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Lyn strolls into the hotel, looking around at the beautiful foyer and the light fixtures. It felt homey, serene, picturesque. This was somewhere that she wanted to stay a while. She smiles softly and walks up to the front desk, giving a small bow to Ari. "Hello Miss, my name is Lyn and I was hoping to check in to the Hotel." She gave her a warm smile as her little panda ears flickered. She was wearing a black covering for her vivacious breasts that basically just barely covered her nipples. On top of that she had on a kimono that draped down her body with her stomach exposed and her crotch covered. She had long white hair with a blac

@DriftingAsh May we assume Ari's presence even if you're not around to play her to fulfill reasonable service requests such as food or drink orders at the bar? Also, is her presence ubiquitous? That is, could there be a circumstance where a character walks into the bar, sees it empty, and goes around to pour their own drink, or maybe even act as an ad hoc bartender?

Alais stood at the desk and kept looking around, focusing on tiny details that she may have missed before. Huh. The ceiling had odd patterns that looked to be flowers of some sort. She turned to get the short girl's(?) attention but gasped a bit when she didn't see her anywhere. Sneaky...She took off without Alais even noticing! "Woah..." She gave a few nods of praise. Welp, back to focusing on meaningless details to keep her from being too aroused! Odd, she could've sworn she heard the door- DEAR CHRIST! Alais nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw the young man standing nearly right beside her. How did he manage to get so clo

She found herself in front of the door. How did she get here. Her mind was a complete haze before this moment. Vague memories of another place. Dark. She had been trying to get to something. Or was it away from something. There were other people there, but it was a blur. She could not picture anything about them. How did she end up there? What was she before? She did not remember. The only other thing she remembered was her name. Nadia. Had she tripped on something. She had a vague memory of hitting her head just before this. She did not know where it was, but it looked much more pleasant. She took a breath, stepped insid

Glad my design evokes some nice reactions. :D Oh shit! Did you get an AI to generate the outfit? The jackets a little small but thats almost 1 to 1 what I had in mind!

And Robin's going to have a panic-attack the second she has to wear this in front of anyone besides these three

aaaannnnd posted, I got a little too engrossed thinking of an outfit for robin XD

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

Likewise, Souji was 17, but miraculously had his 18th birthday before the story began, so now he's 18. : p Will he live to 19? Nobody knows, the life of a Magical Knight is suffering! Maybe!

Just fixed Kari and she is now 18.

That’s how it is. New site rule, going into effect soon. If you have any younger characters, have to either edit them into adults or keep them out of naughty stuff. No way around it. I had been keeping the club private in case we could avoid that change while being private (which seemed possible for a few months). Will let people make adjustments to bios/stories if they want, then may open the club back to the public in a few days.

well, I never really focused on the age of anyone, I think I should be good on my end, should I go ahead and reply?

As he put his key into the lock, a movement to the side caught his eye. "Is that you, my little wolf?"

A gentle hum of a melody left the tall woman lips as she laid cards on the table. This lobby was immaculate she had to admit. Beautiful and simple, comforting even with the already comforting air of this solid afterlife. Why was she here? Did she had nowhere else to be? Perhaps her room. Perhaps the pool? Options abounded and yet she chose to return to the lobby and place her card down. Every single card carved of bone made a gentle click as she set them down and traced fingers along every crack and writing. Elements, ancient words that often meant so much and yet as little as she made them. She stared at the off-white surfaces of the card. I

Yeah Ash will give you the room but might as well make some friends while ya wait!

I am probably about to reply, I was just waiting for Ash since everybody has already taken to their rooms.

Should, just some work to be done to get everything set up once Ash can.

OOC threads are good/fun. I figure my familiar to a few zombie has to wait to be officially checked, before seeing where else she might go/who she might run into, but hopefully has fairly free movement after that.

Name: Nadia Deforest Age: 22 Race: Human (undead?) Gender: Futa Sexuality: Strong prefence for women or other futas (uncomfortable around men) Bio: A confused individual. She remembers little of her past. Some vague memories of a prison. Darkness. Did she hit her head or something? She remembers almost nothing else or how she woke up at the gates to the hotel. What will she do now? That will be answered later. For now it is a place to rest. Figure out what is next for her. Will she follow an old path, or find something new? Why does her body feel a little cool? Why doesn't her heart seem to beat? Who care

It fits what i imagined perfectly! I was considering the crosses as well but left them out since i wasnt sure if the twins would have religious iconography, but its sooo good<3

Dylan's going to faint when they see Robin.

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 sim

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?

He couldn't breathe. His heart pounded in his temples. The voices of two women thundered in his mind. "Ata tachia ad shtashlam al hat'ehem 10,000 pa'amim!" You will live until you pay for their sins 10,000 times! "As for payment, I am afraid you have already paid." Not yet. Drowning, he reached for the small hand on his neck, his lifeline for this moment.

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

Touching her scar made him fight to restrain a blink; he'd forgotten about them. More accurately, his mind was ... erasing them from his view of her. He was seeing her not so much as she was but as he wished her to be. But the touch grounded him. Touch was the only true sense, the one that you cannot hide from or fool. As a result, he was a very tactile person. Not to mention that he had his own scar. Falling to the ground, the barbarian atop him ... straining to keep the knife back as he tried to force his own into the man's side ... faces inches apart, both snarling ... burning embers from a kicked fire in the melee spilled onto his ne

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

Jason slowly moved his hand forward, pausing to let his fingertips rest lightly on her cheek for a moment (God, she's so soft, and warm!) before letting them slide back into her hair. It felt thick and bushy, and natural in a way he couldn't explain. He looked into her big ruby eyes as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

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

Her body language made him feel a kind of happiness that he'd not felt since he'd heard his last wife say that she'd marry him. Relief, maybe joy, something else? Without realizing it, he'd dropped to one knee to be more on her level, and he'd started to reach out for her. He didn't feel entirely in control of himself anymore. With an effort, he stopped his hand, and asked her, "May I?"

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 r

[A brief first impressions post of the room. There is a bath, sitting room, and a bedroom. The ]atter two are paneled in walnut with light brown carpets and offset walls. His armchair is a deep red leather with brass riveting and a matching footstool. In the bedroom is an ornately carved armoire, and a bookshelf holding many hardcover works of literature (from our current world), most bound in leather.] She's cautious, he thought, checking for ambushes or traps. Am I approaching her wrong? Maybe instead of being a girl with the features of a wolf, she's a wolf with the features of a girl? Or something in-between? Seeing her cautio

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

Ah, I really wish I could understand her body language, he thought. Ayers opened the door, and then stepped aside. "Would you like to come in?"

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 f

I did put the idea of an OOC channel (along with some other ideas) forward through DM but I'll post here as well. OOC would be nice

Yeah, I'd like to know that as well and I believe a general OOC channel is needed.

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 long

Also as an aside, thinking about things i think "cant save myself" fits velvet miles more than dark Recruiter frankly... ill stick with dark Recruiter but miiiild regret xD

I love it I've got it think of how she'd react though, so that'll give our MC time to jump in if they want.

I think so.

After they'd finished, Jason was at a loss about how to proceed. Small talk was out of the question, and he felt awkward just sitting in silence. A big yawn saved him. Getting up from his stool, he faced the young wolf-girl and said, "I'm sorry, but I must sleep now. Goodnight, my lovely." He bowed to her, and walked out.

Ok, I took a spin through my char sheet, my posts on the RP threads, and the earlier discussion thread posts establishing characters and adjusted to college age and community college references (ditched out mentions of high school). If anyone sees something I missed, though, give me a heads up

Yes. I think so.

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 clea

Well, I'm a guy so I can't definitively say for certain why this is, but I have made observations and sometimes got answers to questions so that I feel that I can at least spark discussion. 1. Women don't have the same perspective about how their boobs move during sex. Unless they're watching porn or engaging in voyeurism, they can only feel the movement or sometimes see them moving into and out of their field of vision. There's much that they can infer, but that's not the same as surety. 2. Boob movement during sex is often assumed in writing. Long hair gets into peoples' mouths, knees can be bruised, feet are shifted into differen

Bump

Some motivation ^^

I'd love to play as a femboy android for you!