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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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Lonely? [ His eyes close for just a moment and glint with his smile when he opens them again. ] I'm not lonely at all, but I won't turn down charming company.

[ He knows her name and who she is; Solomon knows everyone here. That doesn't explain the sudden, stirring attraction. In fact it's almost confusing. Not because she isn't attractive, she is, but rather that he hasn't felt that for anyone else save one in a very long time.

Strange and perhaps he should go, but that thought is so very fleeting. Gone almost as soon as it occurs. ]

[Her smile grows just a little at that. She, too, has a vague awareness of who he is, at least enough to know that this is more or less for his benefit, and she's entirely aware that to the cynical it could look like a bid for publicity. But that isn't and never has been her style, even if the people around her have made it so on the odd occasion, and she gets sick enough of people just talking to her for the supposed glory that she wouldn't want to put someone else through the same.

No, when she leans in closer, when her fingers come to trail lightly down his arm, it's without a single thought to how it might look or what people might say or think. It's entirely for his benefit, because she's suddenly in an affectionate mood and why not indulge if he's not pushing her away?]

Well, I'm glad. Cute guy like you shouldn't be alone somewhere like this.

[It's her job to flirt, of course, but even for that there's a little more to her tone than perhaps there should be]

That’s very flattering.

[ He’s used to it – compliments and the like. However his smile is still genuine, still warm and one hand closes over hers. It’s the little details he notices right away – the softness of skin and the delicacy of her hand compared to his own. He finds himself quite drawn to them and to her. The beat of his heart picks up and were he not aware of where they are he - ]

So is the fact that you chose to visit me instead of any of the others in the room.

[ His fingers thread slowly between hers and Solomon tugs on her hand to bring her in closer still. He’ll not force it – never that, but he needs this closeness all the same. ]

[She doesn't object when he takes her hand, when he pulls her closer - quite the opposite, in fact. It's nothing overt, nothing too forward or pushy because that would just be wrong, that just wouldn't do at all. But she's more than happy to rest her head against his shoulder, nuzzling just slightly but that's okay, there's nothing wrong with affectionate.

Not when she has plenty of affection to spare and only one target in mind, now]

They've all had enough of me already. And even if they haven't, I've had more than enough of them.

[But him, no, she has so much more to offer him if he'll allow it. He must understand this game, after all, the putting on appearances and who cares for what's underneath. But right now, she thinks she'd like to show him, thinks she'd like to see, and why not, after all?]

[ How could he not notice the easy way she comes within his personal space? Close enough to touch and to lean. Her head on his shoulder feels right despite the fact that they’ve only just met. His arms come around her with one cradling the back of her head. A warning in the back of his mind tells him that he shouldn’t be doing this here of all places, yet he cannot bring himself to care at least in the context of himself. ]

Come with me and we’ll leave them all to each other.

[ He murmurs against her cheek. ]

[It's not difficult for Rise to become swept up in the romance of the moment, even as he's a near-stranger to her. That, in itself, lends extra weight to the situation, to her being swept off her feet and how can she resist something like that?

Besides. Here, she has to play nicely, has to remember the camera lenses and the judging stares so that she can't fully show her appreciation. And she wouldn't, anyway; she wants to focus on him, on what he wants, on what he desires and she doesn't want anyone or anything in the way of that.

For that she offers a slight nod, even as she leans into his touch, even as she knows she probably shouldn't. She's been good all night; she's always good and why not make an exception just this one time]

I like the sound of that.

[ It’s hard to pull away enough to walk and to only place one hand just against her lower back. It isn’t the same as offer his arm, but it keeps Solomon closer. With each second that passes, ‘close’ takes on even more importance.

This is his place, his building and when they’re away from the crowd and most prying eyes, Solomon tugs her down a quiet hallway with grin. ]

That should grant us enough time for the elevator to arrive. [ They’ll come looking sooner rather than later. The CEO of Cinques Fleches running out with a well know star? That’s bound to attract attention and fast, but he slides the key card through the reader. ] But there are other ways to spend that time as well.

[ Both hands come up and cup her cheeks, granting plenty of time between that moment and his lips finally meeting hers. Solomon lets out a small sound with that kiss, as if he’d been craving it without even realizing it. ]

[Since she can't latch onto his arm and since she has to maintain at least some decorum while they're around prying eyes - not that it's going to help them any - she can't give into her urge to let her hand rest at his chest.

At least, so she tells herself. That lasts about as long as it takes for them to get out of the room; after that, there's nothing to stop her clinging to him more as he leads the way, an innocent enough gesture in spite of the implications.

Of course, he knows this building and knows the game they both have to play and there's something in it that only adds to the mood for her, an extra passion that speaks to romance and it's only fitting, she feels, that they should kiss.

But that doesn't mean rushing anything. Her hand comes to his cheek, her lips pressing softly against his, brief butterfly kisses interspersed with longer ones but not pushing any deeper, yet. Not when there's still so much affection she can pour into just her lips on his]

[ Her kiss is everything and not enough as well. It takes every bit of his control, of reminding himself that they are far from anywhere private to keep from fitting her form tightly against his and engaging her in the deeper kind of kiss that he craves.

But he does if only to keep his senses peeled in case they risk discovery.

Yet he keeps his hands on her cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs as he accepts and returns each soft kiss that she gives him. When the elevator digs, Solomon backs up one step at time to it and coaxes her to come with him. ]

[She gives soft, contented hums between kisses as his thumbs stroke her cheeks, leaning into the touch a little though still keeping things chaste. There's no need to rush, after all - yes, she knows where this is going but that doesn't mean she wants a quick fumble. Not when she has all this affection bubbling up inside her, in need of an outlet and he's right here, after all.

She follows willingly as he coaxes her into the elevator, free hand coming to rest at his waist as she chases more of those kisses, only allowing anything to linger more than briefly once they're safely ensconced in the small space.]

[ The waiting is excruciating and - given his usual infinite patience - Solomon can't even find that fact strange. She's close and so very warm against him that it only seems fitting that he cannot seem to indulge enough or have her close enough to him. So when the elevators doors close and the hum and whir of the motors lurch them up, he pulls Rise in nearer.

Solomon's arms wrap around her with one hand smoothing down the back of her dress and the other curling around the base of the neck. Yet despite his urgency, his touch, though firm, stays gentle, coaxing her in with a more arduous kiss and a quiet groan in the back of his throat. This is what he wants, she is what he wants. A quiet, calm man he might be, but he's also always been a determined one as well. ]

[Rise doesn't mind determination, not when it sees things progress along a route it's clear they both want. The deeper kiss is met in kind, her hands curling in the fabric of his shirt as she stretches a little to meet him, granting her better balance as the kiss becomes more heated.

More heated, and yet she's still responding as though they have all the time in the world. They don't, she knows that, knows that the longer they're gone the more suspicious it will look. But she wants to draw this out, wants to fully appreciate each moment before moving onto the next, not letting any moment pass in being taken for granted.]

[ Solomon is both content and not with the closeness they now share and the slick/slide of her mouth under his. It's something of what he wants and yet not enough. Still enough of himself remains that he doesn't seek more in the confines of the elevator aside from his hands exploring her back through her shirt.

From side to hip he moves slowly, savoring each curve under his hands as it comes to him. She is truly exquisite in both form and the way she folds neatly against him. ]

[There's a similar conflict in Rise's mind, though one she's a little less aware of. There's part of her that wants to see more, wants to feel more, wants to give more and yet it rests alongside the desire to keep a sweetness to the passion, to make it about more than just base desire.

But that can wait. While they're in the elevator, while they're still on the move, kissing is more than enough, something she's happy to indulge in for as long as possible.]

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