bakerstreet | Teatster Sunday

[Skulker is proud of his body, including his chest, because he built it himself.]

Edited (better reference image of The Skulktits) 2025-04-20 18:05 (UTC)

You know, function is more important than form.

But sometimes you get lucky, and you can have both. I'm gonna say 9.

[it's called a plastron.]

[Give her a second. Cause she gotta just touch on this interesting phenomenon that is plastron to properly inspect and give a good assessment. Verrrrry different.]

Hmm....

[Fffffffffft, if she's touching him he is going to blush like mad. Heck even if she's just staring too long? He's going to blush.]

[Well, it's not a human chest, so she's curious!

Blatantly so really having no disregard for his personal space. So, yeah she gonna touch. Quite a lot and down to his abdomen just to get a better grasp of the detail before rapping her knuckle against it.]

Mm~! Shampoo give 7.

[The rapping isn't going to meet a hard shell like a normal turtle, it's a little bit softer than probably expected. So her rapping gets a soft "oof" out of him.]

Uh... thank you?

Like feel of it. Reminds me of smooth Jade gemstone.

Now....rate me?

Oh.

[He shall look at her chest then, and rubs his chin with a hand in thought.]

... An eight.

[SURPRISE MOTORBOAT!]

[THERE'S NOTHING TO MOTORBOAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.]

April!

[Says who?!]

Donnie~! [Yeah, hi. Hello there. Did she maybe face plant into your chest and didn't break her nose? Yes.]

[Says nature.]

Hi. [Blessed be the soft shell turtle.]

[Natures knows nothing I say.]

Hiii~

No rating needed as you should already know already.

Oh, so a zero then?

[He's just being sassy.]

[Surprise surprise, Donnie is sassy.

She is too tho.]

Numbers are overrated. I rate this....

Three slices of pizza plus a snowcone is what I give it.
[Who uses numbers? Not her.]

[Just this face. Forever.]

[Nyahaha~

Can't hear hear your disapproving resting flat face long as her face is all up in her.]

... So I guess I should rate you then?

[Dare he be a jerk?]

Negative 3.141592653589793238462643383279502884197...

[Yes he is reciting the decimal places of pi and he will go beyond the 39nth one if he isn't stopped.]

[Ah, yes there it is.

Gotta set break your record it cheezing April off to bring out reliable. Just silently counting down while he continues.

3...2....1...]

[Bonk and GASP.]

[Yeah, she interrupted your nerdy ranting of numbers.

Audacity? Why, yes. Serves you right though.]

[WOE WOE IS HIM.

YOU HIT HIM LIKE BASEBALL, THOUSAND YEARS JAIL FOR APRIL.]

(hm HM)

Don't you have better things to do?

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10 out of 10.

That's very generous of you Evan.

Well, I do have some very in-person experience with it.

I hope you have enjoyed the experience so far.

Very much.

I'm happy to oblige then.

I'm happy you've offered me up close and personal time with it.

I mean, you have a impressive chest too. [He then says, feeling flustered by all the compliments and running out of words.]

Yeah? You think so?

It's a 10 out of 10 for me at least.

You sure? You don't need to think about it at all? Look at it again?

I mean, I have seen it a few times before. So my mind is set if anything.

Thank you for the vote of confidence.

It's not a "vote of confidence." It's appreciation for all the hard work you put in. Men needs to grow their chest through hard work and you have put in a lot of it.

Yo!

Here

[Sighs wistfully.]

The look like perfect handfuls…or mouthfuls.

8/10

Oh! Th-thank you!

Nah you deserve it!

Plus if you’re confident and happy you’re stronger right?

Hee, that’s right!

[And she scoops Terra into a hug.]

[She lets out a surprised yelp which turns into giggles as she hugs back, not-so-subtly pressing her own flatter chest into Starfire’s.]

O-ok that’s a nine for sure!

[Starfire notices what Terra's doing, but she doesn't mind.]

What should I do to make it a ten? Should I give you a kiss?

[She goes stone(ha!) stiff and bright red before nodding vigorously.]

Yeahthatwouldprobablydoitthankyou

[And Star gently leans in, pressing her lips softly against hers.]

[Terra swoons into the kiss, heart racing, the ground rumbling ominously under them as the kiss consumes her thoughts completely for duration.

Her lips are softer then you might think for someone who camps out so often, with the faint flavor of vanilla chapstick.

As an added bonus, Starfire might now speak fluent Markovian.]

[The ground moving? Star is lost in the kiss, so if she starts sinking, she doesn’t realize it. Terra is just so soft and wonderful…]

[The earthquakes settle as Terra remembers to breath through her nose. Time to get a little daring! Parting her lips into the kiss to try and slip the alien princess some tongue.

And while she’s distracted, Terra’s hand slips under Starfire’s shirt to feel her chest directly.]

Mmmm~ <3

Mmm? Mmm~

[Starfire gladly returns the kiss, her lips parting to let her own tongue dance against Terra’s. As she does, she feels a hand against her chest, warm and soft. She pushes gently against her.]

!!!

[Terra can’t help but get greedy. Groping and squeezing happily, gripping possessively as moaning into Starfire’s mouth. Tongues twisting and sucking. She always wondered if Starfire’s tongue was different from a humans and now she gets to savor it.]

Here

...not bad.

Heh! Glad you think that way!

[ Dang. She's got Shadow beat in sensitivity. ]

You got plenty going for you, yeah.

Hey, don't sell yourself short, though!

Tch, I know I rock. Some people need to hear it though.

[ Surge needs to hear it. Please tell her she's cool and sexy. ]

You're really pretty, though~!

P-pretty? I mean - yeah, among other things.

[ Amy calling her pretty is unfair. ]

Yes, you are!

...th-thanks.

[ Proper manners and all. ]

[And that gets her a hug.]

Agh.

[ And a return hug. Stupid. Pretty, huggable. ]

You don’t need to feel nervous! It’s just us!

Yeah. I'm not nervous.

[ And blabbing would be beneath Shadow or something. ]

You know, I’ll never understand how I win over certain people.

I dunno. Guess you're just too cute to resist.

Well, you’re amazing and let no one tell you otherwise.

Tch. Never will.

[ And. She deserves.

A smooch. Right on Amy's cheek. ]

Ah…!

[She blushes, blinks and smiles bashfully.]

Surge…

Cute girls get rewards.

Hmph, pathetic.

Hey, my chest is pretty good!

[Amy, is it that surprising that he's saying it?]

For a child, perhaps. It's a disgrace for a hedgehog your age.

[No, but, he's pushing her buttons]

A CHILD?!

Yes, a child.

[Aaaaand here comes the hammer]

I'll have you know I am a refined and perfect young woman with an excellent chest! You take back what you said!

[He beat you multiple times before, Amy. The hammer doesn't scare him.]

You are about as refined as crude oil.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

[And she's chasing after him. The best she can.]

[He could teleport behind her and kick her, but he doesn't feel like wasting his time. So up in the air he blips to.]

So violent.

Gah! Hey! No fair!

Skill issue.

[Yes, he actually said it.]

Skill THIS!

[And she tosses her hammer at him.]

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[One of two things can happen here, he can just blip away or... He catches the hammer.

He is going for moving to the side so he can catch the hammer by its handle.]

[Oh. Oh, no. Not good.]

Ehehehe…

[He hasn't actually considered what to do with the hammer now. He does do a little hefting it in a hand, checking its weight and...

Tosses it back to Amy.]

The weight of it feels off.

[Amy is surprised that Shadow gave it back, catching her hammer. However, she checks it over and…]

You’re right. Something’s shifted. I’ll need to get it looked at.

[And he's landing, but still keeping his distance.]

Hm, well. Good luck with that, I guess.

[There’s a small sigh and…]

I like your chest.

[lol what. No words.]

No, really, it’s… soft.

[He huffs.]

Compared to some other hedgehogs, yes it is.

[Smirk]

I’m probably softer, though.

[Tsk.]

You don't have fur there.

[That he is aware of.]

[And Amy giggled at that.]

Maybe not, but I like it no matter what.

I would hope you like a part of yourself.

Still think they’re small?

Yes.

[Flatly.]

Hmph. Jerk. Just jealous.

... What is there to be jealous of?

Ooooh! Hate!

[... He just goes "heh" at that.]

[wrestleman mccowtitty]

[ Damn bro... not a lot of people are bigger than Ran. ]

Ten out of ten. You look like you'd be fun to fight.

[uh hello even by choujin standards she's impressively big for a woman]

Damn right I would! [cue that big, crooked grin] You're not too shabby yourself, señorita- I don't wrestle women, but I could maybe make an exception for you.

[ Hell yeah she is. ]

I get it! You gotta have standards, or else you're a bully.

I'm confident that I'm never gonna be the one getting bullied, though.

Looking good there.

Well, thank you. A little bit more hot and sweaty than I would like, to be honest.

Some people enjoys that.

Would you count yourself in with that?

I'm not opposed to it.

Hmn. Gale Dekarios. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Tommy Kinard. It's lovely to meet you.

I think I could use a little fresh air, or a drink. You're welcome to join me, Tommy.

(ooc: Modern AU Gale. Meeting in a club?)

Uh sure. [His insecurities flares up briefly but he agrees, not sure what to expect.]

[Gale pauses to grab his shirt and pull it back on, screwing up his face a little as it sticks to his damp skin. He wouldn't normally be so forward, but Tommy approached him, so his arrogant confidence has kicked in. For now, at least. Squeezing through the equally sweaty crowds, he makes his way out of a side door, sighing at the cool air hitting his skin]

Ah. That's much better. Helps to be able to hear my voice again as well. [He's shouting, just a little, as one does when leaving a loud venue.]

[Tommy follows along. The gust of cold air that hit him when he steps outside is appreciated. The air in the club was hot and sweaty. His eyes dances around the place before turning to the handsome stranger.]

It's quite loud inside, yes.

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Honestly, it's not my usual kind of scene. Too loud, too close, far, far too sweaty. Although, no judgement to those that do enjoy that. [He gives Tommy a knowing smirk as he settles back against the wall of the building]

I had a break-up a while ago, and my friends had decided I'd spent enough time moping. Time to get back on the horse, as it were.

Me and you both. I recently broke up with the guy I dated for six months. Twice. It's been difficult. But here I am, trying to get back onto it. [He gives Gale, wondering if he would be it. But he shouldn't get ahead of himself.]

Twice? Was it more difficult the second time over, or easier? [There's a shade of humour in his voice, but the look he gives Tommy is nothing but sympathetic. Breakups are always hard, in his experience.]

Of course, my friends have abandoned me now we're here. I could have retreated back home already for all they know.

The second time was a misguided attempt at trying again. It ended up being a one night thing. But let's not talk about it now. I don't want to be a downer.

Anyhow... wanna share some interesting tidbit about yourself? I'm a pilot and former firefighter myself.

What's the parameters for grading? Is there certain criteria I should be looking for? Or is this one of those 'How you feel' kind of deals?

If it's the ladder then I say it's rather alright. Good muscle definition, broad, very interesting tattoo... I do find it fascinating how other races can grow hair besides on their heads. Is it soft, I wonder.

No, you've grasped the point perfectly there. And, given me really quite an acceptable review as well, glowing, I suspect, by your standards.

You're, uh, you're welcome to touch. If that would aid your learning experience.

[Uncertainty danced across his face as his eyes darted between Gale's face, chest, and at the odd lamp in the corner. His expression was a mix of curiosity and doubt. Eventually his gaze settled on the wizard's face, his voice tentative.]

Are you sure? With touching you, I mean. I wouldn't want to cross a line even if it's to satisfy my own curiosity.

[A kind expression settles on Gale's face, his smile slight and soft.]

I invited you, you have my consent. I know that is something that you've not been afforded much in your life, and you don't have to if you don't want to, either. It is merely permission, if wanted.

[The way his fellow wizard cuts straight to the cause of his hesitation made his face wilt slightly with shame. He was trying his best not to let the scars of the things he was forced to endure effect him. But... regaining his bodily autonomy was still a work in progress.

With a soft snort, some of his tension left his body as he flashed a small smile.]

Am I that easy to read? [Rhyle muses, shaking his head.] If you are positive that it would be alright... May I?

[He asks... one more time.]

No, not in the slightest. But I have been paying attention during our conversations, my friend. I know, a rare thing among our peers to not be entirely focused upon ourselves, but there you have it.

[Another kind smile. Gale hopes he hasn't crossed a line by raising the drow's traumatic history, but over time with his own companions he has learned that acknowledging such things is healthy.]

You may. Please, go ahead. I'll let you know if anything is unwanted or inappropriate.

My, my...

I'd say that's gold rated.

Gold? Really? I'm flattered, but I'm no bear...

Hm, or even platinum. Whatever the highest version of the scale would be-

Heh. It doesn't mean you're not divine, Gale. And worthy of such high praise.

Platinum! Now you really are honouring me too much. When you, yourself, possess such a fine form. I would say chiselled, but that doesn't do you enough justice. A sculpture could never convey the warmth and welcoming softness, even in your firm pectorals, perfect for resting a head on.

Oh, I happen to think I'm perfectly capturing what is in front of me, and is in that picture. I'll admit I'm aware I am...larger than the average elf. Oh?

Is that what you think about, Gale? resting your head on me?

You are indeed unique amongst elves, but that is by no means a bad thing. Why be average, hmm?

... Amongst other thoughts, yes. I realize that it might seem tame, especially by your appetites, but I suspect there would be scant few more pleasant places to rest my exhausted and ragged body.

I certainly get enough comments in my time to know that this brand of uniqueness certainly seems to appeal to...certain people.

Ah, I suppose word of my appetites would have spread around camp but I'lll admit it would be nice to have you rest there- even more so if I was cause of that exhausted and ragged body.

Oh. I'm being completely insensitive. If my comments about your unusual size are undesired, please accept my heartfelt apologies. I didn't mean to... fetishize you so.

Yes, but please know, I am not judging you in the slightest. I would very much like for you to push me to the limits of my stamina, especially if you allow me to regain it in your company after.

[ There's just a laugh at that, hearty and gentle as you'd expect from Haslsin.]

Do not fret- please...call any part of me big you desire. I could think of a few parts that might be worthy of such fetishization, even. I know what you meant by those words my handsome friend.

Oh?

[ There's a little quirk of his brow at that.]

And here I thought you were more interested in finding the limits of your own magical power. But the image of you being pushed to the limits of that desire...

Well, that will play in my head for hours.

[Gale's gaze flicks down, unbidden, at the implication that Halsin is... proportional... everywhere. The rosy tint of a slight blush colours his cheeks. He can feel the heat, and it makes him wish, against Tara's preference he's certain, that he had even more of a beard to hide behind.]

Oh, of course that is always forefront in my interests. However, there is much to be said for exploring the limits of one's own body. Physical exercise is just as important as working out the old grey matter.

[Looking back up, he meets Halsin's gaze and takes a hesitant step forwards, already craning his neck towards the druid. Words come more easily to him than actions] Just play in your head? Is that all you want? To imagine me?

[ It's impossible to miss the way the others' eyes drop down and Halsin shifts on the spot- seemingly making a point to do so in a way that has his brown leather pants tight in a way to show off that healthy and thick bulge he had between his legs. It seemed he was hung bigger than the average bear as well. That smirk dug into his cheek as he noticed that blush, even if he held back a comment on it for a moment and instead just gave a small nod of interest at those next words.]

Hm, I suppose I find it hard to argue with you there- the world requires a certain balance in all things. Even when it comes to the mental and the physical.

[ The Druid towered over Gale as he peered down at him, not taking a step back as the over moved closer. Thankfully, actions came naturally to the elf and his large hand moved up to cup the other's neck, his thumb moving to trail along Gale's lips teasingly. He let the moment hang between them as if he was just admiring Gale's beauty before he lowered his head to tease his lips against the wizards ear.] And if I said I want more than that? Hm? I want to fill every hole of yours with my cock till all you think of is me? Take you again, and again, and again till you're dripping..?

[Gale was already more than aware of just how imposing Halsin was. If he wasn't so warm and cheery most of the time, he would be intimidating. Or, more intimidating, most accurately, as the wizard certainly felt small and weak in the druid's shadow right now. But, Gods, every breath Gale could feel stolen from his lungs left aching desire to fill the vacuum. It was so dizzying.

Halsin pressed his thumb to Gale's lips, sending electricity sparking through his core, straight to his groin. Even his thumb was so much bigger than expected! Hells. A groan came out, unbidden, and Gale couldn't stop himself from parting his lips slightly as it was released, the tip of his tongue tentatively brushing against the pad of Halsin's thumb. He could pick up traces of earth and greenery and salt, just a tease of what he was sure the other's flesh would taste of if he pressed his mouth to it.]

Yes. Ahh... [Gale closed his eyes as hot breath caressed his ear, promises whispered to him, making him shudder. Making him stir. He reached out to press his hands to Halsin's waist, not pushing, but very much needing a solid surface to hold him up. His knees felt weak.] I want that. I want to feel full of you. Stretch me and stuff me full of your cock, Please.

[Gale dared to drop his palm lower, to grope over those leather pants and attempt to cup the bulge nestled there. It was already more than a handful.] Gods...

( I give you one very thirsty artist. )

...Not too bad.

[ Asura quirks an eyebrow and looks down at his own chest. ]

The climate is warm where I come from. [ Yes, he's choosing to focus on the clothing choice rather than the body it displays. ]

Is that why your clothes always look like they're about to fall off?

They won't, [ His clothes got those anime physics, after all. ] but yeah, that's why. Light clothing is the norm in Celestial culture--our King wears even less than I do.

This...

...actually explains a great deal.

[All the Shingi seem to be some variant of exposed after all. He never really questioned it.]

Hm? How so?

Nothing, nothing.

[Just an age old mystery he hadn't even considered quite suddenly solved.]

...Is the climate always warm where you come from...?

[ Not that the Shingi and the Celestials of Asura's world are even remotely related, but the Medicine Seller is free to come to his own conclusion there. ]

It's springlike most of the time, but it doesn't really have seasons, either. Personally, my internal body temperature runs hot no matter what, but that's just me. [ The man is a walking furnace who can't even feel the cold. ]

[Potato, tomato. This seems to be a thing with all celestial beings.]

Ah. Would you happen to be aligned with the element of fire then...?

[ You do make a good point. ]

Sort of. It's more that my Spiritual Entity gives off a lot of excess heat, but I can create flame from it and control it to a limited degree. [ ...not that he has any way to know what the hell a Spiritual Entity is, but I digress. ]

A masterful piece of art! Perfect poetry! A song waiting to be written!

You'd have a poem written about my chest. [ It's a flat statement where it'd normally be a question, because his tone leaves the unspoken "of course you would" as clear and obvious as can be. ]

Why yes! Of course! [Of course he would.] You don't agree?

I don't put that much thought into my own anatomy.

[ That... and the fact that his physical body isn't even the "real" him. ]

Well, someone did. Seeing as you're a god cut from marble.

[Opp, he is a god.]

[ Straight to horny jail.

Would Venti still feel that way if he knew that Asura is essentially a mass of tentacles piloting a meat suit? ]

The only one putting that much thought into it is you.

[Yes----------]

Have you never looked at yourself in a mirror, Asura?

Not often. [ Because again, he doesn't put that much thought into it. ]

Then you should look twice. And then again! And maybe then you'll see that you're a beautiful work of art, my dear Asura.

The problem with that idea is that I do know what I look like, I just don't care as much as you do. [ And the only person he really thinks is a work of art is his husband. ]

Have you never cared what another person might think of you? I'm sure someone has called you beautiful before.

[Where is this husband.]

Not since I was a child. I stopped caring what others thought of me when the only person who didn't think I was a half-demon mongrel died. [ Sorry to get morbid there, but... ]

[ Alas, his husband can't remember him thanks to some laser-guided amnesia.

...Not that a pesky thing like amnesia has stopped Taishakuten from trying to hunt him down. The man is tenacious. ]

[ funky little purple man ]

[ NSFW canon art ]

Holy shit!

Yeah?

I'm a martial artist, I don't body-build, but I know sculpting that kind of muscle flattens your chest at least a little usually.

So, I think on that I already have to give you a ten.

Yeah... the muscles are hard work, but keeping my chest like this is a bit of luck.

Thanks!

I mean tits are usually luck unless you buy them, right?

Uh... just in case it matters to whatever you do next, I'm not just a girl. I kinda flip between genders?

[More literally than she's saying right now, but at least giving Ran some warning.]

Luck on top of luck. I don't always like admitting to luck when I work so hard at so much, but you can't just pretend it's not there.

[ Ran puts her hands on her hips. Looks Ranma over, and nods firmly. ]

Whatever you want me to call you then, boss.

Yeah, luck can be good or bad. It's working hard with the cards dealt, right?

[She smiles up at Ran.]

Thanks, you can still call me a girl right now, but I didn't want to feel like I was fooling you. Name's Ranma Saotome, nice to meet you.

Right. I know a lot of people dealt some messed up hands, lemme tell you.

[ Sometimes they end up pretty dangerous too. ]

Girl for now, Ranma. Alright.

Ran Sabiura, nice to meet you.

You're telling me, met some interesting people here.

[Ran herself is pretty interesting.]

So what kind of fighting style do you study, Ran? You an all-rounder or more a specific school?

A little of a lot of things. I like to travel and pick up stuff from different schools.

[ And then just carefully apply brute force. ]

Same here, actually! We call it the Anything Goes School, but it just feels like common sense to me.

Hell, that sounds like a pretty good description - although I do like to fight fair myself.

[ She gets it. Survival and all. ]

I get it, I think it depends on who you're fighting and why you're fighting them.

[Survival's important, but sometimes your pride is more important. At least if you're bull-headed like Ranma and many of the other martial artists in their orbit.]

You ever run across any supernatural fighters? People that can do stuff normal humans really can't?

Even then... but I know that's my personal, uh, thing.

[ Kuroko fights like a shithead in a life-or-death situation, and Ran likes her. ]

Guess it depends what you mean by that... I fought this guy who took so many weird drugs he didn't even look human though.

We all got our own ways of livin'. I won't fault you, clearly you've made it out so far.

[Some scars, sure, but she seemed like a badass to Ranma.]

Seriously?! That sounds freaky as hell!

[Ranma shrugs their shoulders.]

I meant more like using ki and stuff like that. Though there is one other thing, doesn't have to do with fightin' but does do with something else I said. Maybe it'd be better to show than tell?

I sure have.

[ It won't surprise her if she dies in a fight, but she kinda at least figures it'll be when she's old enough to lose a step. ]

It was super freaky. Way freakier than if I met someone shooting ki blasts.

But uh, I'm always open to seeing something new, too.

Sounds like it would be...

Anyway, yeah let me see.

[Easy enough to find a kettle of hot water in meme space.]

Girl one moment

[Pour hot water on, once the image cleared Ranma was now taller and more broad-shouldered. Black-haired guy rather than the red-headed spunky girl.]

Guy the next

[ Although if she could learn to do a Kamehameha... like, she'd never lose, right?

Ran was distracted thinking that when Ranma grabbed her water - his water now - leaving her staring wide-eyed. ]

Oh. I didn't know you meant boy-or-girl like... that.

[ Just a gender thing without the, y'know. Oh that reminds her - maybe she shouldn't bring up the stitched-together siblings actually. ]

Our hair doesn't match as much like this.

Figured you wouldn't, who would guess something weird like this? This is my original body.

[No idea why it's red hair for the other, curses are weird.]

Happened when I fell into this cursed spring while training with my old man. So now cold water turns me into a girl, and hot water changes me back.

[It was also like, a gender thing, but with the most dramatic cracking of an egg the universe has ever seen.]

Between you and me, I don't actually hate it? Just hate how some guys are creeps about it.

I see.

[ Kind of. It's a lot to take in, cursed springs. It's exciting too, though! The world is so big and magical. ]

Well, at least you turn into a human, even if it's a different one.

[ Always look on the bright side. ]

Aaah yeah. That's something that'd surprise a lot of guys.

Yeah, my dad actually fell into a different spring, so cold water turns him into a Panda.

[It's a little easier to deal with than a panda, Ranma will admit that much easily.]

Not even the surprise? I don't actually tell most people about it at all. A while back, I was in my girl form minding my own business learning how to ice skate. Next thing I know this weirdo picks me up and steals my first kiss!

A panda... that'd probably be a strength upgrade for some people, but damn they're slow.

[ Most important consideration. ]

No, I mean - a lot of guys don't realize how icky it can feel. I mean, some of them just don't care too.

[ .....not that some women aren't weird at women. Don't let Kuroko meet Ranma. ]

-ah, that said, you should've broken his jaw.

You would be surprised how fast a martial artist can move as a panda, but yeah you do lost out on some mobility from what I could tell from fighting him in both forms.

[Oh! Ranma nods along to that.]

I had no idea, I didn't hang out with a lot of people, guys or girls, and I was just traveling with my Dad, so I didn't even have my Mom around tellin' me what it was like.

[It sucks, actually. At least with how big creeps guys could be.]

Don't worry, I kicked his ass in an ice-skating martial arts competition and sent him to the hospital.

I don't doubt it.

[ Ran could make it work, maybe. ]

Learning that perspective, while still being partly a guy... you could maybe talk to other guys about it.

[ Still. ]

Ha! Yeah, that'll do it at least!

You're probably right, I can make a little bit of a difference anyway.

[Ranma does try, at times, but also they can be a dense idiot.]

Yeah, it wasn't easy. That was his and his partner's home turf, but we pulled through somehow.

[Demonstration's over, what else to talk about?]

Guess I could change back to a girl if you wanna rate me too.

Beating someone on their home turf is a great rush.

[ Even if she's usually just beating people to a bloody pulp. ]

You want rated?

Sure, you're pretty cool, so I don't mind. Anything positive would be kind of an ego boost coming from you.

Heh. Then go ahead.

[ She didn't get a super great look, but knows Ranma's gonna score well. ]

[One cold bucket of water later, and Ranma's back to being a girl. It probably added to the allure that her shirt was now wet and clinging to her chest.]

So, how do I rate? or do I gotta go topless like your picture?

[ There she is. He's she again, and Ran doesn't mind that look at all. ]

I think I got a p-pretty good idea.

[ She scratches the back of her head. ]

Eight out of ten.

You're surprisingly shy for being such an impressive lady.

[Ranma smiles at the rating.]

That's pretty good, I'll take it!

I can talk about fighting and stuff all day, but sex stuff, uh, gets me... nervous, yeah.

[ Although Kuroko really has upped her resistance. ]

You're real cute though, you deserve it.

Huh, I used to be the same way too. Got a little better about it after coming here.

[Memespace is a very horny place.]

That does mean you have a hole in your guard, if somebody could fluster you in a fight by being sexual enough.

... Would you maybe want some help getting used to it?

This is me after getting experience with this total horny freak I'm friends with too.

[ Kuroko would call herself a freak, mind you. ]

I don't actually think it'd work if I'm in fight-mode though.

Seriously?? Wow, well, guess it's good you made progress.

[Normally Ranma would be worried, but if Ran didn't like this lady, she'd probably be a smear on the pavement.]

Guess you're one of those fighters that totally changes mental states in a fight? Pretty rare, but there goes my excuse for making out with you. So guess I just have to be honest that I want to.

[ Even Kuroko can't take Ran head-on. ]

Yeah. I'm really glad.

I'm pretty hardcore in a fight sometimes but - aha, that's what you were going for, huh?

Not gonna say no.

Yeah, thought it might be easier to have an excuse.

[Definitely getting flushed after admitting that.]

Then you're gonna have to sit down or pick me up. Unless you want me to climb you like a tree.

[Ranma's shorter than the average Japanese girl, which would already be positively tiny compared to Ran.]

[He knows he's supposed to be commenting on her tits...

but his eyes are staring at all her muscles than just the chest.]

You are the biggest human I have ever seen...

[Even when he's in a shorter form right now, it's still impressive!]

[ No that's fine. She knows what she's proud of. ]

Ha! Yeah, that's not the first time I've head that!

I bet you have a bunch of people who'd love to hanging on your arms, too.

[Saying that because people had climbed and hung onto his real body arms for fun.]

I'll give you a full mark. Ten.

Sure do. I'm great with kids y'know.

[ She's a gentle giant when she wants to be. ]

So, I'm not surprised, but thanks.

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.....8/10.

[Reminds him of himself, kind of... only with more flesh and less metal.]

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Tough crowd.

[ ...weird looking crowd. ]

[He shrugs.]

Perhaps I should raise it to 8.5/10. It's impressive for a mortal to simultaneously be that muscular and that well-endowed.

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I'm not totally unique... but I've never seen a woman quite like myself, yet.

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Mm, well. I'm going to put you around an eight, Chris, dear.

Mm... that's acceptable.

Hmhmhm, good to hear. Your chest would need just a little more "oomph" to it for me to go higher, but what you have is very appealing.

Right? But I like what I've got.

[ She uses both hands to give herself a little bounce for emphasis. ]

And my Rosalie likes 'em too.

[She nods, smiling as she watches Chris give her chest that bounce.]

Hmhm, she's a very lucky woman, that's for sure~

Almost as lucky as I am to have her.

[ She never thought she'd be this sappy, not that long ago. ]

Hmhmhm, of course, of course~

[Be as sappy about Rosalie as you like, Chris; Zandra can tell you have a really good thing going.]

[ After a lot of not good things. ]

But that said... anyone's lucky to have you interested too.

Aww, thanks, dear. I haven't really had a steady relationship in a while, but I do have a few lucky girls around me off and on...

Hey, that can feel pretty good too.

Mm, exactly. Nothing wrong with having plenty of love to pass around.

[Though there would be those who might object to how or who she passes that love to sometimes...]

I bet you do a lot of that, huh?

Mmhmm~ I give my love to any girl or woman who interests me.

[And that's when she steps forward, placing one hand on the side of Chris' face, giving it a little stroke. She then pulls it away and chuckles.]

Hmhm, ah, but you're taken. Cuckoldry is not really something I take interest or pleasure in.

[titty king bakura]

[Dark Schneider rests his chin in the palm of his hand and barks out:]

Just look through the damn icons!

[Meanwhile, Lars finishes planting a sign behind DS warning of NSFW images among said icons. Then he pauses to catch his breath and flies away to leave the man closest to God to do the things he does.]

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[Sorry, DS. It's not a lady that's admiring you but a young, frail (painfully British) boy that looks a bit star struck at the wizard.

Of course, with DS being on the incredibly powerful magical persuasion, he can likely sense there's something off about this fellow white haired male. Some dark magic clinging to his soul. Something that isn't entirely interested in catching the mage's attention but can't do anything because it would endanger his host.

But that's beside the point. Ryo shakes his head and clears his throat before sheepishly asking:]

How were... you able to obtain that kind of physique, sir?

[No homo here ~~despite the boy's ambiguous sexuality~~. Just king culture and admiration.]

[DS' gaze slowly shifts from where a distant Lars had been flapping his chubby little dragon body to Ryo. If the legendary wizard notices something, he says nothing about it.

His blue eyes flash--but for a different reason entirely.]

You want to know the secret to going from a shrimp to the living embodiment of a rock hard sex god. Sure you can handle the answer?

[Oh...! A real dragon! Ryo gives a big smile as Lars flies away, sort of wishing he'd come over but perhaps another time.

His attention returns to DS, eyebrows arched in question at the man's phrasing.]

Well, not a... sex god but it would be nice to not be so weak...

[You should probably get rid of that cursed Necklace hiding under your clothes then, Ryo. Because that's what's keeping you that way.]

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My world is filled with ugly monsters and fat, pompous clerics. It's a brutal world of swords and magic where they gang up on the handsome main character because he's too amazing for them to handle one on one!

...

It takes too long to get to my level, kid. Just do some push-ups. Stay away from trendy diets.

[Oh no. He said the magic words. Pretty much all of them. Time for the young boy to go nerdy. Ryo's eyes light up and a smile appears across his lips as he continues to gaze up at DS in admiration.

You're not getting rid of him that easily.]

Oh...! You're from a fantasy world? I love tabletop games...!

Then... Hmm... judging by your attire, you're likely adventurer/magic user class? Which elements do you specialize in?

[He might have ignored the advice about pushups and diets. Far too excited to meet a real fantasy character.]

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[Due to the nature of the man himself, DS doesn't blink at the reference to tabletops. Instead, he leans back and smirks.]

Yeah, it's got all that in it. I use whatever damn element I want. Mostly fire, lightning, illusion, charm, and a bunch of forbidden spells.

Every spell I pursued is mastered! And every woman~

Those are all rather different schools of magic so the fact that you've mastered them is quite impressive, sir! You must be one of the most powerful practitioners in your world!

[He folds his hands behind his back.]

I write a lot of fantasy campaigns but... I've no one to play them with, so to actually meet someone from such a world is... Well, it's like a dream come true and an honour.

[Ryo bows his head politely.]

I would love to hear about your adventures. Gosh, I can only imagine the extraordinary things you've done in your life.

What a giant nerd..

I get it. Don't worry kid, I'm as incredible as--no--I'm more now that I think about it, so make sure you write this down! First and most important!

Dark Schneider is the most powerful, well-endowed, and sexually proficient magic user ever!

[He's been called worse so it's not a big deal.

Oh. Uh. Shoot. He doesn't have pen and paper so he pulls out his phone and starts typing rapidly.]

I see, I see...

[Which gives him an idea...]

Care to tell me your story then, sir? I could record all of your adventures, this way even more people will know of the most powerful and handsome warlock to ever exist.

[Yeah, he's feeding DS's ego because he's a nerd and finds him entertaining.]

... Surely you'd garner more women for it!

True. My manga is one of the best selling of all time.

Fine! You can never have too many women anyway..don't let anyone tell you different. Having a harem should be the goal of every hot-blooded male!

Write that down, too.

[Ryo chuckles sadly to himself even as he types that into his notepad.

Then there's a pause.]

What if... you don't want the women?

Then you'll die alone in a rusty old shack~!

Why's that?

It's the law of love. If you reach a level where multiple women want to pamper and pleasure you, then let em.

It's only right.

Can I skip that step and not live in a old shack?

[Kids these days.]

Only if you accept that they love you! Why stop them? I don't! I jump in the middle and crowd surf their curves until we're all satisfied!

[Ryo is an odd one.]

Because I have a...

[He siiighs and hangs his head.]

.. A fanclub and... I understand that they like me. I accept that. I'm simply not interested in that though.

[More for him, seems like. Ah, well. May as well ask.]

What the hell do you care about?

[DS can have them.]

Building dioramas, studying the occult, and writing stories.

[He'd like more genuine friends but... the Ring keeps Ryo isolated. So he'll keep quiet about it.]

[He's more than happy to! Especially if they're hot.]

The occult..

[DS sucks his own teeth with a soft "tsk" sound.]

None of that will help you get stronger. Screw around and you'll lose your own damn soul!

[Sigh. Another one. Everyone always warns him about that.]

I find it fascinating. I'm careful though.

[No, he's not. Hence the cursed item he's hiding.]

But I'm not strong... Not physically. I've never been...

[DS gets up and bops Ryo on the head.]

!!

[He clutches his head.]

Ow! What was that for...?!

Don't you read!?

No story ends with occult nonsense and cursed bullshit without some kind of repercussion!

[DS bends down some and leans in. His face takes on an ugly, twisted, insane sort of look ripped right out the panel of his beautifully drawn manga series.]

Unless you're already cursed?

I know b-but...!

[Oh how the Spirit would love to reveal himself dramatically right now but that would be absolutely reckless.

So he keeps quiet. Leave it to his landlord though to not want to hide him better.

Ryo looks nervous, avoiding DS's gaze.]

I... might be...

Idiot!

[DS grabs Ryo by the shirt, clutching right under the collar.]

I just met you and I already want to kick you in the ass until my foot falls off!

[The wizard releases Ryo and falls back into his seat.]

How long have you been dealing with it?

Ah!

[He's as light as a feather when DS picks him up. The boy stumbles back on to his bottom when let go, the slight jingling of metal(?) can be heard on him.]

I-I'm sorry... It's been about a year since...

[He trails off.]

... Why?

The curse could get stronger over time. Depends on what kind--yawn--I guess.

But you won't be getting bigger anytime soon. Keeping you weak means you gotta rely on it. A guy like me has no need for something an old hag would have to use.

[... He seems bored. Ryo can't help but frown, looking down at his chest.

Although the item in question jingles a bit again. Sharp, long shapes seem to graze past the fabric of inside the boy's shirt.

Seems the insult got through.]

... So... it's the item that's keeping me like this...

[He knew that. He just didn't like admitting it.]

Is there a way to... live in harmony with a curse...?

[This is simply the nature of Dark Schneider. He's actually listening closely enough, as Ryo tells more than he realizes.

Like living in harmony with a curse suggests some level of intelligence on the other side, for example. Or noticing reactions..]

Never heard of such a thing before. Sounds like it got you good. Probably too weak to curse powerful people.

[Ryo's unfortunately co-dependent on the thing now. Even when people try to take the Ring away from him, he finds a way to get it back. (Or the Ring somehow returns to him?)

The boy slowly rises to his feet and dusts himself off.]

It's...

[He pulls the cursed item from out of his shirt, letting the rather large medallion sit in his hands. Best to come forward about things.

The Spirit inside is not happy. But he's not stupid. So he's trying to mask his power as much as possible, making the Millennium Necklace seem like a trinket rather than a one of seven phylacteries to releasing Egyptian's Satan figure.]

... It chooses who wields it.

[Phylactery for Egyptian Satan, meet the Adam of Darkness.]

Chose you, huh? Want me to send it to a different dimension? That'll get it off your back.

N-No! Please, don't... I...

[His hands clench around the Ring.]

... With this... I'm... not alone anymore.

That's how they get you..

Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I'm not some uppity priest.

Thank you...

[At least he relaxes some.]

... I know it must seem rather foolish and self-defeating in asking you for advice when I already know what the answer is...

[He shakes his head.]

Regardless... My offer still stands, should you wish to have someone chronicle your adventures.

[Besides the manga, of course.]

[DS is kicked back, seemingly used to dealing with one foolish thing or another.]

I don't remember a lot of my early life..but what do you want to know? Action? The drama? My different travelling companions?

[At least the subject is off himself now.]

Well... Whatever you feel like telling! It doesn't need to be all at once. I don't have my computer or notepad to write things down properly at the moment....

You showed me yours, so I'll show you something of mine. Just gotta let the ladies know it isn't anything like that!

[DS sits up, and pulls a sword from the nothingness of space itself. A decent length, and completely red, like blood.]

The Sword of Eefreet. I took him down and made him my servant.

[He's not sure what that last bit means but his eyes light up at the sword.]

Oh...! An Ifrit? You took it down all by yourself? How did you come across him? That must be the perfect sword to accompany your magic!

Eh, not really.

[DS puts the sword away.]

I'm so powerful I don't really need it.

[Indeed, he rarely uses it save for a surprise block or a splash of fire based sword magic attack.]

I beat him with fire, and he's a fire-centric being. I've only gotten stronger since!

[heavy is the chest that wears the tits or whatever]

10 out of 10.

Oh, I love your outfit!

...Wait, this is supposed to be rating the chest, isn't it...

10/10, because it's the perfect size to pull off that outfit!

Well, thank you.

[this is weird but sure! She appreciates it.]

[Not as fuzzy]

You're alright.

[He just harumphs.]

[There's nothing there. F/F where applicable, but OTA gen stuff.]

Eh... well you sure are fluffy...

[Holds up a sign for 10/10 for cat]

[Masters of the Universe: the show where half the male cast runs around putting their envy-of-Charles-Atlas physiques on near-constant display.

Enjoy, peoples.]

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[Safe For Work, A little less safe for work]

There is

truly

no comparison.

Except for maybe my ass.

Indeed, though it did not seem my place to remark without prior invitation.

And given that you already have so much to be proud of.

[He very much is more of an ass person.]

[ out of character but AHEM ]

( He's not often one to comment, but he is compelled by the strange magic in this place. )

A very solid 9. ( Even he looks a bit surprised at it. ) They are just right, congratulations.

Just right, but only a 9? [ She gives him a look of faux incredulity. ] What do my tits have to do to earn a 10?

( He lets out a chuckle, a very good question. ) They would have to morph into any shape imaginable so that everyone can consider them to be perfection. They are just right for me, but maybe not for the other fellas.

Fine, fair enough. I’ll take my 9. I’m happy with them as they are. No morphing abilities needed.

Thank goodness, considering that must be a very harrowing and strange experience. I cannot imagine it. ( Curiously, he touches his own chest and imagines it for just a second. Interesting. ) Are they heavy to carry?

[ Midge is taken aback for a second because no man has ever asked her that before. Most are content to ogle without wondering what it’s like to live with large breasts every day. ]

Sometimes. Supportive bras are important. They help a lot.

[ If it’s weird to be having this conversation, well, she started it when she asked strangers to rate her tits, didn’t she? He seems genuinely curious though, and she can’t fault him for that. ]

( It's not that his job doesn't allow for such conversations to happen, but he finds no good time to make these kinds of questions, so this occassion was perfect to satiate his natural curiosity. )

I can only imagine, and they must a very particular challenge sleeping face down. ( He chuckles, the idea is childishly amusing really. ) They are precious to me, so i should thank the ladies for carrying them, even if they can be inconvenient.

Oh, I can’t sleep on my stomach, no. Gave that up a while ago.

I take it that you’re a tit guy rather than an ass guy?

[ Most heterosexual men are either one or the other. ]

Indeed I am. I appreciate the ass, make no mistake, but breast are my favorite... ( He's about to say something out of pocket, isn't he? ) They're certainly easier to bite and suck.

( Well, it wasn't THAT bad. )

[ He’s certainly forward. Thankfully, Midge isn’t easily offended. She did ask the question, after all. ]

Since we’re talking about biting and sucking hypothetical tits, I should probably at least tell you my name. Midge.

( Oh, dear. Where as his manners? He offers his hand for hers to shake firmly. )

Oh, my apologies, I should have offered an introduction. My name is Igor, Igor Conti at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you, Midge.

[ She returns the handshake. ]

Midge Maisel, if you want my whole name. Nice to meet you as well.

I’ve never met an Igor before. [ Never known anyone called it except for Dr. Frankenstein’s assistant. ] Where are you from?

And I've never met a Midge before, so this is a first for both of us.

( And of course, at the question he fights back a little smirk. It happens a lot, people get confused as to who he is by this name. The worst part is: )

Neither Russian or Italian, if that's what you're wondering.

It’s technically Miriam. I’ve gone by Midge since high school.

Got any other hints or should I just start guessing European countries?

Ahhh, Miriam is more common. That's a very familiar name, very popular when I was younger.

( There's a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. ) No need, you'd be here for hours otherwise, even if you are correctly assuming I am european. I was born and raised in Denmark for a few years before I moved elsewhere.

I thought I detected an accent.

[ He’s being somewhat vague about where he’s from, but Midge won’t press. ]

Do I get to rate your chest too?

( ooc: shh, it's mostly because I forgot to do my research on what countries and places in the world allow prostitution but don't tell anyone. )

Ah, my chest? Well, it's only fair, right? There is something to rate after all, even if it's subtle. Do you wish me to show you?

( He begins by loosening up his tie first while waiting for her answer. )

[ OOC: LOL it’s fine. Amsterdam/The Netherlands is the first that comes to mind for me. ]

[ Midge’s eyes get a bit wider when he reaches for his tie. For whatever reason, she didn’t think he would start undressing right here in front of her, but she’d feel like a chicken if she told him to stop. ]

Sure.

( ooc: I heard Italy too, so I really gotta see and choose lol. )

( The brief shock on her face is very amusing to him, it has him laughing a little bit. Yeah, it's a bit of a shocker, he sometimes forget that people don't know what he does for a living anymore. With the necessary buttons unbuttoned and the tie out of the way... he shows his very modest chest. Not a lot to write home about, but a very nice warm place for many. )

You can touch if necessary, I know a lot of people are more thorough with their reviews, so feel free.

Oh, that seems…

[ Midge isn’t necessarily uncomfortable, but her cheeks are pink as she surveys his very solid chest. Touching him is out of the question though, isn’t it? They just met.

She reaches a tentative hand out and touches his chest with her fingertips for a split second. Warm, firm muscle.

Gosh, it’s hot in here isn’t it? Midge clears her throat and tries to answer like this was some sort of very serious experiment. ]

A solid 7.

( It never gets old no matter how many times it happens. The flushed cheeks, the hesitant but nice touch, even if it's over too soon to fully digest it. It's a nice feeling, it had him smiling. At the score, that smile doesn't fade, he nods in agreement instead. )

That we can agree with. Not quite perfect, but very close to it. I like that.

( Midge will be able to breathe normally soon, since he's buttoning everything back up. )

[ She kind of wishes she could have looked at him and touched him longer, though she won’t voice it. As bold as she can be, that’s a bit too bold for her. ]

Well. Good. It’s a nice chest. You’re… a well-built man.

[ Get it together, Midge. ]

You, um, dress nicely too.

( It's not like he can read her mind, but she's been in the business of desire for, what, 8 years now? There's a certain look people have in their eyes when they're deep in thought, when they desire something. So, he smiles at it, especially hearing how she's speaking. )

Thank you. It's part of the job, so I very well should! ( He joked as he finished re-adjusting his tie. ) You have quite the impeccable style, too. Exquisite colors.

[ She’s flustered, which is rare for her. Igor’s look is different, but he’s not unattractive at all. ]

What job is that? [ Midge smiles at his compliment. ] Thanks. I like fashion. You should see my closet.

( Oh boy, let's see how she'll react to his occupation. )

I'm a gigolo, a companion for hire. ( Brief silence, then: ) Don't worry, this wasn't a ruse to get you to hire me. Even companions need friends off work, too.

Oh! [ Well, now she’s flustered again. ] That’s… you’re not pulling my leg are you?

Not pulling your leg, no. ( He shakes his head, fishing out his wallet and a little business card, handing it over. Which may be odd to some. ) Formerly a business man, habits die hard. A quarter life crisis and a revelation led me here.

[ Gigolos have business cards. She never would have guessed. Midge turns the card over in her hand, looking at it. ]

Is business good?

( Gigolos with business cards, sounds like the beginning of a joke. )

Pretty good, or at least I'm pretty good at it. Beats meeting with insufferable businessmen by a long mile.

[ It might become a joke, Igor. ]

I’m sure it does. I’m not surprised that business is good.

( What an honor for him! )

I bet you're curious about a lot more. ( He's not judging, his soft smile is almost that of fondness. ) A lot of people get curious about it.

Well, there are a lot of lonely housewives out there - if you sleep with married women. Women enjoy sex too, and if they’re not getting it from their husbands then they might turn to someone like you.

I admit that I’m curious. I’ve never met anyone who does what you do.

Do you sleep with all types of women? Women of certain ages?

You're exactly right, actually. I do deal with married woman, at least it started with that. Surprisingly, sometimes I deal with women who just don't like dating men but like the sex, some who are afraid of sex, some looking to lose it for the first time. In some occasions I'm hired just as a date, to show my client off to their friends, to make them feel more confident or to make them feel less awkward when stepping into a formal even.

All types of women of all ages, really. Everyone needs stellar company sometimes, I don't discriminate.

So it’s not just sex, but that’s the part I’m most curious about, of course.

What do you get asked for most often in the bedroom?

You can be blunt. You won’t offend me.

( He laughs a little at the honesty. He welcomed it above everything. )

I get asked to be rough a lot, unsurprisingly. Second thing I get asked a lot is if I'm okay with pegging, which I found to be a surprise. Third thing is if their husband can observe. That part is not surprising either. Fourth, I get asked if I like to cuddle.

( That part is a smidge sad when you think of it. )

[ Okay, that’s more than she bargained for, but she’s not offended. It takes a lot to really offend her. ]

Sort of the opposite of being rough. I think a lot of men just sleep with women and aren’t interested in that physical closeness after the act, which a lot of women enjoy.

Is there anything you won’t do?

Some people like the roughness, then the cuddles. The adrenaline and then the peace. It makes sense, aftercare and all of that.

( That question has him pondering for a second, arms crossed and a fingertip tapping his chin. Not because he doesn't know but because--. )

I have quite a few things I don't do. Watersports is one, I will not play out an assault scenario, I... ( A pause because remembering this one is kind of funny. He's trying to hold back his chuckle. ) I will not wear a clown costume. And I have a vasectomy, but I will always wear a condom, unless an agreement has been reached beforehand.

( He is nothing but cautious, really. )

[ Midge bites her lip to keep herself from laughing too. ]

Okay, the clown costume is a story that I both want to hear and hope that I never hear.

Wearing a condom is probably for the best.

I will need a glass of wine in me for when I tell you that story, and I think you might need one in you as well.

( There's a LOOOOT of stories he can tell, honestly. )

It probably is the smartest, even though I know a lot of women like the idea of being filled. You can never be too safe.

[ Oh, she’s sure he has a ton of stories, all lurid and fascinating. ]

I guess you’ll have to have a drink with me sometime.

[nsfw, yeah it's still nsfw but the nipples are covered at least]

Well, now. I do enjoy your fashion sense.

Ah-- dear, me. Thank you!

[listen, compliments always hit harder coming from beautiful women. Chora pats her cheeks, gaze averting and mouth twitching up into a wobbly smile.] Thank you. My current line of work allows for me to indulge in my love for jangly, floaty garb more than I might normally, so I'm glad that it's paying off at all.

...You're stunning, by the by. Just-- just in case you somehow weren't aware.

[Extremely tall, pretty, curvy, and bashful? Oh, this is almost too good a catch, Brigitte isn't even going to attempt to hide her growing smirk.]

I am aware, but it's always nice to hear.

[Excuse her, now, while she reaches up to cup her own chin while she appraises this lovely lady, head to toe.]

I'm glad that you get to dress how you like, too. It'd be a real shame to hide such nice... assets all the time. Are you a dancer, I wonder?

[It's either that or courtesan, but she's polite enough not to immediately suggest someone might pursue that particular trade.]

I figured as such, but credit must be given where due, especially in this day and age.

[Live through one Calamity, end up scarred for life. Who'da thunk it. At any rate, she's getting even more bashful, flushing purple and bodily turning away a little. Just a little, not enough to cut Brigitte off so much as try to protect herself from The Gay Thoughts.]

And aye, I'm a dancer. Used to be in pugilism, but that wore thin after a while. Dancing allows me a way to move around still, without having to deal with repeated impact on my wrists and elbows. ...And ankles. Joints in general. It's fun to switch back and forth for solo jobs, too. ...You, however, are a little harder to peg just by outfit and build. ...If that's not too much to say, of course; I mean only to imply that your elegance is matched only by an air of mystique.

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