Chiyako

Horny Dylan's presence says otherwise!

Oh goodness how much trouble is Dylan going to get us into!?

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 @roll to seduce To answer Dylan's question, I suppose we could go with a cab? Unless bus service goes out there? Unless it is close enough to walk to.

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.

A bath certainly did sound nice to her. She didn't know how long it had been since she had one. Sure, she appeared to be clean when she got here but she still didn't quite feel as though she had been cleaned. That and a proper bath could just feel excellent! In the back of her mind something told her that she used to take baths with others. A pack, perhaps? Pack? Pack. My pack. Ears perked straight up as the man returned, the wolf pausing mid-lick, tongue curled out and tip just about to brush between two fingers. As it retreated back into her maw Miu settled her hand down and placed all of her attention upon the owner of the room. When he settled upon the bed she crept over, settling in to a squatted seat in front of the bed. Crimson orbs settled upon the rectangular object. It felt only slightly familiar. At least certain aspects of it did. Jason pointed towards himself. Stated his name. In response she nodded once. This she understood. Something was scratched into the object. When it was aimed towards her Miu was greeted by something unfamiliar to her. It was similar in a way to the things which were etched on the doors. She had understood those. Something made her understand them. Or perhaps it was something she knew before, something she had simply forgotten. This, however, was not clear to her. Her head tilted slightly to one side.

Selene: At least it isn't an aphrodisiac! Narrator: It was an aphrodisiac.

Tired. Lovely? That word took a little extra time to sink in. He was probably just being kind. It was the sort of thing people said to be kind. At least very formal people used it that way. Something told her that this was the truth. It was familiar. She had probably interacted with this sort of person before. It sounded as though he was about to leave. Or perhaps he was going to ask her to leave? She didn't exactly know as the man ended up cutting himself off mid-sentence, climbed to his feet, and ventured back to the first room. Having not received any proper instruction the little wolf decided to raise a hand to her face, sniffing at it. It still smelled like meat. She took the brief time waiting to lap at her fingers and palms, focusing on the little gaps where juices might have eluded her earlier cleaning attempt. Should clean. Bath.

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?"

The calming of Jason's breathing, as well as the steadying of his heart, indicated that her plan had worked! Somehow! He was calming. Returning. All was well again, although she knew not exactly why he had acted as he did. With a slight nod of her head Miu raised her other hand and gently set it atop the man's head, patting softly a couple of times. It was all fine! Of course the other hand was still trapped, and so it remained put, however she did not apply too much pressure to the burn scars, worrying that it might perhaps set him off again. What happens now? Maybe I should go? Let him rest?

I do like the idea of moving to separate threads whenever things get really lewd to allow others to do stuff. I know I certainly have issues with maybe dragging it on too long with wordy posts!

Selene is going to become even more confused.

It is warm. He is warm. A large hand closed around her own. She kept it where it was, thin digits gently brushing across the rough skin, offering little squeezes of her fingertips. Perhaps touch alone could not work. Smell would be difficult. Taste? She would not risk the dangers of that sort of thing. Not with someone who knew not where he was, nor with her own sharpened teeth. Cannot speak. What did she do when she needed someone's attention with sound? Lips parted slightly. It had to be something non-aggressive. A grunt or a growl probably would not work. Howling? It felt familiar, however probably not helpful here. A bark? Also too aggressive. Whimper? He might think that he was hurting her. From the wolf-like girl emerged a quiet yip. Something sharp to the senses, but not threatening. It came to her naturally. Perhaps this was how she communicated to her own people? Or was it just something that she had learned to do? She did not know, but in the moment she hoped that it might help.

It is nice. This is nice. A gentle touch was something precious. It was the sort of thing that brought her comfort, the sort of thing that was familiar to her but also something that she knew she had lacked in whatever world she had come from. These sorts of gentle moments had been rare. The scars which littered her body probably came from what made up a majority of her life. Her closed eye opened when the man knelt before her flinched. Something had afflicted him. Perhaps it was a memory? Some thing that he had forgotten in his own world? Or maybe something that had happened in this one. She knew not of his origin, just as she had lost the memories of her own. They only thing that was clear to her was the source of these painful memories: a scar which appeared to run along the man's neck. Hoping to offer the same sort of comfort that he had offered to her, Miu reached a hand up and slipped it past the man's flailing hand. Fingers brushed gently, carefully across the old burn wound. There was no hesitation on her part, not from his slapping hand nor the scar itself. She hoped that something physical would shatter whatever hex lay upon the man's mind. It felt as though this sort of thing had worked in her own past, whether it had been used on her, by her, or on another.

With her approval granted the man's hand continued on its original course. Fingers brushed across her cheek, prompting the closest eye to close. There was no fear in her expression, only curiosity as her smile retreated to be replaced by a neutral line. Not that she was unhappy, of course. Her tail continued to wag softly behind her. If anything her awareness was simply heightened. She was keeping an eye on Jason. Her skin was quite soft, however when the man's finger ran across the scar of her left cheek that soft skin was interrupted by a patch of something rougher. One could imagine that the other marks were similar in nature. Miu did not react to it, not in pain nor in shame. They were old wounds, especially now in this new realm. Reminders of things she could not quite remember at the moment. Warm. The hand continued, dipping into the mane of wild, messy silver. Her hair was surprisingly soft and warm, much like the fur of some beast. Thick. Straightening it out would probably take a day of hard work with normal tools, and even then one couldn't promise for how long that might last. As the man's thumb brushed across her cheek Miu leaned the faintly squishy flesh into his palm, offering a single comforted nuzzle.

Ears perked up once more as the man decided to take a knee in front of her. Was he getting tired? Or was he simply trying to be eye level with her? Why would that be the case? Perhaps it was some attempt to calm her, but she already felt quite calm. He clearly was not attempting to ambush her. That or he was so confident in his ambush that he showed her every perceivable place from whence an ambush could normally be initiated, only so that it might cause her to lower her guard! Might be clever. That however would go against what she had already learned. It was unlikely. He began to reach for her, causing her body to tense only for a single moment before she relaxed again. Trust was earned, and it would be his chance to earn it! The drinks she had consumed also made it far easier to relax. If she had been without them then she might have still been as anxious as she had been when she arrived here. With a smile the wolf answered the man's request, head nodding a couple of times. For whatever reason people enjoyed touching her. Perhaps she was softer than they were? It felt nice sometimes. At the moment she didn't mind.

The home of Jason Ayers was quite different from her own. For starters the divides between each room appeared to be simple walls and doorways. There were no winding passages. Most of the home was made of polished wood. The floor was soft, covered in what appeared to be the hide of some massive beast, as there were no clear marks showing the divide between multiple creatures. It lacked stone, but also dirt. There existed ample light, and yet not even a single torch. Despite this it felt warm. While she stepped inside Miu's head turned this way and that, eyes darting about as every little detail was absorbed. None of the furniture looked rough. What appeared to be a seat was clad in the leather of some red creature. Something in the back of her mind informed her that Jason had enough storage in the first room to contain everything that Miu had ever owned, and then some! Royalty. As Jason moved to open up the doors and the largest of the storage container Miu came to a halt and simply observed. It made her feel a little more relaxed. He was clearly not trying to hide anything. Still, caution felt normal to her. It had probably kept her alive in the past. She did make her way over to each door once he had moved on to the next, peeking within each room as it was exposed to her. They each carried a familiarity, enough so that she could figure out what purpose they served. One room held a large bed, one which looked far more comfortable than anything she remembered sleeping on. Another contained a large container and smooth floors. It smelled cleaner than the rest of the home. Bath. Eventually her attention did land upon the revolver. Fur bristled along her tail. It felt familiar somehow. Dangerous. Something she had fought before. The bladed weapons were even more familiar. She felt as though she might have handled one of those in the past, or at least something similar. However none were being wielded at the moment, and so she did not mind. Instead she made her way over to Jason's side, tail wagging softly, content in her brief moment of exploration. Safe.

In? Come in! An invitation! She had come this far! Curiosity had trapped her already. She knew where to find this man but she knew not what his home looked like. Did he also have a similar den? Or was this home different? He seemed far different, as though he came from another place and lived a life of luxury far beyond any she had ever experienced for herself. With a single nod the wolf pushed herself back up to her feet, steadying for a moment with a hand against the wall. A smile spread across her lips as she stepped forward, venturing over to the man's side. She was careful enough to peek inside, to make absolutely certain that it was not a trap. Only when she noticed that it was safe did she actually slip into the room, sliding past Jason, tail gently smacking mid-wag against the man's leg on the way. Different!

Miu had been following the kind older man, creeping along as quietly as she could manage! Usually she was silent, especially when placed in a hard floored corridor with no debris to worry about. However the drinks that she had consumed already were having an effect on her. She was not quite as steady and, more importantly, not as smooth in her movements. Occasionally she found herself brushing up against the wall, for instance, or thwapping her tail against it. That she had managed to track the man quietly all the way back to his room before being noticed was a testament to her skills! Upon being spotted she went completely still, ears folding back against her head on reflex, tail holding straight back, all in an effort to make her appear smaller. Not that she really had anything to blend into. The hallways here were pretty barren. But it was a natural reflex for her, and one couldn't really blame her for making an attempt! After a couple of moments she relaxed. Ears perked up and tail wagged softly. She decided to settle her butt down upon the ground, hands placed against the floor in front of her between her legs. Normally she might have crouched down but at the moment she found balancing just a little more taxing. This was simply more comfortable! My? Mine? Miu is Miu's.

Also if it is allowed I would like to make a General OOC thread so people can easily communicate with one another.

One glass still remaind: wine. The drink of nobles. With both hands the little wolf carefully lifted it up, pulled it to her lips, and took a sip. Eyes widened for a moment before closing. Others tended to sip it slowly. She could see why. It had the taste of berries, albeit sharper. There was a partial burn against the throat, but it was definitely tolerable. As with the ale she felt a heat lifting across her body, flustering her cheeks and calming her nerves. Wine. Good. By the time she set it down the man named Jason had stood from his seat. He was off to sleep. For whatever reason he was tired. Perhaps he had been here much longer than she had? It was entirely possible, of course, but she was also quite curious, still filled with energy, and with no clear goals in mind. She had, after all, discovered where to get food and drink! With a slight wobble Miu turned her seat and hopped off, waiting until the man had passed the doorway before she crept silently after him. If nothing else she intended to track him to his room! It would be good to figure out where he lived. He seemed nice, after all.

I am a little late but I do support the edit and continue method. Sucks that we have to change things but it should work for this setting at least. I'll go ahead and double check to make certain everything is updated. Edit: That should be everything. Should all be updated! Let me know if I missed anything!

Thank you? Thank you! I am the one who is thanking. Of course she didn't mind being thanked, nor did she mind the manners of others when it pertained to consuming food. Others being neat and tidy, being slow to devour their food, was familiar to her. It was not something she was used to doing herself, although she knew not why this was. This just felt right to her. Thankfully he didn't seem to mind. It did not take long for her to finish her meal. In fact it took just as long for her to clean herself off, tongue lapping at hands and between fingers, even along her forearms which she'd used to wipe her chin clean, or at least as clean as she could get it in the moment. All the while her tail continued to thwap at the air behind her. Somehow she still felt a bit hungry, but not enough to show it. It felt rude to ask for more when she was already being treated so kindly. Besides, there were drinks present to consume! The wine she recognized immediately. It was the beverage of nobles. On the other hand the lager reminded her of something else that she was familiar with. In the moment she could not place the name, but it did feel like something she was used to drinking, or at least something she had tried before. Hands reached out, grasping at the glass, pulling it close. A quick sniff test determined that it was safe to drink, and so it was brought closer still to her lips for a sip test! Familiar. Ale? Ale. Not ale. It wasn't strong enough to put her off and so in order to quench her thirst the wolf steadily drained the glass until, at last, it was emptied! With a satisfied sigh she set the glass back upon the counter, the faint pink which had already been lingering across her cheeks now a faintly brighter shade. A hand lifted, rubbing contently at her belly. It had assisted with filling her up, and now left her belly warm!

While she did not quite remember how long it was supposed to take in order to cook food it did still feel as though things moved a little more quickly here. Only a few minutes seemed to pass before the plates arrived and were laid out upon the short wall. Perhaps her hunger made the time pass quicker. Maybe it was the awkward stare off between her and her new companion. Whatever the case, food was here! Grasping against the edge of the counter Miu carefully turned herself to face it. She sat up on her knees, lifting herself high enough upon the stool, and at the sight of the sizzling meats her eyes widened, as did her smile! The steak was lifted from the plate and drawn to her lips. She paused only long enough to give it an inspecting sniff before it was pulled into her mouth. Like a ravenous beast she tore at the cooked flesh, teeth clearly sharp enough to make quick work of the meal. It was a messy ordeal, juices dripping down her fingers and along her hands and arms, even from her chin and down upon her tunic. Within a third of a minute she'd devoured the first steak, soft pink tongue leaving the safety of her maw in order to lap at the mess she had made upon herself. It's good! Very good! A stool turned out to be the most proper seat for her. Her tail wagged aggressively behind her, unbound by the backing of any chair. When she had cleaned herself enough Miu looked to the other plate of steak, and then over towards the man seated beside her. With only a little hesitation she nudged it over in his direction. He deserved to eat good meat. This man was a friend now. Besides there were so many other things to try! The plate that the missing steak had arrived upon also held the crushed potatoes and the beans. Both hands grasped at the glassware, lifting it up close to her face. It was carefully tilted, and one by one the wolf snapped up the beans as they slid closer. They weren't as good as the steak, but they weren't terrible either. Thankfully juices from the steak were present to improve the taste! Beans? Beans. The potatoes were trickier. They didn't slide around as easily as the beans had. Instead she leaned in close, lapping up the pile of squished potatoes with her tongue. As expected they did taste like potatoes, although why anyone would crush them in this fashion was anyone's guess. The potatoes that she was familiar with were whole and easy to pick up! They made for great travel food. Travel. That too was familiar to her. Perhaps the reasoning for it would come later. For now she had a feast to devour! Thankfully she had not spotted any traces of straw.

Truth be told I'm already looking into alternative sites. The decision has kind of nuked one of the other roleplays that I was enjoying and it is going to kind of limit out what sort of stories can be told here. Kind of sad that people's abuse of AI led to this. Though I suppose this one might be fine bumping to graduated from high school and it would only be a little awkward. The other one just didn't make sense any more.