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Forever my lady
the love between servant and master meme
These days, it's uncommon to have a servant. The wealthy have them, of course, but some of them even eschew that to have a sort of pride in being self-sufficient. Rarer still are the personal servants, the ones bound to just one person and taking care of their every need. They make sure their master or mistress is dressed, fed, and all their affairs are in order. They may double as a bodyguard or personal assistant in other functions, as well. This type of servant was much more common back in the day.
But today, you have one. You've always had one. Or may, you are one, loyal to your employer to the core.
Perhaps you're more of a vassal than a servant, then. You serve because of duty and love; you've been raised to know this your duty for your entire life. Your family has been tied to this family for generations. You could have even been summoned by magic, your whole purpose to serve.
And even if you're not a "true" servant in the sense of the word, there's always people who look out for others. You know the person in the group of friends. They seem bound to the hip to that one specific person, usually someone who actually does need the help, and acts as a mother hen to them. Yes, you're that person.
It all sounds simple enough, then. The problem? The relationship between master and servant has been blurred, and the feelings and bonds here have grown more than they should. The servant doesn't just love the master, they love the master. And it's not that much of a stretch to think that the gesture is reciprocated. But this is an ultimate taboo. Power differences, societal expectations, and conflicts of interest mean that there's a whole mess that can be made. If that line hasn't been crossed yet, keep dancing it. Try to back off, if you can. Do not cross the line. Do not become...more.
If more has come, you are in danger. Will it interfere with the ability of the servant to serve? Will they envy all those in higher stations who can get close to their master? And what about the nature of their relationship being exposed? Others will not be as kind, and there could even be punishment ahead should the wrong eyes fall upon the truth. After all, a servant and a master have been so close, in close quarters. There is no knowing what could have happened.
HOW:
- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Mention if you'd like your character to be a servant/vassal or otherwise.
- Tag others.
- Thread out forbidden affairs and one character taking care of the other.
Thomas Barrow | Downton Abbey | ota
integra hellsing / hellsing
Kurogiri | My Hero Academia | ota
hubert von vestra | fire emblem three houses
elias bouchard | the magnus archives | m/m
Nefertari Vivi | One Piece
For dragonshadowdive Android au
At least there’s no booming music or flashing lights or obnoxious holograms playing this time, unlike the wild Christmas party that had been thrown on his behalf. Instead the atmosphere is rather relaxed, with soft blue lights and classical music playing. It helps calm his anxiety a bit, but he’s still gripping his wine glass tightly as gazes out one of the large windows of his home. It’s February and a fresh coat of snow is covering the gardens, giving them a beautiful, ethereal look. Maybe he’ll go take a walk through them later, once all this socializing business is done…
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels a hand clap him on the shoulder, but thankfully it’s only Haurchefant, who’s beaming that bright, warm smile at him under the artificial lights.
There’s the birthday boy! What are you doing over here all by yourself? Surely you’re not going to make your guests eat cake and open presents without you, hm?
Aymeric huffs a little, looking a bit miffed at the sudden jumpscare.]
You nearly made me waste a good glass of wine. And what presents? You told me we were just gathering for cake and a bit of chatting.
[Haurchefant chuckles at that, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
Well, more like present, singular, but trust me, it’ll put all your past birthday presents to shame.
Aymeric doesn’t like the sound of that, honestly, which definitely shows on his face as he raises an eyebrow.]
I told you not to get me anything. If it’s too expensive I’m returning it. I won’t have you going broke because of me.
[Though the Fortemps family is quite well off, but still, Aymeric would rather the man buy things for himself or his family than waste credits on him. Haurchefant simply waves off his statement though, clearly not taking him seriously.
Trust me, once you see it you’ll absolutely want to keep it. Besides, the cost was split between Artoriel, Emmanelain and I, so don’t you worry about that.
Like that makes it better…but Aymeric knows better than to argue with his best friend, so he simply lets out a defeated sigh before downing the rest of his wine.]
Fine. Where is it?
[At least he’s pleasantly buzzed, which soothes his irritation somewhat, but he’s still not convinced that he deserves whatever this expensive-sounding gift is. Haurchefant does his signature gesture in response, looking more than a little pleased with himself.
I knew you’d see reason. And it’s scheduled to arrive-
The doorbell rings right on cue, and an image of the visitor pops up on the screen of Aymeric’s smart watch, clear as day. It looks like a delivery person for Ironworks Technologies, their logo clearly printed on his uniform, and Aymeric wonders what on earth his friends could’ve ordered him from such a company. The house’s built-in AI announces the arrival of their guest in a robotic tone, complete with little blips and bloops and beeps.
Unknown presence detected at the front entrance. Heat signatures indicate that it is human. Employee 1765432 of Ironworks Technologies, name: Wedge. Allow access?
Aymeric gives Haurchefant a questioning glance as the man saunters over to the door, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Yes, yes! Do open the door, Aymeric. We can’t leave our guest waiting.
Aymeric grumbles, defeated as he addresses the AI.]
Omega, open the front door. Standard security measures will do.
[The door promptly opens for the delivery man, who looks a bit awed by the technology. In the blink of an eye his retinas have been scanned and stored in the AI’s memory, and when no warnings of past crimes or active arrest warrants pop up on his history Omega beeps in approval, deeming the visitor not a threat. Wedge looks a bit nervous afterwards, swallowing hard, but the Lalafell steps in anyway, greeting them with a little wave.
H-Hi there. I’ve got a delivery for a Mr. Aymeric de Borel. Is that you?
Aymeric nods, and soon Wedge is handing over a tablet for him to sign, which makes all this even more suspicious.
I just need your signature right here. Once that’s done the boys will bring in the goods. Where do you want it, by the way?
Right here in the entrance hall is fine! Do be careful with it now!
Before Aymeric can respond Haurchefant is answering for him, and Aymeric hastily signs the tablet so that the poor movers outside don’t freeze to death. He’s not about to make their trip here pointless, even if he’s still hesitant to accept whatever his friends have gifted him.
That gets a thumb’s up from Wedge, who then uses his linkpearl to instruct the movers to bring in the package. And what a package it is; a tall, cylindrical object covered in a thin sheet to hide the “surprise”. It has to be carefully wheeled in on a cart, the two burly Roegadyn movers taking extra care not to bump into or run over anything. Haurchefant seems to be vibrating with excitement, and once the delivery is complete he’s tipping the men generously before herding them back out the door and closing it behind them.
Aymeric gazes up at the mystery gift in awe, wondering just what a huge container could have inside. He doesn’t have to wait long though, because within minutes everyone is gathered around to see the gift, looking curious. Except for the Fortemps brothers, who all look a little too pleased with themselves for some reason. Soon Haurchefant is giving him a gentle shove forward towards his gift, grinning from ear to ear.
Go ahead, my friend! Don’t leave your guests in suspense!
Aymeric really has no choice at this point, it seems, and so he finally gives in and steps forward before reaching up to pull off the sheet…
He gasps when he sees what’s inside, the people crowded around ooooing and aweing at the sight. Within the clear glass tube is a beautifully made android male, perfect in every way, wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy black underwear. Its skin is like flawless porcelain, its hair long and white as snow, and Aymeric simply stares slack-jawed at it, his brain slow to process that he’s now an android owner.
Beautiful, isn’t it? I created a custom model for you based on the answers to all those questions I asked you that night you were drunk off your ass at my house!
Ah. Aymeric flushes when the memories of that night come flooding back to him like a war flashback. He’d been feeling particularly lonely and isolated that night, and after consoling himself with an entire bottle of top shelf wine he’d asked Haurchefant if he could stay the night, and of course his friend had said yes. He vaguely remembers Haurchefant reassuring him that he could easily find a partner to share his life with, and asking him all kinds of questions about his ideal mate. And, well. This android certainly fits the bill looks wise. But still, this must’ve cost a fortune…]
This is too much…
[Nonsense! I owe you my life, after all! Finding you a suitable companion was the least I could do! Now, to activate it, just input your birthday on the keypad by the door.
Aymeric hesitantly does just that, his heart fluttering in his chest, not knowing what to expect once he presses the final key. He’s interacted with androids before but he’s never owned one, and already he’s feeling a bit nervous and unsure if he’s up to the task.]
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Copyright (C) 20XX-20XX, Ironworks Technologies, LTD.
Version 1007115
CPU Níðhöggr 3.756
Alpha Network: CONNECTED
Auto-detecting local networks...FOUND.
Accessing Omega... SUCCESS.
LOADING STARTUP ROUTINE...
[The android inside of the tubular package opens his eyes, irises glowing an unnatural blue as his systems come on-line. Different things start to happen all at once-- his chest starts to gently rise and fall with simulated breath. His eyelids start to blink at semi-random intervals. Synthetic blood starts to flow through his body, pumped along by the facsimile of a heart that rests in his chest. It all starts at the flip of a switch, mere seconds in real time, but for the android it feels like forever. When one has only been properly aware of time for brief moments, it certainly feels that way.
Once his internal systems all return green status, his eyes stop glowing intensely. One of his background routines is establishing connections with his Master's local network, getting the proper security credentials to use the network and to interface with it properly. Omega is, thankfully, completely compatible with his software, and it is a breeze to get everything set up. One less thing for his Master to be worried about.
There are a few humans here huddled around his case, all of them looking impressed, but the android doesn't really care about most of them. Now that he knows his systems are functioning as they should, he's scanning the crowd. Once his eyes land on the one with black hair and bright blue eyes, it's as if the rest of the humans are completely gone from his line of sight. He smiles softly at this human, already knowing that every inch of his being belongs to this man, and he steps out of his container to get closer to him, bowing his head to him.]
Greetings, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you.
[He straightens up after this, still keeping that fond-looking smile.]
I am an Ironworks android, Model 7115, and I am here to serve you. I hope I am to your liking.
[He was made to his specifications after all, but if there is anything that his Master finds lacking, well. It can be changed, of course. The greeting is entirely superfluous since he knows who his Master is-- Aymeric de Borel, age 30-- but humans are fond of their pleasantries, and the android is ready to perform them.]
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He’s not expecting the now breathing and blinking android to smile at him like that, and his heart skips a beat as heat rushes to his cheeks. The android is so beautiful and so barely clothed that Aymeric feels like he might just combust on the spot, and when it bows to him and calls him Master he makes a small squeaking sound in response. Which of course is incredibly embarrassing, but luckily the crowd seems to be focused on the android now, even if it only seems to care about Aymeric’s presence.
It’s introducing itself as Model 7115, and Aymeric can’t say he’s familiar with the tech. Hearing that it’s here to serve him is a bit confusing, and he’s not sure why it cares what he thinks of it. Something that might be obvious to most people, but Aymeric is a thirty year old virgin, and despite his genius status he can be surprisingly dense sometimes, especially when it comes to other people.]
Ah…it’s nice to meet you too. What do you mean by serve me? And you’re quite lovely, but where are your clothes?
[He doesn’t exactly mind the bot being nearly nude, but he can’t help but wonder why. Maybe that’s just how androids are shipped…? He really doesn’t know, and hearing his friends snickering in the background isn’t helping matters. He shoots them a look that says cut it out before turning back to the android.]
Sorry, I’m new to all this android business. I wasn’t expecting to receive you.
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I am your new companion and pleasure android, Master. I can serve you in any capacity you desire, just say the word. No clothes were ordered with me, but I could acquire some if that would please you, Master.
[He doesn't have a problem standing here in his tiny black boyshorts, his ass cheeks spilling out the back and the line of his cock completely visible in the front. If his being in such little clothing is something his Master dislikes, though, then he'll fix it at once.
Master is looking at some of the others, before apologizing, which has him smiling softly again. He steps forward and gently reaches up to stroke his Master's cheek, looking fondly at him.]
Not at all, Master. I am glad to be here with you. Perhaps I can help you relax and show you some of my features?
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[Serve…him…ah. Now it’s clicking. Now he knows why the android is nearly nude and eager to serve him, and he thinks he might just die of embarrassment on the spot. It’s one thing to purchase an android for companionship, but for pleasure? Aymeric isn’t stupid, he knows such things exist and are a huge industry, but he never thought he would own one. Yes, he’s a virgin, and yes, he’d rather avoid other people, but still, what?!?
The bot is saying it can acquire clothing if he desires, and Aymeric feels a bit bad about acting displeased by its near nakedness.]
Ah…maybe. We can look at options later…
[Later, he says, as if he’s going to actually keep the thing. He can’t help but feel annoyed with his friends for springing this kind of thing on him in front of a crowd, and he plans on chewing them all out once they’re alone. Right now though the android is smiling at him and reaching up to stroke his cheek, and at first he flinches at the touch, expecting it to be cold and inhuman, but surprisingly the android’s skin is warm and soft and very human-like, and he ends up leaning into it with flushed cheeks. Wow, he’d all but forgotten how good physical affection feels…
That question gets him all flustered again though, and he tries his best not to immediately flee to the safety of solitude.]
I…um. Can we discuss this in private? It’s a bit crowded here…
[Thankfully Haurchefant seems to catch on to how rattled he is, and takes it upon himself to finally bring the party to an end.
Alright everyone, it’s getting late and we should let the birthday boy have some private time to enjoy his gift! Thank you all for coming!
That “private time” bit gets a huff out of him. Now everyone is going to think he’s some kind of pervert!!! Ugh…at least he can hole up in his room after this.
Aymeric breathes a sigh of relief when his guests start to leave without complaint, though Emmanelain has to be practically drug away from every female in sight. Artoriel manages to drag him outside by the back of his jacket, leaving Aymeric alone with Haurchefant and his new android. His friend gives him a knowing smile, looking more than a little pleased with himself.
Well then. I’ll send you all the information about the android model on my way home. If you have any questions, or need any suggestions for activities involving your new friend, just let me know!
He waggles his eyebrows before bidding Aymeric farewell, and Aymeric grumbles a bit under his breath as he straightens up his glasses.]
We aren’t finished discussing this, Haurchefant. But alright, see you later.
[So much for chewing his friends out. Haurchefant just looks amused as he waves goodbye, the brat. With that finally over with he’s left with just the android, and he rubs the back of his neck nervously, looking sheepish.]
Sorry about all that. Ah…follow me. We can go up to my room.
[He’ll lead the android to the very top floor (past his laboratory on the second floor) and into his bedroom, which is quite spacious to say the least. There’s large glass windows from floor to ceiling on every inch of the room, which double as screens that can adjust the amount of sunlight, if any, that can enter. There’s also options for artificial backgrounds, such as the ocean or a forest or whatnot, and the room is both humidity and temperature controlled. Right now the windows are displaying the actual night sky, a few stars peeking through the clouds here and there. Best of all they’re two-way windows that allow Aymeric to see out, but no one else to see in. Perfect for a recluse like him.
He asks Omega to turn the lights on, making them dim enough not to burn his eyeballs but bright enough to see the android before him. It’s a bit surreal to have another person in his room with him, especially such an attractive one, and he still looks a bit nervous as he invites the android to sit on the edge of his bed with him.
Ah…where to even begin…? He sucks at social interactions, but maybe the android won’t judge him for it…]
So…um. Do you have a name? It feels a bit callous to address you by your model number.
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Yes, Master. I'm an android specialized in human pleasure.
[He can do other things, too, but that is his primary objective.
His Master indicates they can look into new clothes later and he simply nods his agreement, going along with whatever he desires. When he reaches up to caress his Master's cheek there's a brief flinch, before he is melting into his touch. Good. He's glad his Master enjoys his touch, he should bring him nothing but pleasure. The skin under his fingers is warming as his Master flushes, and then he's asking if they can discuss this privately.]
Of course. We may speak wherever you like, Master.
[Another human is talking though, causing his Master some level of annoyance, which in turn annoys the android. He flicks his eyes away from Aymeric for the first time, looking over the human causing the stress. Haurchefant Greystone. Asking Omega for details, this human is apparently his Master's best friend. Interesting. Soon he's leaving along with the rest of the party, giving them privacy at last. His Master is apologizing to him and he shakes his head, giving him another warm smile.]
Not at all, Master. I'd love to see your room.
[He follows Aymeric up the stairs, past an entire floor of the house where he can see plenty of equipment. It's none of his business though so he pays it no mind, following along until they reach Aymeric's bedroom. The room is spacious and comfortable looking, and the lights soon come on to cast a warm light on everything inside. His Master is sitting on the edge of the bed and gesturing for him to join, so he does, sitting with his thigh pressed against his Master's own.
He's just as pleasantly warm there as his hand was.
That question has him shaking his head.]
I do not have any other designation, but I will respond to anything you decide to call me, Master. Would you like to give me a different designation?
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Thankfully they’re alone now, and the android seems agreeable to talking upstairs. Aymeric wonders briefly whether it could protest if it wanted to, but he supposes they’ll discuss that eventually. Once they’re in his room Aymeric deflates a little, the pressure of being around a crowd now fully dissipated. The android soon joins him on the edge of the bed, and Aymeric blushes yet again when the android’s bare thigh brushes against his clothed one. It’s so warm, even through his clothing, and it really is like another person is here with him.
He’s not surprised to hear that the android doesn’t have a name besides what model it is, and Aymeric hums, looking up at the stars visible through the screen on his ceiling.]
I’ve never had to name someone before. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pick a good one.
[He wracks his brain for something suitable, and the one name that stands out among the rest sounds like it could possibly work.]
How about…Estinien? It’s a name I read in a book when I was a child.
[A book about a brave dragoon who killed many a dragon before having a change of heart and befriending them. There’s much more to the story than that, but it’s the part that stuck with Aymeric the most. He waits for the android’s response, though soon another question is leaving his lips before he can stop it.]
What all did Haurchefant tell you about me? Besides my name, I mean.
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Now that they're in his Master's room, sitting on the bed, hopefully the human will relax a bit. The first order of business seems to be naming him, and he waits to see what sort of name his Master will give him. Anything will be fine, truly, but there's a tiny speck of curiosity that wonders what it will be. He doesn't need to wait long before his Master states his name will be 'Estinien'-- from a book, it seems.
He quickly searches for the name, finding the book in question on the internet, briefly going over it. A dragoon...? How interesting. The newly dubbed Estinien gives his Master a smile at that though, nodding.]
Estinien is a lovely name. Thank you, Master. I will be sure to respond to it.
[Killing dragons though, huh? Definitely nothing like what he's designed to do, but an interesting name regardless.
--oh? But his Master wants to know what Haurchefant told him about him? Estinien blinks, momentarily confused, before he consults his own order record. Ah. Haurchefant and a few others are the ones who purchased him as a gift for his Master, so anything he knows about his Master likely came from him. It doesn't truly matter, he'll divulge any information he has since his Master has asked.]
Aymeric de Borel. Today you are 30. Black hair, blue eyes, elezen. You are six foot seven inches, roughly 200 pounds, you wear glasses for your myopia, and you are highly intelligent. Your favorite color is blue. You have a sweet tooth. You are the only son of a terrible man named Thordan, and a wonderful woman who is still alive but unfortunately sick. You have few hobbies. Your blood type is A.
[He rattles off the information, not having any visible reaction to any of it, since it's just data to him. He does wonder a bit at the gaps in his knowledge, but perhaps he can spend time looking up public information to fill those. Provided his Master finds that acceptable.]
Is any of that unacceptable? I can remove things from my data storage if it makes you unhappy, Master.
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[Someday he’ll be able to look at that smile and not get flustered like a schoolgirl, but today is not that day.
Hearing Estinien rattle off all that information about him makes him regret asking, but it’s not like the android is judging him for any of it…right? Hopefully not, anyway…
The bit about his father makes him frown, unsure why Haurchefant decided to include that detail, but he supposes it doesn’t really matter either way. The truly offensive part is the whole “few hobbies” thing, and he lets out a huff at that, straightening up his glasses out of habit.]
I have more hobbies than he thinks.
[He just doesn’t always share what they are, because he’s a huge nerd.
Estinien is asking if he should remove anything from his data storage, and Aymeric shakes his head, figuring it doesn’t really matter in the end.]
No, that’s fine. I would rather not talk about my father though, for future reference.
[Nothing kills the mood like mentioning Thordan!
Now that all that is said and done, Aymeric wonders what the hell he’s supposed to do next. He knows what Haurchefant would do next, but it’s going to take some warming up for him to utilize all of Estinien’s functions. He fidgets nervously on the bed, feeling rather stupid and awkward but unable to bail and hide at the moment.]
Um…I suppose we should order you some clothing. You know all your own measurements, yes? I also don’t know the first thing about buying android accessories. Can you show me how?
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Aymeric doesn't desire that he remove any information, so he does not, but he marks his father as a topic to never mention. He nods.]
Of course, Master. What sorts of hobbies do you have, if I may ask?
[Maybe he could help! ...though that is out of the aspects of his programming, he can always learn new things, if it pleases his Master.
Aymeric looks nervous, fidgeting, and Estinien carefully reaches over, taking one of his Master's hands should he allow him. He doesn't do anything untoward with it, simply holding it, trying to calm and assure his Master with the simple contact.]
I do know my measurements, yes, and I'd be happy to show you how, Master.
[He's asking Omega for access to the room's holographic systems, if there are any, and is granted it. A quick thanks and he's pulling up a hologram in front of them, eyes glowing as he does so, showing a stylized storefront. Ironworks Technologies says the sign on top, along with their stylized logo. Since most 'websites' for stores have hologram compatibility, their view quickly goes 'inside' the store, and there's a little bird-like avatar greeting them. It's a cute, super-deformed chocobo, waving it's wing at them both.]
Hello, we would like to see the android accessories, please.
[There's a cute kweh! as the bird hops to it, rushing back into the 'racks' before coming back with rows of options. The little chocobo waits patiently to the side, ready to give them anything else they might need. Estinien is reaching up with his free hand to flick through the options, setting in his personal settings to narrow it down. Plenty of outfits dance in front of their eyes, and Estinien leans back a bit to allow Aymeric to look at them.]
Do any of these catch your eye, Master? Of course, I am able to wear normal human clothing as well-- this is simply the catalogue of my manufacturer.
[So he does have a bit of a bias, but he will wear whatever his Master likes.]
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[He’s a weeb, in other words. Not a disgusting, sweaty incel one though, thankfully. Hopefully Estinien will be the one person he can share all of his hobbies with without being mocked for it.
He’s not expecting Estinien to take his hand, and though his first instinct is to squirm away it actually feels…surprisingly nice. He relaxes a bit, allowing the android to comfort him, and he’s definitely starting to understand why people enjoy having androids as companions.]
Ah…thank you.
[Estinien gets permission from Omega to access the hologram systems and is granted it, and soon his eyes begin to glow that pretty blue from before. So lovely…
He’ll try to focus on clothes shopping now though, since Estinien went through the trouble of showing him how. The storefront is quite neat and the little yellow chocobo that greets them is the most adorable thing he’s ever seen, all chubby and chibi-fied and happy to see them. He waves back with his free hand, though he’s unsure how interactable the little guy is. Estinien asks it to show them android clothes and it does exactly that, so maybe it’s programmed to be a helper? He isn’t sure, but that little kweh makes Aymeric want to reach through the screen and pat its little head.
The outfits on display range from modest to skimpy to everything in between, and Aymeric doesn’t know where to even begin…
That is until he sees the school uniforms and maid outfits. He blushes furiously as he eyes them, and he wonders if Estinien or the little chocobo would judge him for picking cosplay outfits. Only one way to find out…]
I really like these. The school uniform with the skirt and the…maid outfit.
[Gods he feels like a pervert, but he can’t help what he likes. Both outfits come with sexy stockings and other accessories, and they’re well within his budget, so into the “cart” they go. He’ll buy a summer and winter version of the school uniform, even if Estinien doesn’t seem affected by the cold. Aesthetics are important, okay? But hmm…what else? Aymeric waits patiently as Estinien flicks through the options, and he ends up picking out some adorable sweaters…along with some lewd ones. He also picks out a pair of studded leather boots, a few cute Lolita fashion outfits, and some cute striped panties, for reasons.
He supposes Estinien should have some formal wear as well, and settles on a nice black suit with a silky red interior and some expensive dress socks and shoes.]
That should be enough for now. What do you think? Do you like everything I picked out?
[Does Estinien come with his own preferences…?]
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What sort of books, games, and anime do you enjoy? Perhaps I could look into them, if Master would like that.
[If not, that's okay too! But knowing more about his Master might be a useful thing for easing them into his actual purpose.
He's glad that his Master doesn't pull away, but he would respect it if he did of course. He seems to relax a little bit with the hand holding and that's a win in Estinien's book, so he'll keep holding his hand gently as long as his Master allows.
Once the hologram is up he's directing the 'browser' to the storefront, and the little chocobo shopkeep is eager to help them. His Master waves back to the feathery creature which causes something akin to amusement in him, but he isn't too sure why. Hm. Odd. Thankfully the little chocobo does not care about the saucy outfits on display, and Estinien does not mind them either. His Master looks very flushed by it all, and he wonders briefly if he should dismiss the chocobo to calm him.
Thankfully he doesn't need to, and Aymeric is soon picking outfits. There are school uniforms, maid outfits, and other cute accessories that his Master picks. He doesn't react at all to his selections, merely wondering how he'll look in such attire. With any luck they'll all look pleasing on his form so his Master can enjoy them. There are some 'normal' clothes that are picked too, but Estinien does not have a frame of reference for any of it.
Aymeric is asking what he thinks at the end of his shopping spree, and Estinien blinks, wondering how to answer that. After a moment's consideration he nods.]
I am glad Master is considering what sort of clothing would suit me-- I am interested in trying them on. The only clothing I have is currently on my person, so I have little experience.
[In other words, no, he didn't come with preferences. But he can develop them over time. Either way, he gives Aymeric's hand a reassuring squeeze.]
I am sure the things you picked will look lovely on me, though, Master. Those styles of clothing are your favorites?
[He'll make a note of it!]
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[He doesn’t mention the lewd doujins he’s read though. Maybe some other time when he’s relaxed a bit around Estinien. At least the android probably wouldn’t judge his tastes.
He picks out quite a few outfits and accessories for Estinien, and he’s glad that the android doesn’t have any objections to his selections. It seems that Estinien doesn’t really know much about clothing since he didn’t really come with any besides his underwear, which is understandable.]
I see. Then I look forward to seeing you in them.
[That reassuring squeeze gets a doki out of him, and soon he’s checking out, paying for all the clothes with virtual credits. The little chocobo seems pleased by this, smiling and waving once Aymeric is all checked out. He waves back to the creature again, already quite fond of the little guy.
That question gets a nod out of him, and he boldly squeezes Estinien’s hand back, feeling a bit more comfortable with him now.]
I’m sure they will. You’re very pretty even without them.
[He flushes as he says it, eyes momentarily flicking down to Estinien’s bare chest and tummy before focusing back on his face.]
They’re a few of my favorites, yes. Ah, speaking of favorites…
[He glances down at the hand currently holding his own, studying the android’s perfectly manicured nails.]
Can I customize your body as well? Your nails, specifically. I think they’d look…very nice in blue.
[Of course.]
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He doesn't have much in the way of personal preferences, but perhaps with time he will. His programming leaves him mostly agreeable to whatever his Master wants, but stranger things have happened.
Hearing Aymeric looks forward to seeing him wear the new outfits gets a smile from the android, glad his Master is already excited for their time together. His Master is paying for everything and the little chocobo checks them out, waving as they head 'out' of the storefront.
Aymeric seems to have calmed somewhat, and he's squeezing his hand back, which is a good sign. That compliment is nice too, even if there's a flush on his cheeks. And he's checking out his bare skin rather blatantly. Also good.]
Thank you Master.
[Oh, but then he's looking down at his hand, asking if his body is customizable. Estinien nods, letting the human study his nails.]
Yes, Master. If you want to make less permanent changes, things such as nail polish will not harm my nails, and I can paint them to your liking. For more drastic changes, I can fully replace my nails with different colors and styles.
[He quickly pulls up some references on the hologram, nails of every length and style on display.]
My entire body is fully customizable. If something displeases you, Master, it can be changed.
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It’s not too surprising to hear that Estinien’s nails can be customized, though Aymeric wouldn’t go so far as to have them fully replaced. They’re lovely enough even without the blue polish. Still, Estinien is pulling up some examples for him to look at, and while Aymeric finds most of them a bit too flashy there’s some classy ones that he wouldn’t mind seeing on the android.]
Nail polish is fine for now. Maybe in the future we can try other styles.
[He points out a sparkly blue polish for now, pleased enough with how it looks. Estinien is saying he can customize any part of him if it displeases him, and while that’s a normal thing for androids Aymeric still thinks it’s a little bit sad.]
Nothing displeases me. Customizing some things is fine, but I don’t desire to change anything major about you.
[Once the nail polish is picked out he thinks he’s done shopping for now, and though he’s a bit more relaxed now he still feels a little bit awkward…]
I…I’m sorry. I’m probably not at all what you expected, even with your knowledge of me.
[He looks over at Estinien apprehensively, giving his hand a little squeeze.]
Here I am making you chit chat and shop for clothes when you were made for…other things.
[Gods he’s blushing without even saying anything lewd. Pathetic.]
Not that I’m not interested in those things, it’s just…I’m not very experienced in them.
[As in he has zero experience at all.]
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I'll be sure to look up how to apply the nail polish properly, Master.
[He's oblivious to why his words might be sad at all, but he's happy to hear that Aymeric is pleased with his overall appearance. He wants his Master to find him appealing, of course.]
I'm glad you find me pleasing, Master.
[He's also glad Aymeric seems to be relaxing a bit, even if he's saying things that don't make much sense. 'Not at all what you expected' is a bit silly, as Estinien had no time at all to make any assumptions about his Master. He'd only come into being when Aymeric turned him on. That gentle squeeze and the further explanation does clarify things somewhat though, including that blush on his cheeks.
Ah. His Master is inexperienced, possibly a virgin. His programming says this is a source of shame for some older humans, even if he can't comprehend why. Either way, his Master needs some reassurance, and he's going to provide it. He gives him a soft smile, giving another gently squeeze to his hand.]
That's fine, Master. We can go as fast or as slow as you like-- I don't want you to be uncomfortable with me.
[He shifts on the bed a little, facing Aymeric more directly, reaching his free hand up to cup his cheek gently again, giving it a tender stroke.]
We can start small, if you like. Perhaps you'd like it if I undressed you, Master? Slowly, of course. We could get to know one another's bodies.
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Estinien is reassuring him that they can go at a pace that’s comfortable for him, and Aymeric nods, continuing to hold the android’s hand to ground himself. He’s so handsome, especially when he smiles, and Aymeric will have to thank Haurchefant for making him so attractive, once he’s done being huffy at him.
Aymeric tries to think of a proper response to those words, but before he can get them out Estinien is facing him and reaching up to cup his cheek again, and this time he doesn’t flinch or try to pull away. It’s rather nice being touched like this, and he leans into Estinien’s hand with a pleased sigh…
…and then Estinien is suggesting that he undress him, and Aymeric’s heart goes wild once again, thumping hard in his chest at the thought of the android disrobing him. Get to know one another’s bodies, huh? That’s rather forward of him, though considering what he was made for it makes sense that he’d be direct like this. Not that Aymeric dislikes it, he’s just a hopeless virgin, which he’s sure Estinien will be able to figure out soon enough.
He takes a moment to think it over, trying to use his brain instead of his dick, but in the end curiosity and hormones win out, and he nods, blushing furiously.]
O-okay. It’s only fair, after all, since you’re nearly naked already.
[Though he won’t deny that he’s nervous about showing off his body to someone so perfect. Of course Estinien is probably programmed to find him attractive no matter what, but still, his nerves don’t seem to acknowledge that fact.]
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Aymeric looks surprised as his suggestion, heart racing, but Estinien holds firm. He'll back down if his Master declines, of course, but he thinks this might help him be more comfortable. Eventually the human is nodding, bright red, commenting that it's only fair given his state of undress. He chuckles at that, nodding along.]
Of course, Master.
[He'll move a little more to make this easier, gently guiding his Master to sit a bit further on the bed. He's reaching up to start unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing inch after inch of pale skin, his eyes raking over it. Estinien keeps his movements deliberate and telegraphed, and he's ready to stop if Aymeric shows any signs of discomfort.]
Master has such pretty skin, hidden away under here.
[He comments warmly, gently pushing his shirt off of his shoulders to get the pesky fabric out of the way. Estinien could already see that he had rather broad shoulders with the shirt on, but he didn't quite realize how ample his chest was. Hands move to his pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze as he admires them.]
What a lovely chest... How did you manage to hide these in that shirt, Master?
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He takes a deep breath when Estinien starts to unbutton his shirt, his heart feeling like it’s going to beat right out of his chest, but he lets the android slowly undress him, shivering a bit when his chest is exposed to the cool air of the room. Estinien is, of course, looking over every inch of exposed flesh, and when he says that Aymeric is hiding such pretty skin under his shirt he flushes deeply, bringing the back of his hand up to cover his mouth a bit.]
Y-you really think so? It’s not nearly as perfect as yours.
[No human could be, after all, but the android hardly seems to care about that. Soon Aymeric’s shirt is slid off of his shoulders to fall onto the bed, exposing his lovely chest that rises and falls with each heated breath. He doesn’t often show off his tits except on the rare occasions when his friends drag him out to go swimming or hang out at the beach, so he’s not used to having anyone staring at them like this. Soon though Estinien is doing more than just staring, and Aymeric lets out a startled moan when the android grabs and squeezes his pecs. How embarrassing…Estinien’s teasing only gets him even more worked up, and soon he’s squirming a bit underneath him, unsure what to do with his own hands.]
Ah…I usually don’t wear tight clothing.
[But maybe he should.
Eventually he shyly reaches up to touch Estinien’s hair, the soft, snow white locks feeling just as real as his own hair.]
Can I…touch you too?
[His body, he means, which is a bit more intimate than hair.]
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