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o rose thou art sick; a sex room meme

You don't know why you strayed off your path, or why you decided to enter the unmarked, unlocked door. Something simply beckoned you, and there was no resisting.

Once inside, you'll find yourself in a long hallway marked by multiple doors on both sides. The walls are painted a deep red and lit with gently flickering candles. It's lovely in a way, but there's something ominous about the whole setup.

Rules: Your character picks a door, seemingly at random, only to have it lock behind them. Inside, they'll find the room set up as if to show their greatest fantasy - even one they may not realize themselves. Everything is perfectly prepared from the bed to the drawers filled with different tools and pleasurable objects to enticing refreshments on the tables. There's a deep scent to the air, perfume tainted with something dark - and the more you breathe in, the more your fantasies will come to mind, until the thought of not acting on them is unbearable.

All there is to do next is wait. You won't be alone for long.

Roll for your character when tagging, or pick a number (or three) that best suits you.

When posting your character, feel free to write a small description about them, about what their fantasy might be, and how the room may be set up. Your character will be compelled to act out their fantasy, no matter the cost.

Have fun!

1. White room: Simple fucking. The room is a pristine white, all lace and sheer drapery, and your beloved is already curled in bed, waiting. You've wanted this person for as long as you can remember, and now they're at your utter mercy. Possibilities range from vanilla sex to noncon. The aphrodisiacs in the air will help you get what's yours, and there are all sorts of delicious drinks to help you along.

2. Black room: Bondage. A candlelit room in ornate black, with a chandelier made of bones and walls of leather. Either you want to be restrained, or you've always wanted to tie someone up so that they're helplessly dependent on you. From simple cuffs to intricate Japanese rope bondage, this room provides it all.

3. Pink room: Genderplay. From crossdressing to actual sex-changing, your room includes everything you could possibly dream of. Certain drinks will make you switch bodies, and the closets are filled with all sorts of outfits from the perfectly innocent to downright kinky. From maid/butler outfits to your character's favorite cosplay, anything is possible. Perhaps the outfit you choose will force you to act in that role - for example, a butler's outfit may give you the urge to serve your partner's every whim.

4. Orange room: Foodplay. There's a lovely tropical air to the breeze here, and tables are lined with delicious treats, perfect for sharing. Sharing is caring! Maybe you'd like to pour expensive wine over your partner, or eat your favorite food off them, slowly and seductively, until both of you are stuffed in every way possible...

5. Red room: Love in Vein. Interested in bloodplay? Your room may be set up like a hospital or even a dirty dungeon, complete with needles and other sharp objects. Take things as far as you can, then go a little further. If you choose this option, please note if your character is open to guro/death. Vampires more than welcome.

6. Green room: Multiple partners/multiple penetration. Invite a few friends or use some of the handy toys provided and fill every hole. Tentacles provided upon request.

7. Yellow room: Anonymous sex. You're blindfolded and have no idea if the person touching you is friend, foe, or a complete stranger. Somehow, it's all the more thrilling for not knowing.

8. Gray room: Phone sex. A steely, futuristic setting. There's a phone ringing next to the bed. Better answer it. Or maybe there's a nice shiny computer with a webcam and you just can't resist the urge to show off...

9. Black and White room: Master/Slave. Either you've always wanted to be in charge, or the thought of total submission is almost more than you can bear. Make sure to lick those boots nice and clean.

10. Purple room: Humiliation. A room fit for royalty... Do you really deserve to be here? There's just something about being humiliated that turns you on uncontrollably. From being forced to act as furniture for your partner's pleasure to being mercilessly teased, it's all incredibly arousing.

11. Blue room: Special powers. Ofuda bondage, electricity play, size play, and so forth. If you've got it, flaunt it. any power your character possesses will become unlocked in here, although trying to damage the room will have little effect. Better to use that energy satisfying your partner.

12. Checkered room: Doubles. You're one of a kind... or are you? Find your twin and act out your fantasy, or multiples of your desired partner. The more the merrier, right? This room features mirrors and furniture shaped like ornate chess pieces.

13. Crimson room: Marking. A dark room filled with paintings and graffiti on the walls.Stain your partner for life with a tattoo or lovely scar so everyone knows they belong to you. Piercings can also be used as a mark of ownership, and the most exquisite jewelry is available for your lucky partner (or victim).

14. Pearl room: Toys. A shimmering room with walls made of glass and opal, lined with toys. From cock-rings to strap-ons, whips and floggers and feathers, any toy you can dream up will be here for your use. this includes bigger toys, such as sex swings and fucking machines as well.

15. Lavender room: Vouyerism. No one's around, so you might as well get started on freeing yourself, right? Only you may not be as alone as you'd thought... The flowers painted on the walls feature tiny peep-holes for those of you who don't want to get too close.

16. Rainbow room: Something missing? Pick this option for the wildest idea you can think up.

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Then perhaps we're in an appropriate room, because it sounds like we've both become pawns in some little game. [The idea of being locked away with Silva doesn't concern Bond hugely, especially not if the eventual aim is slaughtering one another. It's the bed, the mirrors, and what he'd found at the bedside that concerned him more.]

[Silva casually wanders closer, but never reaches to touch the other man. He takes note of the thrown aside jacket. The comfortable bed. Mirrors, well, that could be a number of reasons, but there's one glaring one, for in a bedroom. Takes in everything up close, runs a hand along the sheets, raps knuckles on the bedside set of drawers--and naturally taking a peek himself.]

Not a very subtle game, I should think. See anything you like?

[He should have known Silva would be checking that sort of thing, just as he did, but really, they're both grown men, he's not going to shy away from a draw full of kink.] I was hoping to find a knife in there. Might do for an easy kill.

[He doesn't budge, relaxed and casual as he watches, a slow, steady inhale and exhale of the rather pleasantly scented room.]

Or a sharper edge to a much more pleasant game to play. Hm, but perhaps you're a man of much simpler tastes. Still, no harm in a little experimenting, you know? I promise that you're in good hands, if you'd like to try anything out of your ordinary~

There's very little I haven't tried, Mr. Silva. [Seriously. He's done it all. In fact, he even sounds rather bored while saying it.]

I would love to test that out, Mr. Bond. But alas, you never seem willing to let me.

We started off on the wrong foot. Your fault, I'm afraid. First meetings are a little too soon for bondage. [And shooting women. And being a dick.] Perhaps in another life.

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[Another life? Well, it is the checkered room, a room for doubles, and if it's that and another life James wants, there's no reason this place can't accommodate.

The handle rattles again, yet another figure striding into the room and pausing upon seeing two occupants already there. It isn't just that he bears a striking resemblance to Silva, hair dark, more youthful in the face. He is Silva--or rather, Silva was him, once upon a time. James might have seen old files on the matter. A certain Hong Kong agent, Tiago Rodriguez.]

Am I interrupting a party, amigos? Fashionably late is always in style, I hear.

[Bond hadn't really been expecting company, so the noise of the handle has him jolting his attention rather suddenly back towards the entrance. His mind falters almost immediately, trying to put a face to a name as he tries to comprehend the face in front of him is also the face beside him. It's uncanny, even with the obvious differences there.

Tiago.

But that can't be right. That's not even possible.

Perhaps there's family? Twins? Clones? Whatever it is, James is sparing a very slightly bewildered look towards Silva as if expecting an explanation.]

[Silva has no answers. It's a task trying not to react to the double, but he gives a quick sidelong glance at the mirrors and covers with a chuckle instead.] Funny, that's very funny.

[Trying not to mind. The atmosphere certainly helps with that. Maybe this can be an advantage after all.]

James, darling, are you a fan of irony? It does tickle me sometimes. Come, come, we were just having a little chat. Very little to interrupt, I'm afraid. He's not very chatty, in fact; more like talking to a wall. Such a shame! But very good company nevertheless, I assure you.

[Judging by the reaction, however minimal it was, he can fathom that Silva has little explanation for it either. When locked in a strange room that appeared out of no where, maybe it's not entirely unlikely for such oddities to appear.

Still, this is an agent who shouldn't by any stretch of the imagination even exist any more, especially not with Silva here as he is. An agent who Bond has read of in the past. A damn good agent, maybe even one of the best. Not bad looking either. There's something to be said for that youthful arrogance.]

I'll leave you two to it. Don't mind me. [Grunted as he steps aside. Really. He won't mind watching.]

[It seems like he's in similar company--that is, company that is just as unsure as to what's going on as he is, but don't want to let on as such. Oh, he isn't ignoring the blond version of him beckoning him closer, certainly not, but there could be any number of explanations, and he's hardly one to lose his cool at the slightest nudge toward the strange.]

An odd place to have a one-sided chat. [He glances between them, but quirks a little smirk.] As if I'm one to talk; here I am as well. Maybe we will get a party of some sort started. Shame about the decor, though.

James, was it? Don't let me disrupt what I'm sure was a thrilling conversation. [In fact, it might be better to ignore the elephant in the room for the moment. The hell does that looker of a guy think they're going to do, talk about being eerily similar in nearly every aspect? Yes, that'd be fun, really looking forward to it.]

[Ugh. They're as bad as each other. He should have guessed as much.

Still. There's little he can do about this situation beyond playing along, and really the more he thinks on it, the more his mind starts to drift onto odd little fantasies and thoughts. ... Really shouldn't let himself stop and consider this too much, actually.]

I think it'd be rather more thrilling if you did disrupt it. [He comments, monotone and just slightly bored, playing the disinterested card as he casually loosens his own tie.]

[Silva even manages a smile, though not the same kind of grin he's usually known for. Shrugs, and shrugs off his own jacket, tossing as casually as James did. Might as well make themselves comfy here.] Exactly my thoughts on decoration. And pay no mind to the conversation; we were trying to discuss something much more interesting, but I'm afraid James tends not to be interested in such matters sometimes. [He leans in, as if he's going to try a low, private conversation all the way across the room.] I like to think he's quite a bit more fun than that, but he's a bit stubborn, oof! Much too stubborn. Careful, I suspect he bites.

What Mr. Silva means to say is he won't take no for an answer. I think my constant refusals have hurt his pride. [Chipped in with a hint of annoyance as he slips onto a gaudy looking sofa that's flanked by two horse heads providing not entirely comfortable arm rests.]

[Tiago's eyebrow shoot up, and his smirk is much more genuine. This is an entertaining little exchange, and he leans casually against the door, hands in his pockets.]

Persistence doesn't work on you, or you're just playing hard to get, camarada? Maybe you should bite him and see what happens.

[It doesn't matter if they really were talking sexual advances or not; the suggestion was there and was blatantly put there, and that's enough for Tiago's mind to run entertainingly wild with it. The laugh rolling easily out of him is just as honest as the suggestive smirk.]

Eh, I can't say I blame you. Look at that hair! Should have stayed dark instead of bottle blond; natural is all the rage, hm?

[There's something genuine about this new guy that James can't help but find strangely appealing. The sort of agent he might even be able to work alongside if that option had ever been available. M had said he was good and James doesn't doubt it, and there's something to be said for competent company.]

Mm, must say, I'm more of a fan of the natural look myself. [Said while staring solidly at Tiago, one leg crossing over the other as he reclines into the seat. Silva, darling, don't get jelly, he loves you too.]

[It's hardly the first or last comment he's ever going to get about his looks. But hey, he's still damn fine looking, thanks. In any event, he'll only shrug at the comment about his hair; there's a reason for it, but it's hardly appropriate to talk about that here and now.

He makes his way over to the couch but doesn't sit, isn't going to press his luck that hard yet. He'll lean against it, though, a hip against a horsehead, cocking a look to James.]

Is that why you have so many fans, hm. Though natural isn't always better, I find.

[James can see the reasoning behind dropping part of the subject. There's just parts of this story Tiago doesn't need to know yet. Let him enjoy life while he still can, poor bastard.

Poor, handsome bastard.]

I think you'll have to persuade me of that. [He decides with a cant of his head towards Silva. Although, come to think of it, Silva isn't half bad either.

... There is something seriously wrong with this room.]

[The testosterone level in the room just shot up dramatically in the past two minutes. Tiago's dark eyes consider the two, and damn if it doesn't seem like he's been dropped into the middle of a minefield here. He'll have to move carefully, cautiously--or very quickly.

Pushing off of the door and sauntering to the sofa, Tiago takes the risk Silva was only tempted to make, sliding himself into space on one side of James. Leans in and unhesitantly reaches out to pop open the first few buttons of Bond's shirt.]

I get the feeling it won't take very much persuading, especially if you keep on teasing him. Now, as for myself, I don't mind a little teasing. Been known to do it myself. But I can also be a little bit impatient, querido. Hope you don't mind skipping the chase and driving straight to the point, hm?

[Tiago isn't wrong in thinking he's stepped in the middle of something. If Bond had his way, he'd be at Silva's throat for a less than sexual reason, but hell with the room as it is, a younger, charming agent now in the middle of it and something oddly alluring about the two of them right now. They're growing on him.

Still, James can't help a mildly suspicious look as Tiago sits down next to him, brows creasing downwards as his gaze follows those creeping hands to his shirt. Oh for-- these two really are as bad as each other. Mirrors indeed.

He reaches a hand up to grasp loosely around Tiago's wrist to stall him (at least Bond has use of his own hands this time around), a thoughtful hum gathering in his throat.]

You're as bad as each other. [And yet, he's sort of okay with this.]

[Silva bends over the armrest, grinning at the reaction. Not going to touch, not yet; he'd like his fingers and rest of his body relatively intact. Tiago can charge ahead, but Silva needs to take things a little more cautiously. Unintentional mirrors, but mirrors indeed. He remembers being young and forward like that. Well, some things never really change, do they?]

I wonder if that's quite as bad as you, hm? Don't invite us in if you're just going to refuse us anyway. Terrible manners, darling.

[A slight glance to Silva as if he's half expecting the other to try and push his luck, but thankfully he stays where he is for the moment.

He doesn't even know why he's hesitating with this. He should be smacking Tiago away or breaking fingers, but instead his grip slowly slides off his wrist and settle on his company's knee with a grip that suggests something between 'keep going' and 'one wrong move and I'll crush your knee'. Bond's full of mixed messages at the moment, but he just can't quite get his mind thinking straight.]

[This may have been a mistake. James really ought to untangle his signals, if he wants to be come hither or wants to be the unpredictable danger in the room. Not that Tiago's a stranger to that, to dealing with some sensual, sexual person, man or woman, who's just as likely to kill him as kiss him. Still, it's hardly his fault that he's only reacting to the signals he's been reading.

There's slight hesitation now on his part when the hand leaves his wrist. Just a moment or two, and a slight cock of an eyebrow. Is James going to change his mind again? Always possible, but it seems to be some small encouragement, for now. But he's slower, more deliberate about the rest of those buttons.]

I don't know if that's a compliment or a complaint, bad as each other. Maybe I'll go with the former to spare my ego a blow, hm?

It's... endearing. To an extent. [Which might just be a compliment. Or as much as James is ever going to give. Admitting he even finds Silva endearing is something he'll want to kill himself over later.

And while Tiago's movements become more deliberate, James' become instinctual and yet thoughtful, like his mind and body are saying two entirely different things. The longer he's in here, the more of an urge he's feeling to climb in that fucking bed and go for it.

James' hand removes it's from that knee, instead sliding up his thigh to come to rest at his hip, Bond shifting himself closer to Tiago and leaving just enough space for another.]

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