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The Wild West Brothel (AU) Smut Meme
The year is 18...something-something. It's before cars, before airplanes, and before, if we're to believe movies and books, law and order were firmly put in order. The horse reigns supreme, though the train is an up-and-coming marvel, and that's where many people make their money- on both sides of "good" and "bad." Cowboys and bandits run the trails while they guard or steal cattle, and the lawmen can be just as crooked as the big bosses that own everything, from the cows to the mines in the stony hills. This is a hard land, a land for killing and a land for dying on the sandy ground. Everything drips red with blood, with little exception. Of course, there are places to find a little comfort. Such a place is Tumbleweed Tonya's infamous "cat house" brothel, the last stop before the open wilderness of the Broken Bird Trail, one of the most dangerous drives that leads all the way to Old Mexico through deserts and Indian territory. But you don't have to think so much about that at Tonya's. In a little enclave that includes a saloon and a mercantile shop, this little whorehouse is the best west of Texas. There's booze, good food, and, to be expected, good company. Tonya, a hardworn madame from back east who's surprisingly well-read, prides herself in keeping a menagerie fit for every taste, and she means every taste: there are young women, old women, Celestial maidens from the Far East, Indian maids, even men for those who enjoy a bit of masculine company. After all, she's not one to judge. Some even say that some of the workers may not be exactly...human. You've found yourself here. Maybe you're a worker here, trying to earn a few dollars with your body. You could be an honest cowboy, or a bandit hero, or the law itself. Why you're here can be just as varied. This may be your last ride and you're looking to share the last moments with someone. Perhaps you're a regular who just likes a good screw every now an then, an ordinary citizen who just got sucked up in all this, or someone involved in the blossoming crime world who does their business in a good ol' fashioned brothel. Worst of all, though, you could be someone who's in love with one of the workers and is trying to save him/her. That can only end in tragedy. Whatever the case may be, there are plenty of tokens to go around for those who have the money. Let your horse take a break, take a load off your feet, and enjoy some fun for a spell. OOC As someone who likes historical AU, I thought this may be a fun setting to play around with. Feel free to do as you like and do completely historical shenanigans, or play it fast and loose with something as varied as steampunk or sci-fi westerns. Of course, AU isn't completely necessary. For rules, they're just like any other meme: -Comment with your character. -Comment to others. -Get your smut on. Blank comments are fine. However, if you like forms, we have those, too! Character Name: Age: Role: What role your character is playing in this little show (ie, worker, cowboy, town sheriff, bandit). Multiples roles for different options are obviously okay. Preferences: Any Other Info: This is where you can put information about your character, their personality, or maybe even their "AU" information for this post. You can also come up with scenarios if you'd like. <b>Character Name:</b> <b>Age:</b> <b>Role:</b> <b>Preferences:</b> <b>Any Other Info:</b>

The Wild West Brothel (AU) Smut Meme

The year is 18...something-something. It's before cars, before airplanes, and before, if we're to believe movies and books, law and order were firmly put in order. The horse reigns supreme, though the train is an up-and-coming marvel, and that's where many people make their money- on both sides of "good" and "bad."

Cowboys and bandits run the trails while they guard or steal cattle, and the lawmen can be just as crooked as the big bosses that own everything, from the cows to the mines in the stony hills. This is a hard land, a land for killing and a land for dying on the sandy ground. Everything drips red with blood, with little exception. Of course, there are places to find a little comfort.

Such a place is Tumbleweed Tonya's infamous "cat house" brothel, the last stop before the open wilderness of the Broken Bird Trail, one of the most dangerous drives that leads all the way to Old Mexico through deserts and Indian territory. But you don't have to think so much about that at Tonya's. In a little enclave that includes a saloon and a mercantile shop, this little whorehouse is the best west of Texas. There's booze, good food, and, to be expected, good company. Tonya, a hardworn madame from back east who's surprisingly well-read, prides herself in keeping a menagerie fit for every taste, and she means every taste: there are young women, old women, Celestial maidens from the Far East, Indian maids, even men for those who enjoy a bit of masculine company. After all, she's not one to judge. Some even say that some of the workers may not be exactly...human.

You've found yourself here. Maybe you're a worker here, trying to earn a few dollars with your body. You could be an honest cowboy, or a bandit hero, or the law itself. Why you're here can be just as varied. This may be your last ride and you're looking to share the last moments with someone. Perhaps you're a regular who just likes a good screw every now an then, an ordinary citizen who just got sucked up in all this, or someone involved in the blossoming crime world who does their business in a good ol' fashioned brothel. Worst of all, though, you could be someone who's in love with one of the workers and is trying to save him/her. That can only end in tragedy.

Whatever the case may be, there are plenty of tokens to go around for those who have the money. Let your horse take a break, take a load off your feet, and enjoy some fun for a spell.

OOC
As someone who likes historical AU, I thought this may be a fun setting to play around with. Feel free to do as you like and do completely historical shenanigans, or play it fast and loose with something as varied as steampunk or sci-fi westerns. Of course, AU isn't completely necessary.

For rules, they're just like any other meme:
-Comment with your character.
-Comment to others.
-Get your smut on.

Blank comments are fine. However, if you like forms, we have those, too!

Character Name:
Age:
Role: What role your character is playing in this little show (ie, worker, cowboy, town sheriff, bandit). Multiples roles for different options are obviously okay.
Preferences:
Any Other Info: This is where you can put information about your character, their personality, or maybe even their "AU" information for this post. You can also come up with scenarios if you'd like.

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Character Name: Sarah Fortune
Age: 20
Role: A variety of options-cowgirl, brothel worker, sheriff.
Preferences: Public sex (in the brothel tavern, maybe?) breastplay, creampies and impregnation/risk thereof should somebody with a penis be involved.
Any Other Info: Boo.

Edited 2017-01-27 03:59 (UTC)

Character Name: Aether Brandier
Age: Looks to be in his late 20s/early 30s.
Role: Wandering cowboy, sheriff, outlaw, bartender.
Preferences: Not interested in non-con, extreme violence and bathroom things. Feel free to ask if you've any doubts about anything else.
Any Other Info: Also open to non-smut scenarios in a wild west setting.

He was a newcomer to these parts, that much she could from a single glance. One more cowboy who had ventured in from parts unknown, eager to make a name for himself. He might not have been as boisterous as the others, but then what other possible reason would he have to come all this way? Certainly not for the company, what with the way he was ignoring the pretty young thing latching onto his side. The poor girl had been trying to get his attention since the minute he walked in, yet he hardly bat an eye at her attempts.

It doesn't take long for the greenhorn to realize that he's just not interested in her goods or promises of a 'good time'. She's frowning as she excuses herself from the table, Emma watching with quiet interest as the young woman tries to gather herself, while the man she had failed to entice continues nursing his drink not all affected by her absence. And then she's off, heading back into the hustle of the crowd and drunken cowboys, already forgetting about the quiet traveler who had wounded her pride just moments ago.

"Not to your liking?" With a sultry sway to her step and half-finished drink in her hand, Emma Frost finally makes her move.

For a moment she pauses, wondering if he'd invite her to sit, but when he instead decides to remain silent, she goes right ahead and seats herself; in the exact same seat that young woman from before had been sitting in.

"You planning on just sitting here alone the entire night? Seems like a waste, if you ask me."

Edited 2017-01-30 04:23 (UTC)

(( slides a bayonetta in your direction ))

Nightfall, for many, signaled the end of day. A time for normal people to head on home, hang up their hats by the door, and just relax.

For Luka Megurine however, nightfall signaled the start of work shift.

Music plays on the off-pitched piano in the corner, the shaky notes of an inexperienced singer trying to sing a tune they can't quite remember the words to after downing two whole bottles of liquor. For a moment Luka's tempted to go over and put a stop to this travesty, when a very familiar face suddenly enters the room.

He makes he way up to the bar, catching a few curious glances as he goes. To some he is a new face, they can't help but stare and wonder. A few of them find themselves tempted to speak to him, but before they can make a move, Luka is already at his side.

"Well, look who's back~" There's a cheerfulness in her tone as she slides up next to this mysterious stranger. She spares a moment so he can give the bartender his order, before she's latching herself onto his arm and claiming for herself. "The wandering cowboy, Aether Brandier returns~ Finally got tired of hoping around from place to place? Or did you come all this way because you missed me~?"

Character Name: Juubei Kakkei
Age:26
Role: Town Doc/Deputy
Preferences: OTA with a slight m/m leaning
Any Other Info: Don't ask him to make a pun or crack a joke. No. Really. He is a first class stoic and is pretty much a samurai/doctor with a mountain-high sense of duty and honor. But he can't crack a joke to save a life. Also... I do tend to play him as still blind but willing to nix that if that doesn't sit well.

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