Monsterhearts: The Summer Folk

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Dylan poured the pills into their hand carefully and moved their fingers around to shift the collection on their palm. Examining them told them little, but The Maker had sometimes given them drugs, these looked familiar and Dylan pocketed them and set the vase down. These might come in handy at the party.

Dylan found a green and black beach wrap that hung artfully to almost their knees and a jade green silky tank that matched perfectly. They also found a pair of black bikini bottoms that were small enough to fit their narrow waist and very slightly flared hips. There was a pair of black harem pants, but Dylan knew they didn't have enough money for all of it. But they did have a handful of X - a pill or tow could go a long way.

They made their way to the counter and laid their choices down. He offered the girl at the counter a demure smile and the small wad of cash. "Uh, I'm a little short - but I think I can make it up to you," they said, producing a single white tablet from their pocket.

Spoiler

Dylan, rolled 4 using 2d6+1.  Turn Someone On. Marking Experience, but so much for pulling that string to tempt the cashier to accept drugs as payment, Should've noticed the Straight Edge X on the back of her hand, huh? How much of the stuff will she give me for what I have? Also, do I take the Condition "Ashamed of failure"? It will give me another experience. I need a new die roller.

 

[roll to seduce]

She doesn't even lower her phone, she looks down on the counter, then up at Dylan. 

"Oh my god!"

Dylan could hear the camera snap from her phone as she was very quickly typing.

"You know, like, some of those are for girl, you pervert."

She moved the bottoms to the top of the pile and snapped another photo. It was first then she spotted the pill, covering her mouth.

She mouths another "oh my god" as she taps further on her phone.

"Is that a roofie!?"

She gasped, she had no idea what they looked like. But, what she percieved to be somewhat of an odd guy just walked in her store, tried to buy women's underwear. And then tried to drugged her.

She turns to Selene with a worried expression: "Are you like okay, he didn't like try anything in any of the changing rooms?"

[Chiyako]

As clothes were picked from racks Selene's full attention returned to her new friend, or at least the person she hoped might become a friend. The green and black beach wrap earned a nod of approval, as did the tank top. They would look good together! Probably! The bikini bottoms were a strange touch, but who was she to judge? Heck, for all she knew Dylan was actually a girl! It had been a curiosity she'd wished desperately to sate, however not one she knew how to in any sort of comfortable way. All of her ideas seemed a bit too forward, and she wasn't about to ruin a perfectly good friendship in the making just for that!

I think Dylan could pull off either, in all honesty!

Following along beside Dylan the little witch offered the girl behind the counter a friendly, albeit faintly nervous smile. Upon hearing that Dylan was short on money Selene readied herself to snap to the rescue, only to see the boy whip out what appeared to be some sort of pill! Eyes widened a bit, a mixture of confusion and curiosity and surprise spread across her face. Was Dylan someone who dealt in drugs!?

I did not see that coming! Oh gosh. Am I going to get into trouble?

It was the girl's reaction which caused her attention to shift and her expression to change more to one of confusion. Her smile disappeared, replaced by a slightly disappointed frown. A hand raised, settling upon Dylan's arm, offering a brief squeeze of encouragement. She couldn't do much about the pill, as she didn't even know what it was, but she did decide that she could try to assist with everything else!

"A-are you trying to say that Dylan isn't a girl?"

Unfortunately her attempts at defending Dylan didn't come out quite as confidently as she'd hoped they would. To be fair she didn't really know either, but still! The attempt itself was noble, right?

Spoiler

Attempted to Shut Down the girl behind the counter by shaming her for her potential ignorance! Unfortunately rolled a 2 and a 4, and with Selene's -1 to Cold it resulted in a bungled roll. Will mark experience. A poor attempt was made!

 

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Dylan gave Selene a weak, appreciative smile, "Thanks, Selene," The Hollow said, their voice soft and high, "It's okay."

They turned the smile on the clerk, trying to find a confidence they didn't really feel. "Even if I am a boy, what's to say these are for me?" they ask, patting the stack of clothes softly, "Could be for Selene, here."

Dylan picked up the pill with their thumb and forefinger, holding it up in front of their jade green eyes. "This, though? If it is a roofie, what are you going to do to me if I take it?"

Spoiler

Dylan, rolled 8 using 2d6-1.  Keep my cool. I'm afraid this is not eXtacy and the clerk is going to tell all the kids at the party I'm some kind of monster.

 

[roll to seduce]

She snapped another photo, this time including Selene, then spoke to Selene:

"He's kinda girly, I guess, but he's just pretending to try to get you in your pants. I bet this is like his tactic. He's probably even like 30. I'm sure he's going to pressure into taking one of those pills and before you know it you wake up to him inside of you. It happens, I've scene on a true crime show."

As Dylan tried to right the situation she finally puts down her phone. She added:

"See he admits it."

When Dylan raised the pill up she looked actually shocked. She reached for the phone.

"Oh my god take it, I'm gonna live stream it so everyone will know what kinda creep you are."

She showed little interest in actually taking care of Dylan if the pill turned out to be something insidious. They'd be by the mercy of the clerk, Selene, and whoever watches the stream that could be close enough to help.

She did whisper to Selene:

"When he's out I'll show you he's a guy."

[Chiyako]

A smile was cast down upon the little witch, and from it Selene felt warmth rise to her cheeks. Her attempts were appreciated, at least! She hadn't made a mistake! Well, not one big enough to hurt things between them, anyhow. That heat within her face only grew more vibrant however when Dylan mentioned the idea that the clothes might have been for her. Not that they were bad clothes at all, but the idea of trying them on for some reason embarrassed her, perhaps because she pictured doing so for Dylan. If Dylan was a girl then it wasn't as big of a deal, but if he was a boy? Well that was simply too much to imagine!

Gosh.

The snapping of a photo caused Selene to jump slightly, tense for a moment, and then relax when she noticed that the girl in front of them had taken it. She wanted to correct her, to say that she wasn't wearing pants, but decided not to. It was a figure of speech, she knew that. Correcting her might have been some way to restore some of her own confidence, but in the moment it might have made things worse. She didn't really need to do that, because the girl behind the counter was doing it for her.

Pink shifted to red across her face as the girl spoke of Dylan slipping her a pill and, even more embarrassingly, being inside of her! Having sex with her! Without her consent, no less! Not that sex was a terrible thing, of course. At least it probably wasn't. She hadn't tried it. It was probably great! Everyone said it was great! Even her books said it was great! But sex wasn't why she was here, right? Besides, Dylan probably would not have agreed to such a thing! Sure, she had considered the idea, and not just with Dylan, not even just with a boy, but still! Now this was on her mind!

Selene blinked a few times, lids fluttering in her attempt to clear her mind, to rid her of the brief flashes of imagination, the idea of doing things with Dylan, perhaps in the changing room, maybe even with the girl too. There were more important things to worry about right now, like for instance Dylan's challenge with the pill! Her gaze lifted up towards it, embarrassment only carried forward with the boy's question. She understood what a roofie was. Her books had disclosed that information to her. His words seemed to suggest something, something which the girl ended up somehow angling towards with her own whispered words.

"H-huh? Oh. Oh gosh."

Hands nervously closed together in front of her, fingers playing with the cup of water. Was Dylan not just making things worse!? But then she was curious, both about the pill and about Dylan.

"W-what kind of pill is it?

Her attempt at a distraction, and her attempt to sate her curiosity.

[roll to seduce]

With both girls watching and a camera recording, Dylan swallows the pill and his pupils dilate.

Over in Bay Shore we in one of nicer houses, not to far from the Highschool lives the Miller twins. They're more popular online than at school and are known for pushing the limits of the dress code. They share a room about the size of a studio apartment. They've got a bed in each corner and using a large bookshelf and some curtains been able to more or less separate them. Otherwise the room was kinda messy, the corner intended for photoshoots was tidy, but otherwise there were clothes everywhere. The walls were busy with posters. Their sofa was piled with outfits and stuffed animals.

Robin and Velvet made it there as they were trying out outfits for the party. Though at the prospect of dolling up Robin for thier respective channels were too good to turn down. Samantha was in the walk-in closet tossing out bathing suits. Both girls were fairly busty, but they'd also almost doubled their bust size since starting highschool. So they had quite a few sizes. Lizzie, wearing just a tank top and panties, was sitting on her knees. Scrolling through make up ideas with Velvet. 

Robin sat somewhat isolated on a pink round ottoman watching.

How does Robin feel about being a model? 

What does Velvet plan to wear to the party?

[WickedCadrach]

Robin sat on the ottoman with her ankles crossed and her hands gripping the edge of the pink cushion top as if it might fly off at any moment. Her dark, ankle-length skirt draped her legs, but in the bright 'stage-lighting' of the tiktokers' set, the slim curve of her calf and knee was nearly as apparent as it would have been naked. The white, dollar-store shoes that she wore to work at the concession stand were visible against the more animated colors of the twins' room, and Robin had tugged the cuffs of her wrist-length top over her thumbs as she fidgeted nervously at the braid that bundled her midnight-dark hair over her shoulder. 

"I'm, um... Lizzy?" Robin stammered bashfully, looking at the tripod the twins used to brace their cameras or phones for filming. "Are you sure its ok? I mean, I've never been in a video like this before... I don't want to, um, m-mess anything up. For you." 

Robin picked up a neon-green piece of clothing that had been dropped off the side of the ottoman, thinking it might have been a set of panties and dropping it as it unrolled in her fingers to show a net of attached straps criss-crossing into a one piece that left very little piece between the top and bottom. 

"Maybe this isn't a good idea," Robin said hurriedly, feeling the sort of anxiety usually reserved for exams and talks with her father. "I mean. Derek was probably just teasing, right? He doesn't really expect me to show up?" 

[roll to seduce]

Lizzie looksled away from from her phone, still grinning from looking at ideas. She tilted her head imagining her make up ideas on Robin's face.

"We can totally just do pictures, they don't even have to be that slutty. Our fans're gonna love it."

She puts down her phone to gesture as she in a airy voice adds:

"Church girl gone wild."

She snickered a little picking up her phone again to continue swiping through ideas.

"You know Derek follows our instagram. He invited you, so when we're done he's totally gonna want you. I also heard he's packing, so I'm kinda jelly. You have to tell us about it afterwards."

Samantha finally came out of the closet. A pile of clothing by her feet.

"We got a lot of outfits to get through, and we have to get ready too. So slip out of those nasty rags and try some of these on!"

She commanded in a playful tone. Picking up a piece of clothing squeeling in excitement from its potential.

[WickedCadrach]

Robin could feel her face paling. She was trying to keep up, but the tiktok girls turning out their closets and selecting a pallet for her makeover were starting to make her nervous, and she found all she could do was weakly echo what was said to her. 

"Not that slutty? ... gone wild? ... He's packing?"  

This last comment actually confused her for a bare moment before Robin caught on to what the euphemism entailed, feeling her eyes widen and her face flush in response. It was yet another reminder that simply by being here, she had already strayed off the map... and 'here there be dragons'.

However, the recollection that Derek was a man and that he did in fact have a penis was tempered by the nerve-inducing realization that he might see her on tiktok before she even left for the party. If he liked what he saw, he might even be waiting for her. Robin could almost visualize Derek parting the crowd of college party-goers, descending a sweeping staircase toward her with a look of awe on his face as he took her hand. 

Samantha's insult to her clothing drew her out of this reverie with the sharp sting of reality. 

"Right," she said dejectedly. And taking the first outfit Samantha offered, Robin slipped behind the curtain dividing the room in an instinctive act of modesty. It was woefully insufficient, even given the spaciousness of the twins' room, and it took less than a head-tilt for Velvet and the other two to see the blue cotton of the simple, high-waisted 'granny panties' and equally plain bra Robin wore as her skirt and top were folded onto the nearest bed. 

When she re-emerged, Robin held her elbow as if curling in protectively on herself, her other hand tugging the bottom of a dark, hip-hugging skirt that only came down to her mid-thigh. A black crop-top exposed the pale skin of her midriff and the slender curve of her navel while its fishnet sleeves crisscrossed down her arms to two small loops that she hadn't been able to figure out but that the other girls knew immediately were meant to go around her thumb and middle finger to secure the sleeves. 

"I don't know..." Robin said, sounding only a little less awkward than she felt. "It feels a bit... much...?" And she placed a hand over the low-cut neck, feeling where the cold silver of her cross necklace lay in her modest cleavage—now being helped along by the crop-top's tight shaping. She had taken off her shoes but Samantha's bundle included a pair of dark stockings that came up high enough to cover her knees and leave a light band of exposed skin between their hem and the bottom of the skirt, and Robin kept shifting on her toes, squirming in a way that made it obvious she felt like she was completely naked below the waist. 

Spoiler

//Rolled an 8 to Turn Velvet On , so Velvet can choose to give Robin a String for that attraction or to have a reaction (make a promise, get awkward, or escalate things)//

As she caught sight of herself in the closet mirror, Robin felt a flutter in her heart and a cold tension in her stomach. Her father's coarse voice rose in the back of her mind in that moment, accompanied by an unwelcome memory.

In the memory she was smaller, sitting on a bench at the mall food court during a summer day. Her mother was joining them soon but her daddy had stopped to get her a hotdog while they waited. She was pointing. Look at the pretty lady, Dad! she'd said with the innocence of the child she had been. The woman in her memory had been wearing a skirt like this one. Her father had scowled, and from his voice it was clear to Robin that she was in trouble like she so often was. Harlot, he'd said under his breath. There should be laws. And turning to her, his eyes hard and his hand gripping her wrist, he'd said, If I ever catch you dressing like that, I'll throw you out on the street with the other whores. And then, letting go and taking a bite of his hotdog, as if he'd only said something natural, her father added, I'd sooner see you dead than walking like that in public. 

For the second time, Robin broke her reverie, her hands clutching her elbows as she bit her lip against the dread boiling up inside. She wanted to quit, to take it all off, go home and bury her face in her pillow—to forget she'd ever even tried. It was too much, too terrifying. 

Spoiler

//Robin is terrified of being seen in revealing clothes or being thought of as 'slutty'. Rolled Cold to Keep Her Cool and got 8

I think Robin probably ends up surrendering control to Velvet, Samantha, and Lizzy here, but I'll gladly defer however our MC thinks she makes herself more vulnerable from going through with this.//

"I don't think I can do this," Robin said, her eyes locking onto Velvet's, the vulnerability in the statement clear on her lips as she held herself tighter. 

Edited Friday at 11:03 PM by WickedCadrach
Lost a roll spoiler, added back in

[DreamsnThings]

"sorry about that guys, had to take a call really quick from my.. old man" velvet walked back in, she had been looking through makeup ideas with lizzie but something had... come up for a moment making her step away. she was only gone for about 3 maybe 5 minutes, and it looks like well she was gone, things had already happened. spectacularly. great.

Sigh

Velvet had allready gotten changed, switching over to what at first glance seemed less revealing than her normal outfit, being a white T shirt with a black skull, and a cute bottom with a matching little skull itself covering her little cooch... on closer inspection though it became a little too clear that bottom was basically a thong turned into a bikini bottom, with hardly any fabric on the sides and very little in the back. well the white T shirt for the pool party hid a risqu~e little secret... with a pool party being what it was she knew it would get wet, get see through, and reveal that rather than a proper top she had a mix of black fishnets lining her torso well her nipples themselves where simply covered by two crosses made of black duct tape, with a hand full of little accesseries on her wrists, neck, or ears.. usually with a matching little skull motif depicting a cartoonish skull.

..but back on track, now that she had returned from her mental conversation with mr ascars she came back to robin seemingly having second thoughts, holding that neon green little thing as it spooked the poor thing in all its glory

seeing how... hesitant robin was in all this velvet chimed in "izzy, sam, you have some wigs you like to use when your throwing together a cosplay right? maybe let her use one for the photos with the medical mask you used last Halloween liz, when you dressed up as the slutty nurse? make her a little harder to recognize but still lets her be a cute shy little model?"

sneaking a little closer velvet whispered to robin "dont take it to heart, when they get like this they loose any filter, last week they let slip that they wanted to swap out my skank look for something a little more retro gothic, they mean well. really" at that velvet went back to look at the makeup options Liz had grabbed well she was away...

...

a little time had passed, and robin had changed outfits. looking up from the phone velvet planned to give a compliment to robin regardless... but hot damn... the little holy girl was worth worshipping for, given a chance Vel would absolutely get on her knees. "Robi, I can say with certainty that you are going to be the cutest little lady Derek has seen all night~ if your not careful your going to turn a few heads other than his"

Spoiler

Robin gains +1 string on velvet, for a total of 2...?

It became clear that robin was... hesitant to go through with it... pausing long for a few seconds... seeming to think, a whicked glint in her eyes as she had... an Idea. Velvet grabbed robins hand, pulling her over to a plush pink bean bag the size of a small bed the twins used as a couch. before pulling her down onto it, sitting next to her hip to hip. "Robi... let me tell you a story a little birdy told me once, a friend of mine grew up in a... very strict home... a very confining home... almost like a bird cage itself. that friend spent all of their time listening to rules, following what others told her to do, believing that she had to do that to make others happy... the problem? trying to force herself to be what others wanted her to be... stopped her from being herself. soon all the stress and pressure others heaped onto the poor little thing built up and up... and up till she was... sick of it frankly, she fought with her folks and cut them off entirely... last I heard she had not spoken to them since, to make matters worse. her sister that she looked up too ended up kissing a decan at her church! that sister was a youth leader and it crushed my friend when she found out what happened... my point is this.  If every choice you make is for someone else, or about someone else... then who are you? I wont force you to do this, but you like this guy... and ever since you helped me out I wanted to make sure I did the same... now, do you feel like being the sexiest girl this side of the Neck? or do you feel like going home and hiding yourself because you think someone else wouldn't like it? live for yourself sweetheart, be happy."
 

Spoiler

Mr ascars +1 string for a total of 3 to take a little peak
Velvet gets +1 string on robin! she apparently turned her on? wonder why :D

 

Edited April 10 by DreamsnThings
Poking the sad birdy where its tender<3

[WickedCadrach]

As Robin joined Velvet on the soft, pink bean bag chain, the sinking surface sliding them knee to knee, she listened. She listened quietly because that was what Robin had been brought up to do, and the longer she listened the more confused she became. 

She saw the lesson in the story Velvet was telling her, of course, but when she mentioned the sister who kissed the deacon, Robin flinched. Did she know? No, how could she? She had never told a soul. Nobody in Potter's Neck, apart from her mom and aunt, really knew what had happened back home—why her father wasn't here with them. Was it just coincidence?

Robin lifted her chin, meeting Velvet's eyes and feeling drawn to them. Makeup and skulls, black polish and bare legs... Robin was again caught in the contradiction of her. She had every warning sign Robin had been raised to heed, and a part of her was still frightened by her... but she found herself drawn to her again and again. Holding her hand on the bean bag chair, their fingers slipped together, a momentary lacing as Robin felt her blood beginning to burn. There was one way she might know... a way Robin wasn't sure she believed in anymore.

Looking into those shadowed eyes, Robin felt that tremble of fear and curiosity pulling her in again, and a stray thought, poetic and awestruck, strayed across her brain: the thought of angels and the words 'be not afraid'. There was something angelic in Velvet's beautiful darkness, she realized... perhaps in her prescience as well. 

And before she knew what she was doing, Robin nodded. 

"Yes," she exhaled faintly. Then again, a bit louder. "Yes." She pushed to her feet, feeling electric and a little dizzy. She was making this choice. She was doing it. 

Damn the consequences. She was living tonight. 

Turning to Lizzy, she said, "I won't need the wig and mask. I trust you. I want to be... hot." The word came out of her adult mouth like a child's first time swearing, stilted and awkward. "I want to be sexy."

And turning to Velvet and Samantha, her limbs jittery with nerves and the restrained anxiety of the dramatic choice she'd just made, Robin said, "I don't know what to do. But I trust you. Thank you." And giving Velvet's hand another squeeze, she earnestly begged, "Please. Choose a swimsuit for me. I have no idea how to begin. Please." And Robin's sad eyes lit up like stars for that moment. 

Edited Friday at 11:05 PM by WickedCadrach

[roll to seduce]

Liz lit up with excitement, turning to Velvet

"You brough us a good little..."

She paused for a moment to correct herself:

"...model. We're gonna get so many hits on this. We'll make her the hottest bitch at the party."

Lizzie then moved Robin in front of the make-up mirror. She was swift, despite her messy room she knew exactly where everything was. 

What does the make up look like?

Lizzie whispers to Robin as she works:

"You totally's gonna owe us for this. If you're like super popular you have to like come try some more outfits"

Spoiler

I'm gonna treat Lizzie and Sam as one person for this, but she's gonna take a string on Robin.

Sam was rifling through the bathingsuit, bent over on her knees in front of the others. She calls Velvet over. None of the options are particularly covering, they're swimsuits. The least revealing one they had was a japanese styled school swimsuit they used for a fetish shoot once, and it wasn't in the pile of options.

[DreamsnThings]

Velvet watched robin take a moment to listen, to internalize what she was saying... the story was different enough to sound like it might be based on someone else, but similar enough strike home. vel had been through this before, half of why she was as... "popular" as she was was because she always seemed to relate, to know what everyone wants and needs, and was able to say just the right thing...

the gothic girly was fake as fuck and she knew it, and to an extent, embraced it... but the way this good little Christian girl looked at her right there like she was some kind of... holy guidance or some shit... made velvet more than a little guilty as she lightly squeezed robins hand as their fingers interlaced, there was a guilt welling up in her chest as she knew where this was headed...

letting out a little laugh hearing her... inevitable answer, all she needed was a push... a nudge to feel like she deserved to be sexy and here we are. standing up as sammy took robin over to the swimsuits... thinking for a moment vel pipes up "hold on I think I got it..." before troting off to some of the non swimsuits, grabbing a rather nice lightweight white mini jacket, along with a pair of white stockings before coming back to the swimsuits and pulling out a relatively small skyblue bikini that was somewhere between a bikini and a wrap.. which would actually be rather modest if it wasnt a tad small... if robin wanted to keep her nipples covered well wearing this, she would end up with a fair bit of underbust along with the cleavage a bikini normally has, mostly because the strip of fabric was only about 3 inches wide at its thickest with a metal ring holding the two "cups" of the "bikini" together "now this is a little bit... of a daring set over all I would say, all of them are.. but I wanted to grab something for you that lines up a little with your pure appearance but gives a sultry undertone, I also wanted to grab a jacket that would work nicely with the outfit, zip it half way up and you have a little more control of how much skin you show... I do recommend being ready to take it off before you get in the water, its not exactly... "made" to be swimwear but its cute, same for the stockings, I figured these helped toe the line with you feeling like your a little more covered without subtracting from the... well, sex appeal you naturaly have hun. aside from all that, I feel like white and sky blue go well with your brown hair and pretty eyes, gives the feeling of looking up at a beautiful sky through the treetops ya know? Im a little jealous honestly, I dont have the right face to pull off the "beautiful but doesn't know it" look you have going hun" looking over to sam velvet quickly added "atleast this was my first thought, Im by no means the expert, thats your area hun~"

[WickedCadrach]

Robin's cheeks pinked as Velvet extolled her various virtues and the sex appeal of her admittedly innocent and guileless face. The fire she still felt at her choice pushed her on, holding her firm as her gothic friend selected the pieces of her outfit. 

"Thank you," she said a little breathlessly, feeling embarrassed by the compliments. It felt exceedingly strange to be in a room with three gorgeous young women, college-aged girls who had clearly had experience in using makeup and fashion to highlight their own natural appeal, and to be told that she had something they couldn't pull off. The idea sent a flutter through her chest that simultaneously made her want to squeal at the acceptance and to bury her face in the nearest pillow out of bashfulness.

"I–This means so much," she added finally, mustering the courage to look back into Velvet's celestial eyes. "You are so beautiful and confident, and I'm just so... me." Looking down at the outfit she'd initially tried on, Robin looked at the slenderness of her pale limbs, the relative modesty of her chest, and couldn't help but feel the contrast with Velvet's curves and softness, the exposed arc of the other girl's hip where it met her thigh and a slice of butt-cheek was laid bare for the world to see and desire. 

Feeling jittery and a little silly at her show of gratitude, Robin looked down at the ensemble in Velvet's hands. For a moment she was confused why the outfit had a belt but no top—her ears flushing even harder as she figured it out. Velvet's smooth and reassuring tone swiftly calmed her though, and Robin gave a nod as she accepted the bundle. 

"Ok. I'll stop stalling and try this on." And slipping behind the curtain for a moment, Robin hastily changed, tightening the bikini as best she could before slipping on the mini jacket and taking a deep breath. 

"It's ok," she whispered. "This is good. Change is good."

A moment later, Robin emerged from behind the curtain. She wasn't covering herself the way she had with the first outfit, but it was clear from the stiff way her arms fidgeted at her side that she was fighting the impulse. 

"Well...?" she asked cautiously, biting her lip and staring with tentative hope in her eyes. "Am I party ready?" 

(Pic - not perfect but hopefully caught the spirit of the outfit Velvet selected)

Spoiler

 

[DreamsnThings]

Velvet felt a pang of guilt, robin was... on the list from Mr. Ascars, so something along these lines were inevitable... but the way robin looked at her, the way she thanked me.. like I was someone worth believing in... made me.. made Vel feel like the absolute biggest piece of trash.

but enough of that! the thank you was nice in its own right, a smile covered vels blackened lips, the ebony mat lipstick, heavy eyeshadow, and various edgy little decorations were a stark contrast to the borderline bubbly personality vel had as she went about checking for little bits of costume jewelry the twins had, fairly high quality stuff all considered, and spotting a pair of cross earrings.. as she went to grab them to pass over to robin, thinking they would make a nice little match she felt a searing pain where her fingers touched the symbol... fake as it was, it was still a cross... and it was a unpleasant reminder of what she was..

thinking quick she grabbed a nearby scarf that vaguely matched the blue of her bikini before using it to grab the jewelry. turning around and trotting over with a forced little smile, feeling an unpleasent heat through the scarf even like this... "ok lets try a little accessorizing, I have a couple bits and bobs to go with your necklace, and a little scarf we can try... probably would be too much, but never hurts to mix things up to see what works" velvet... really did not care for the scarf itself... but she figured an extra cross or two would help protect robin, even if only a little, from a certain man.

velvet was... absolutely pleased with what she saw, despite the fact that robin looked like a small animal who wanted to crawl into a hole to hide, she was trying her best and looked so cuuute well doing it<3... and a... questionable idea slipped into her head...

stepping closer velvet wrapped her arms around robins back loosely, a warm smile on her lips as she spoke sugary sweet~ words dripping with honey "well you look party ready... on the surface... but if you want to be ready to actually be seen... especially by a guy you like who might... get handsy... or more... I can try a little shock therapy to make you feel a bit more comfy at the party itself... that said it will probably be more embarassing in the really short term... your choice hun" Vel was... slowly being less and less subtle, letting her little hug tighten, her hands lightly resting on robins exposed lower back, her tumb lightly slipped under the bikini bottoms top to lightly caress one of her butt cheeks, well she slowly, but firmly, pressed her own chest against robins, bringing her lips close to hers as she whispered sweetly "you probably have no experience hun, if you just ask, we can get a little practice and suddenly the party wont feel so... intimidating?" the twins... both knew vels preferences, and have both spent a little time having a little fun with vel, nothing serious, but they knew enough to know that velvets offer here was serious... regardless on how they each would perceive it<3

[WickedCadrach]

Robin stiffened bit, going still as her brain tried to process what was happening, misfiring at each gentle trace of Vel's fingertips on her bare skin. The soft curve of her butt tightened up and her chest suddenly felt like her ribs were suffocating her, too tight for her lungs. But in spite of all of this, Robin was aware of a warm blossoming in her body, like she'd just stepped into a hot bath and that warmth was spreading through every vein, from toe to fingertip. She felt suddenly like she might have to go to the bathroom, and reflexively gave a small, anxious laugh.

"V-velvet..." Robin stammered. Her face felt hot, and she awkwardly looked away from Velvet's eyes. She was so close, nearly nose to nose, and Robin felt hyperaware of every point of contact. From the brush of her T-shirt against Robin's bare skin, to the pressure of her breasts against the bandeau strip covering Robin's pebbling nipples. 

She smelled like honey and cypress, and in her dark hair, Robin felt she could detect a distant scent like the burning of applewood in a bonfire. Yes. That's what she smelled like—like a fire burning in far away darkness. 

The offer was terrifying in its implications. But she believed Velvet could sense things about her, just like her prescient comment earlier that seemed to come directly from Robin's past. She knew... without Robin telling her, she knew... Virgin. Scared. Inexperienced. And of course, Robin knew she was inexperienced. She'd never been with a boy. She only knew what she'd seen on TV. When she was still young, she and a girl from her Sunday school had talked about things like that, of course. They'd shared theories and their limited knowledge. When they grew bolder, having sleepovers as friends often did, they'd tried practicing kissing... just to see what it was like... to find out what the fuss was about. And when her father had walked in on them practicing, the storm that followed made certain she never did it again. In fact, she'd never seen that girl again... her family stopped coming to their church shortly after that—after all, her father was a deacon, and the deacon helped to protect the flock. 

Robin's lips drew tight, her nerves making her breath come short and shallow. She glanced anxiously past Velvet to Samantha and Lizzie, seeing them watch with unmasked interest. 

Practice. That's all Velvet was offering, right? Just like the kissing practice she'd done years before—though this time, perhaps it would be practice put to use. But just a warm up. But for what? For Derek? To feel his hand on her bare butt... to feel his lips on hers... Robin knew it would not feel the same, instinctively, she just knew it. Kissing a girl like Velvet wouldn't be like kissing a man like Derek Evans... though, it might be close to the experience of kissing Dylan.

Her heart was racing. Time felt stretched, and Robin knew she was taking too long to answer. But if things did go well... if she and Derek—or Dylan—ended up alone... did she want to arrive there with 'no idea' what to do? What to expect?

"Ok..." Robin said in a small voice. Her eyes closing, her lips parting slightly. "I... Please... teach me what to do."

Time was short. They had to be at the party soon, and Robin still needed her makeup done. But right then, her world shrank to the slim space between her and Velvet. She knew Samantha and Lizzie were watching, and she knew they had cameras in the room... but Robin had no space in her heart or mind to consider whether or not those cameras were recording, or how far Velvet would take this 'kissing practice'.

Spoiler

//If you haven't yet, be sure to take that String on Robin, Velvet. Nice Hot roll //

 

Edited Sunday at 04:21 PM by WickedCadrach

[roll to seduce]

Both Sam and Lizzie's eyes widened as they mouthed an "oh my god" at eachother. Both phones where instantly on record, though somewhat stealthy. They haven't been able to record Velvet doing it before despite going all the way with her. This would be perfect, they already had a bunch of girl-on-girl videos on their private account, but Robin was the kind of innocent girl their fans would pay a premium to watch.

Velvet's phone sat on a table, the automatic feed made it to a video of Dylan swallowing a pill, moments after he cracked a calm almost genuine looking smile. We cut to the strip mall. Dylan is sitting in a daze looking at people passing. They have a bag of clothes, containing everything they picked out at the thriftshop. 

How did Dylan pay for this?

Selene was still with them. Sitting next to them on the bench, getting weird looks by the quickly thinning crowd from the mall.

How does Selene feel about Dylan getting high? Why didn't she run away?

[Chiyako]

Weird looks. She was unfortunately used to that sort of thing. In middle school she'd worn more witch appropriate attire, and while in high school this certainly did lessen quite a bit there had still been signs. Now she tried to be more covert about things. Pairing a sundress with a sun hat, for exmaple. It didn't really look like witch attire, but it could feel like it in a way. This however was a bit different.

Is it me? Or. . .?

Amethyst orbs glanced to her side, towards the one who had consumed drugs. She didn't know what they were. Did he? Or she? Actually what even was Dylan? Selene had a hard time figuring that one out. Not that it mattered terribly, but she didn't want to be rude. Being rude was a fast track to losing friends, or at least being unable to gain them.

It's not like Dylan has done anything bad, right? Maybe it will be okay?

The mall had been a good place to start their search. A lot of people their age ventured to it. It was entirely possible that Charlotte was here, although she hadn't seen any signs of her yet. An alternative route would have been to venture over to Robin's place, to try and grab something that belonged to her sister. Then it would be up to Selene alone to track her down. Other people really didn't need to know just how real her witch fascination was. That would almost certainly destroy any chances she might have at getting a friend!

Dylan of course had been happy enough to assist her. Probably. It was hard to tell with the drugs, but then they had agreed to it before! Now that Dylan had clothes for the party they would be free to finish her side of the bargain, or at least to give it a good try. She wasn't about to run away from someone willing to help, maybe willing to be a friend, even if they might have been on some sort of drug. Besides it didn't seem to be some sort of weird aphrodisiac or anything, or did it appear to make them violent! If anyone might have been at risk then it would have probably been Dylan. Keeping them around to assist also meant that she could keep an eye on them.

"I haven't seen her yet. Have you?"

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Dylan was a little spun. They didn't hate it as much as when The Maker drugged them, though. They felt the hard, wet want that X gave them, but the drifting perception, too real faces and prickling awareness from the edges of their senses didn't hide the intentional use of the want that had been forced on them.

No, this time they'd chosen it.

2 hours ago, Chiyako said:

"I haven't seen her yet. Have you?"

Dylan's soft, smiling face lolled toward Selene. She was pretty, clearly feminine. A woman. Dylan caught the scent of shampoo, deodorant and laundry detergent all sparkling and blended like garam masala - not identifiable components, but a specific, distinct thing. Dylan smiled as they stored that sense memory.

Dylan shook their head, "Nope."

The mall was new to the Hollow, and Dylan loved it. Leather, perfume, the colors around and through the lights, the strange, churning chaos music of voices swirled through the reverb of space and hard, shiny surfaces.

Dylan pointed down the mall to an edgier fashion store, *What about there?" They asked, standing up and tagged at Selene's hand.

When the rising college freshman rose, Dylan didn't let go of Selene's hand. It wasn't so much a decision to hold her hand as the warmth of contact mingled deliciously with their arousal. "What's it like being a pretty girl?" They asked, giving Selene a goofy, far away smile as they walked towards the store.

"So weird to like how it feels," Dylan murmured, unaware of uninhibited enough, to have half their thoughts spill out while letting their gaze linger far too long on a sexless mannequin with the kind of non-committal slight rise that hinted at breasts that Dylan had.

"Cool," Dylan observed cryptically as they stared through their own reflected eyes into the badly painted ones belonging to the mannequin. "What about you, cutie," they asked androgynous display wearing only an open Guayabera shirt, "have you seen Charlotte?"

Spoiler

Dylan, rolled 11 using 2d6+2.  Gaze into the Abyss 

 

Edited Tuesday at 03:27 AM by WritesNaughtyStories

[Chiyako]

Dylan's soft, charming smile was returned in kind by Selene. She had grown a bit more comfortable around them. Deep down she was still a little nervous, but not enough that it showed in the moment. If she knew that he had been focusing on the scent of her body, which as it so happened was a faint mix of tropical coconut and slightly sweet faintly floral cherry blossom, then she might have been decided more flustered. Thankfully reading minds was not a hex that she knew. Not yet, anyhow.

It made sense that Dylan hadn't spotted Charlotte. They were both seated close together. Them spotting her and Selene missing her was a long shot, but time was sort of limited. Maybe. It was entirely possible that everything was fine, that Charlotte would show up at the party, and that she would get an invite regardless. Then again it was also possible that Charlotte was in trouble. Unlikely? Sure. But it was better to finish the search and cross that off the list.

With a slow nod her gaze returned towards the mall's dwindling crowds. A finger pointed past her, drawing the witch's gaze in the direction of another fashion store. It did almost seem like the sort of place a cool person might go to! They hadn't checked it yet either.

"Su-"

Pink flashed across her face as Selene's hand was pulled! She stood quickly to her feet, hurrying forward in a brief stumble in order to keep up with the taller person now eagerly leading her on. Thin soft fingers curled against Dylan's grip just strong enough to hold on, too nervous to hold any tighter than that. Her free hand, long since having ditched the empty cup, briefly took a moment in order to smooth out her sundress.

Warm. It's kind of nice.

The pink mostly concentrated across her cheeks spread across her entire face, even up to her ears.

Pretty?!

Dylan found her pretty! It was rare to receive such a compliment to her face! A slightly goofy, timid smile twitched across her lips. Most of her nervous expression was contained to her eyes, now aimed primarily towards the floor as they proceeded forward. How was she supposed to answer a question like that!? A few moments passed as she considered it, fingers now finally gripping against Dylan's, nervously trailing up and down against the back of their curled digits.

"I d-don't think that I am that pretty" she finally replied. "Robin is really pretty. Y-you should ask her, I think."

Or Velvet!

"Besides, I think you're pretty! I mean-"

Selene paused when Dylan spoke again. Their words appeared to be directed towards a pair of mannequins. For a moment her head tilted slightly. Then she remembered.

Oh right! The drugs!

Amethyst orbs wandered for a bit, taking in her surroundings. They were here to find Charlotte! That's right! She couldn't allow herself to be too distracted! Not on Dylan, nor on all the very fancy clothing items, no matter how difficult that might have been.

[roll to seduce]

From Dylan's point of view, the mannequin seemed to animate and morph in reflection it cast on the window. It change it to a shaggy looking guy wearing the same open shirt and cargo shorts. With shifty eyes he turned excitedly towards Dylan and spoke. 

"Dude, you should totally come buy some weed here."

As he finished speaking, Dylan could see the faint visage of Charlotte upon the other mannequin. Though as he blinked they were both gone.

Dylan had seen this guy before. He was living The Cabins an old project from the 80s to provide cheap cabins for tourists, near both the lakes and beaches. They fell out of favour some 20 years ago when nicer, more central accommodations were constructed. The cabins are now rented out cheaply to students who are willing to endure the winter in uninsulated pinewood cabins.

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Dylan gave Charlotte, or the hallucination of her, a little, friendly wave and turned a lopsided knowing grin on Selene. "Have we thought about checking Billy Bongwater?" they asked, lacing her arm through Selene's, as much for stability as contact.

The androngyne jerked a thumb at the mannequin, "She told me she's buying weed - which maybe we could take with us too." Dylan leaned close their soft, full lips brushing Selene's cheek, "I don't have enough of these for everybody..."

They pulled Selene towards the exit and said, "We need to go to The Cabins - and you can tell me all about being a pretty girl."

//OOC: How are we getting to the cabins?

[Chiyako]

There were no signs of Charlotte being within the fashionista shop. That was a shame. She had really been hoping to find the girl here. Dylan seemed as though they might have needed a break, or at least a moment to recover in private. People had been giving them looks before, what might they say if they saw how the drugs were affecting them now? Selene would be fine. Probably. But Dylan?

Billy Bongwater? What?

An arm slipped between one of her own and the rest of her body, pulling her closer towards her taller companion. Red flashed briefly across Selene's face, eyes widening for a moment before her gaze dropped straight towards the floor. There was a brief instance of contact against her torso, the sort of contact that she was very much unused to. Within her chest Selene's heart hammered away, nearly drowning out the voice of the one who now spoke to a mannequin.

"I-"

Dylan leaned close enough that their lips brushed across her cheek, resulting in the escape of a surprised squeak from the already flustered witch! Any words she might have intended to speak were sealed away. It was the closest thing to a kiss that she'd ever received, at least outside those provided by family, and even that contact was something she was unused to outside of her parents! Mostly her father, he loved to shower her with kisses.

Does that count!? Oh gosh! These drugs! What does he mean everybody? Is he going to give this stuff out to more people!? Are we going to be okay out there? Am I going to be okay? Maybe the drugs will wear off? Will she really be out there?

Thoughts raced through her mind, switching from one topic to the next as she did her very best to distract herself from the sudden increased contact and the confusing warmth that it brought. What else did she really have to say about being pretty? It wasn't really something that she usually thought about, at least not with herself as a focus. Regardless with a timid nod Selene followed along beside Dylan, led away for the dreaded cabins!

[WritesNaughtyStories]

Dylan felt unusually light as they steered Selene out of the mall. It was the X, but unlike the past, they were really enjoying.

It was a bit of a trip to The Cabins and it was getting close to party time - and Dylan was really excited to see Robin. The rest of the people, except maybe Selene. "We need to hurry..." Dylan urged, pulling Selene a little harder as they passed through the glass doors of the mall into the parking lot. Dylan looked around, suddenly painfully aware that they had no way to get to The Cabins.

High, and feeling good, Dylan spied a minivan with a bunch of teens about their age in beach clothes. "Come on!" Dylan chirped excitedly and started off at a dog trot for the minivan.

"Hey," they called, "can I ask you a favor?" the called as they drew closer, slowing their pace only slightly as they drew close. Breathing hard as they joined the somewhat confused coeds, Dylan offered a broad, bright smile. "Our friend is out at The Cabins and we really need to go get her - could you, uh, maybe give us a ride?"