You have tiny hands and no taste or discretion, and I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a woman who wanted anything besides in-and-out.

[assassino]

I beg to differ. Women adore me.

[molotov]

I never said you had no charm. I said you probably suck at sex.

[Is that more wine? Yes, awesome. Add that to the list of things that Molotov needs right now.]

[assassino]

I certainly do not.

[molotov]

Your entire argument to the contrary seems to be [and here she deepens her voice comically, and tries to layer an Italian accent over her Russian one] "Oh I'm Ezio and I fuck a lot of women, most of them whores, and I can't give you any examples of why that might make me good in bed, but trust me, I'm better than you because I'm Ezio and I have tiny baby hands." Blehh.

[assassino]

[Oh, please. Feeling CHALLENGED:]

You want me to prove it, signora? Come to bed with me.

[molotov]

I can't, you dumb idiot. You want your neck snapped every two weeks for the rest of your time here?

[assassino]

Ahh, but if he were not here or an issue, you would? [grin]

[molotov]

Maybe once, if I was really drunk.

[assassino]

And then you would beg for more!

[molotov]

I doubt it! If your hands are small, probably everything else is too. And anyway, you are probably selfish.