ADULT ROOM

[soulping]

[Welcome to the adult party room. Before you walk in, there is a walk-in closet containing every piece of clothing imaginable where you can get dressed up. No matter how large or small you may be, everything will size to fit you automatically.

Inside, there are tables decked out with the following:

Vegetarian and meat pizza.
Garlic bread.
Ice cream with any sauce and sprinkles desired.
Brandy, wine, fruit juices and water.

There are individual tables, with proper chairs and romantically lit candles.]

((Adult task lists.))

Comments

[untamedwing]

There was once a girl. Who worked in a flower shop. A very pretty girl, always managed to have dirt on her face since she worked with plants all day.

We were very happy, but then she fell in love with the local paperboy, and I was very heart broken.

[Just so....deadpan about the whole thing.]

[wingtamed]

I bet you wouldn't even date a girl if she had dirt on her face.

[untamedwing]

Probably not, but it sounds good.

Could that be a fetish? I could say that's my fetish.

[wingtamed]

It doesn't sound good, you ruined the whole thing!

An' I guess? But 's not really a creepy fetish. [ . . pausing. ] Not that creepy.

[untamedwing]

It's a quirk. [Shrugs.]

Hmmm. [Sipping his wine.]

I suppose wanting to see someone I love hurt and broken might be more along the right lines? That would be abnormal sexual behavior?

[wingtamed]

. . don't tell me 'bout your real fetishes.

[untamedwing]

Have we hit creepy?

[wingtamed]

's called sadism, an' I don't wanna hear about it! Go back to makin' shit up!

[untamedwing]

[Looks amused.] I'm rather certain we've accomplished the task with that reaction.

[wingtamed]

Only 'cause I know you enjoy that stuff.

[untamedwing]

[Chuckles.] If it puts your mind at ease, I'm not eager to see if it would apply to my 'sex life.'

[wingtamed]

Biting's fun. [ wow look he even stopped to consider how to answer that. ]

[untamedwing]

[:')]

[Considers it and nods.] It is.

[Since...bitey kisses.]

[wingtamed]

Not anythin' further than that though.

[untamedwing]

I'll take your word for it.

[Another sip of wine.]

[wingtamed]

. . 'cause there's no way you'd ever get someone to do that with you.

[untamedwing]

Oh, I'm sure I could.

I am still quite attractive.

[wingtamed]

A pretty face isn't everything, y'know.

[untamedwing]

Not for a relationship, but from what I gathered, such things don't always require one.

[wingtamed]

But you're also a shit kisser.

[untamedwing]

That would probably be a bigger tripping point, but if I was inclined, that would just be practice.

[wingtamed]

An' you don't even have a body.

. . a proper one, at least.

[untamedwing]

...



No, I suppose not.

[Loooooong drink, finishing off his glass and pouring another.] How has your body been?

[wingtamed]

[ taking that glass after it's filled, thank you. ]

Fine.

[untamedwing]

[Goddamnit Mira.]

[Pouring another glass.]

[Nods.] That's good to hear.