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The Aphrodisiacs Drink Meme

Welcome to the drinks meme! Use RNG or pick a drink that catches your fancy. Effects are coupled, so the more the merrier (and kinkier)! All drinks include powerful aphrodisiacs and the bar features handy private rooms stocked with everything your fantasies require.

1. red - juicy red apple spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. effect: extreme, sudden arousal. You need someone, anyone, and you needed them yesterday.

2. orange - fresh orange juice with vanilla-laced champagne. effect: voyeurism. who cares who's watching? you want it right here and now. Or maybe you're the one who's into watching?

3. yellow - sweet and sour lemonade topped with meringue. effect: violence. angry hatesex can be more fun that it sounds...

4. green - lime sparkler with coconut and green tea flavors. effect: jealousy/yandere. You'll crave your partner desperately, and no one else can have them.

5. blue - crushed blueberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: domination. You'll have the urge to beat someone into submission. Make them the dog they really are.

6. purple - crushed blackberry puree, vodka and soda. effect: submission. You'll submit to any demands, and pain becomes the greatest pleasure. Who knew bleeding could feel so good?

7. pink - sweet sparkling champagne with strawberries. effect: loving. Your coupling will be adoring and loving. Onlookers will puke from the sweetness.

8. black - licorice and chocolate liqueurs. effect: The strongest of them all. There's no fighting the urge to fuck after drinking this. Even the most stoic of people can't resist this drink.

9. brown - coffee with hazelnut and cream. effect: energizing. You'll want to go all night, nothing can stop you. Multiple orgasms are nothing.

10. white - frozen coconut with jelly balls. effect: extreme bondage. You'll be frozen in place and desperate to be bound.

11. grey - earl grey tea with honey. effect: genderswap. Not the prettiest of drinks, but it will make you into the prettiest (or most handsome) belle of the bar. Just a sip gives the unbearable urge to crossdress.

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[ The only problem with London bars is that they tend to be filled with London people — men, more specifically, who seem to have trouble understanding the rules of personal boundaries. The club that Morgana's brought them to this time is sleek and modern and hip; a recommendation from one of the artists fitting an installation at her gallery. Really, what more should she have expected from a overpaid Tate artiste? By now Gwen should have learned of Morgana's love-hate relationship with her clients.

And speaking of Gwen. Morgana's eyes flash sharp over the rim of her asymmetrical glass. Her lover looks delectable tonight — she's attracting a lot of attention, both male and female, and a part of Morgana is proud to see others appreciating her for the natural beauty that she is. The other part, of course, wants nothing more than to tear out their throats in a shower of fleshy red. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ Morgana's lips curve into a tight smile. They're a plum-wine red tonight, which compliments her ivory shirt and glossy black pencil skirt, and high stiletto heels give her a couple of inches of extra height. Her free hand strokes over the back of Gwen's neck as a pearl of heat settles between her stockinged legs. Gods, how she wants her, and she leans close to murmur against her ear; ]

You look ravishing tonight, darling.

[ Morgana is a sophisticated creature by nature. Everything she does speaks of natural elegance and grace, she folds one leg over an other and while it would look perfectly ordinary coming from anyone else, she makes it look like a dance, something royal and aloof; she sips her drink, emerald in color and she looks like an avenging goddess, something sharp and demanding and wonderfully strong in her. She fits this scene well and Gwen would envy her if she didn't love her without bounds.

She was uncertain about this, Morgana is all elegance and Gwen cannot be that for the world in her simple dress of black cotton and lace but it turned out to be alright, more than alright with Morgana's fingers pressing into the skin of her nape, her lips playing the part of the most teasing ghost near her ear. Something had come upon her tonight and Gwen isn't quite sure what but she is not complaining. She is always unexpected, Morgana, she whirled into Gwen's life only to build them anew and Gwen falls apart beneath her and twists around her whenever she sees her. Tonight is not different and she lets her thumb brush over Morgana's cheek, the other rubbing circles on her back. ]

You're one to talk.

[ and she presses her lips to the corner of her moth, tastes the lip gloss there. ]

I couldn't look away from you if I wanted to.

Good.

[ Which is a relief to say the least. There's a playful edge to Morgana's tone now, although it should be more than clear that she wants all of Gwen's attention for herself tonight. She's always been a little possessive but there's something intensifying it tonight: the heat on the air, perhaps, making the other patrons confident and bold, or perhaps it's the combination of alcohol after a long day at the Tate. Who's to say. All that matters is that Gwen's lips are tempting, oh so tempting set so close against her own, and Morgana presses her hips even closer just to feel her gorgeous curves. ]

I don't think I could bear it if you looked away from me tonight, Gwen.

[ And she means that. The hand at Gwen's neck strokes again, this time with just the very tips of jet-black nails, before skimming around to settle itself low on her neat waist. Morgana smiles, sips her drink, and leans close to steal the breath from her lover's lips; ]

I want you all to myself.

[ she is only half aware of glances thrown their way, it's hard to pay attention to that with Morgana pressing into her, with the smallest scrap of nails that has Gwen bit her lip against a small gasp and then Morgana leans closer and Gwen is truly lost, her lips part at once to allow her in, her hand brushes through Morgans's hair and her words barely register in her mind between the taste of Morgana's drink and her lipgloss but when they do settle in, she breaks the kiss to press her lips to Morgana's jaw. ]

You already have me.

Well. Not yet I don't.

[ Her tone is suggestive, and she flashes Gwen a fey little smile. ]

But I will. Several times, in fact, before the night is over.

[ A promise she intends to keep. As soon as Gwen indicates that she'd like to leave Morgana plans on sweeping her back to her penthouse apartment: a nightcap, perhaps, as they watch the lights of the city from the balcony, or maybe she'll simply entice her into bed right away. All that matters is that Gwen knows how much she's wanted — needed, even, because tonight she's the air in Morgana's lungs and the beating of her heart. Everything is for her. ]

You're the most gorgeous woman in this bar, you realise.

[ She chuckles softly before leaning down to catch Gwen's lips in a sultry kiss. ]

I dare say everyone else is quite jealous of me.

[ she stirs something in Gwen, Morgana does. A woman of routine, Gwen has somehow found herself in a spiral of unexpected dates not to mention feelings and she melts in Morgana's arms, moans her approval into her lips, arches into her lips and her words still play on her mind and Gwen loves her a bit too much, a bit too deep. She draws it, every kiss Morgana gives her because Morgana is something else entirely and Gwen fears that she'll disappear with a blink of an eye. ]

Morgana.

[ she looks aside before remembering she said she won't and shifts to look at her again, cheeks flushed and bottom lip worried between her teeth. ]

I think I've seen quite enough of the glamorous night life -

[ dazzling and exciting but not tonight. ]

[ And that's all the cue Morgana needs. She teases for a moment, her gaze affixed on Gwen's as she takes an indulgent sip of her drink, before placing the half-finished cocktail back down on the bar and plucking her lover's from between her hands. That's set aside too — who cares that they cost a good twelve pounds each — because what Gwen wants, Gwen will have, and Morgana couldn't be happier. ]

Then let's make ourselves scarce, shall we?

[ She slips her arm through Gwen's easily to escort her out to the queue of black cabs. As the pass through the sea of bodies Morgana nods at some, greets others, because a woman in her position at the Tate doesn't make it there without keeping a wide, at-arms-length network. When they're finally in the cab Morgana laughs lightly, relieved to be leaving; ]

You'll stay the night, won't you?

[ Her hand drifts to Gwen's leg, sliding up over her knee to stroke her thigh. Damn the driver, and damn propriety. ]

I want to wake up with you, Gwen. Preferably in the middle of tomorrow afternoon.

[ Gwen wonders if they talk. If, after they leave, this flow of faces and cocktail dresses and ties call her, what? Morgana's consort? Lover? If they do,, she can only guesses they make certain Morgana doesn't hear about it. Gwen thinks her to be the world's most amazing woman but even she knows it'll be very stupid to get on her bad side.

she slips out of her shoes as soon as she slides into the car, silently cursing the day she decided to try heels.

Morgana drank half a cocktail, Gwen drank nothing but she feels drunk, feels the pleasant buzz in her blood, the unmasked excitement, the feeling that the night is endless, that she'll miss work tomorrow. This happens a lot more often lately and some of her coworkers raise their eyebrows and she shouldn't be encouraging this but she presses her face into the crook of Morgana's neck, breathes her heavy perfume and laughs into the skin there. ]

Yes, yes, of course.

[ and she has a feeling she'd say 'yes' to whatever Morgana would say right now but she feels young and in love and Morgana's fingers ghost above her skin, making Gwen squirm, press her lips to her neck. ]

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f o u r | obviously modern!

the things you do to me you terrible woman

I do what must be done, that's all. B)

what needs to be done to undo me entirely

/carries on gently unravelling you

most rude!!

I have to be rude! It's how I show affection!

it's very endearing so it's fine