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[Court isn't exactly shy about sex stuff, so the idea of public vibrators didn't come along until after. But, well. Once the idea was put into her mind, she couldn't help but find it unreasonably, unfortunately hot. And it wasn't helped by Fran being dominating, incredibly attractive, and from a world where things like remote control vibrators didn't exist, prompting some interest in them. Curiosity, surely. Or maybe just she wanted to see Nightingale lose her damn mind. One of those.
But, well. Needless to say, Nightingale's being taken for a trip, showing Fran around her home city, because what's the point of RP if we can't have dimension hopping shenanigans? Nightingale is, naturally, wearing a skirt that seems just barely long enough to cover the fact that she has a vibrator hidden in her panties, with the remote in Fran's control, and a loose top since she doesn't have much cleavage to show. But she's curious where Fran is going to want to go, when...
The library. Go figure. Books all around, an incredibly quiet place, the buzz of the vibrator silenced by magic so the only thing that can give her away is her.]
I hope you're enjoying yourself.
[double meaning party!! on one hand: enjoying herself with the tour and the library and the books. on the other: ENJOYING THE VIBRATOR THING. her face is flushed already...]
But, well. Needless to say, Nightingale's being taken for a trip, showing Fran around her home city, because what's the point of RP if we can't have dimension hopping shenanigans? Nightingale is, naturally, wearing a skirt that seems just barely long enough to cover the fact that she has a vibrator hidden in her panties, with the remote in Fran's control, and a loose top since she doesn't have much cleavage to show. But she's curious where Fran is going to want to go, when...
The library. Go figure. Books all around, an incredibly quiet place, the buzz of the vibrator silenced by magic so the only thing that can give her away is her.]
I hope you're enjoying yourself.
[double meaning party!! on one hand: enjoying herself with the tour and the library and the books. on the other: ENJOYING THE VIBRATOR THING. her face is flushed already...]
[In their time in the Fleet, Opal and Nightingale had... well. They'd experimented. They'd discovered a lot of what they liked, what worked for them, and what made them happy. There was a lot of trial and error, but there was a lot of fun as well, and they got more adventurous over time.
Eventually, though, the Fleet got to a planet that was... Well. The entire planet seemed to be one big party. Clubbing, red light districts, it was very much a planet about indulging yourself and your desires. And (un?)fortunately, Nightingale was known to be very much a sub, and Opal deeply enjoyed driving her absolutely crazy.
The short version is, Nightingale and Opal were wandering the red-light district together. Nightingale's dress was... surprisingly risque for her, black and strapless with a thick choker, and fishnet thighhighs on top of that. And while that would be turning heads in almost any place... On Pleasure Planet over here, it still is, but it's significantly less abnormal than you would expect.
The problem, of course, is that Nightingale is still turning heads as they head for some bar or another, but she's also rather flushed. Because, under that dress, she isn't wearing any underwear at all. And she has three bullet vibes going in her- One on the clit, one in the front, one in the back, with their battery cases tucked into those thighhighs of hers, as she is trying very hard to not let it show. Opal, of course, has the remote.]
I'm starting to think you enjoy this too much...
[Says the one who definitely enjoys this too much. At least part of this was probably her idea, even.]
Eventually, though, the Fleet got to a planet that was... Well. The entire planet seemed to be one big party. Clubbing, red light districts, it was very much a planet about indulging yourself and your desires. And (un?)fortunately, Nightingale was known to be very much a sub, and Opal deeply enjoyed driving her absolutely crazy.
The short version is, Nightingale and Opal were wandering the red-light district together. Nightingale's dress was... surprisingly risque for her, black and strapless with a thick choker, and fishnet thighhighs on top of that. And while that would be turning heads in almost any place... On Pleasure Planet over here, it still is, but it's significantly less abnormal than you would expect.
The problem, of course, is that Nightingale is still turning heads as they head for some bar or another, but she's also rather flushed. Because, under that dress, she isn't wearing any underwear at all. And she has three bullet vibes going in her- One on the clit, one in the front, one in the back, with their battery cases tucked into those thighhighs of hers, as she is trying very hard to not let it show. Opal, of course, has the remote.]
I'm starting to think you enjoy this too much...
[Says the one who definitely enjoys this too much. At least part of this was probably her idea, even.]
I enjoy how gorgeous you look.
[Opal might not have the same toys on her, but she does have a black dress of her own as well as, of course, the remote.]
Besides, it doesn't seem like you mind, either.
[Opal might not have the same toys on her, but she does have a black dress of her own as well as, of course, the remote.]
Besides, it doesn't seem like you mind, either.
I'm still pretty sure you're the more gorgeous one.
[i swear to god if you two start this fucking flirting contest in this scenario of all things]
Does it count as minding if I wish we did this more?
[i swear to god if you two start this fucking flirting contest in this scenario of all things]
Does it count as minding if I wish we did this more?
Patently untrue.
[She steps sideways to bump against Nightingale's shoulder playfully.]
We could, if you want. I just don't want to make things weird for you constantly.
[She steps sideways to bump against Nightingale's shoulder playfully.]
We could, if you want. I just don't want to make things weird for you constantly.
Do I need to start listing the reasons why it's true? I'll do it.
[She just leans against her instead, resting her head against Opal's shoulder...]
I don't mind. Or... Um, I mean... If you're doing this to me, I wouldn't mind it being constantly...
[hello she is do-m trash and would literally not mind if opal put a collar on her to keep]
[She just leans against her instead, resting her head against Opal's shoulder...]
I don't mind. Or... Um, I mean... If you're doing this to me, I wouldn't mind it being constantly...
[hello she is do-m trash and would literally not mind if opal put a collar on her to keep]
My list will absolutely be longer.
[She pauses, though, just barely missing a step in surprise.]
Really? I mean, if you like it and you want me to, I would.
[She pauses, though, just barely missing a step in surprise.]
Really? I mean, if you like it and you want me to, I would.
No way. I can go forever.
[Okay, now here's the thing. Nightingale is do-m trash. But she also still kind of a jerk and loves flirting and teasing, trying to get a fun reaction out of Opal herself. So she leans in, getting up on her toes (more than her heels already do, anyway), to whisper into her ear.]
In fact... If you wanted to put something else here, [she runs a hand over the choker on her neck] I wouldn't mind.
[somehow, it's easier for her to be honest about her desires when she's already in sub mode from their play.]
[Okay, now here's the thing. Nightingale is do-m trash. But she also still kind of a jerk and loves flirting and teasing, trying to get a fun reaction out of Opal herself. So she leans in, getting up on her toes (more than her heels already do, anyway), to whisper into her ear.]
In fact... If you wanted to put something else here, [she runs a hand over the choker on her neck] I wouldn't mind.
[somehow, it's easier for her to be honest about her desires when she's already in sub mode from their play.]
Well, I can go on for several infinities.
[And then, well. As much as she loves to tease as well, she is secretly Weak to this. Even if she forces herself not to stutter, there's a noticeable blush on her on face.]
Maybe I'll have to think about it, then.
[And then, well. As much as she loves to tease as well, she is secretly Weak to this. Even if she forces herself not to stutter, there's a noticeable blush on her on face.]
Maybe I'll have to think about it, then.
[She's blushing herself, but that... might just be the situation she's in? Or her cheesy flirting? Because she's continuing to whisper.]
I mean it, you know. If you want me to... I'll belong to you.
[The tone in her voice is a bit sultry, trying to sound seductive about it.]
You'd have absolute power over me... For any of your wildest fantasies. Anything.
I mean it, you know. If you want me to... I'll belong to you.
[The tone in her voice is a bit sultry, trying to sound seductive about it.]
You'd have absolute power over me... For any of your wildest fantasies. Anything.
Well. Maybe I'll take you up on that when we get back to the hotel.
[She leans forward to plant a kiss on her neck.]
[She leans forward to plant a kiss on her neck.]
[Hm. On one hand: Public and not really a good place for it. On the other: Wound up, horny, already got vibes, and that kiss is really bad for her rational thinking. She tilts her head, exposing her neck like she's letting a vampire feed...]
You're going to make me wait that long?
You're going to make me wait that long?
[She pauses, looking like she's thinking pretty hard about it...
And then turns on all three at once.]
And then turns on all three at once.]
[as soon as nightingale had brought it up, fran had been... confused, yes, but admittedly curious about how clearly into the idea she was, just by talking about it. naturally, court provided, and fran, no stranger to odd machinery, had taken the time to assess. it was easy enough to figure out--she could practically see the inner workings of it just by picking it up.
well, no reason not to explore something harmless. nightingale's obvious enthusiasm might have had something to do with that. fran was deeply fond of her, moreso than she expected to be. so here they are, in another world, a feat that is already something that has fran's ears twitching. the mist here smells different, and it's enough to keep her focus entirely as they walk about at first. it's a good thing nightingale's world is jrpg-flavored, because fran might be turning heads even moreso than she already is.
it might even seem at first than fran forgot about the vibrator, or decided to ignore it, in favor of exploring? but she gives a small, secretive smile to nightingale just before they enter the library.]
Are you not?
well, no reason not to explore something harmless. nightingale's obvious enthusiasm might have had something to do with that. fran was deeply fond of her, moreso than she expected to be. so here they are, in another world, a feat that is already something that has fran's ears twitching. the mist here smells different, and it's enough to keep her focus entirely as they walk about at first. it's a good thing nightingale's world is jrpg-flavored, because fran might be turning heads even moreso than she already is.
it might even seem at first than fran forgot about the vibrator, or decided to ignore it, in favor of exploring? but she gives a small, secretive smile to nightingale just before they enter the library.]
Are you not?
[to her credit, she manages to keep her reaction quiet, but her knee goes weak, leaving her having to lean against Opal to stay upright. It might look to an outsider like she just tripped, at least...]
H- Hey!
H- Hey!
How could I not be? I'm here with you.
[... ok, listen, the dere is strong. She practically melts at that smile, because god Fran is so pretty. But she's gonna try to at least focus on keeping their little secret a secret as she shifts herself around...]
And... the little extra bit is fun, too.
[... ok, listen, the dere is strong. She practically melts at that smile, because god Fran is so pretty. But she's gonna try to at least focus on keeping their little secret a secret as she shifts herself around...]
And... the little extra bit is fun, too.
[cute. fran places her hand at the back of nightingale's neck, long nails finding sensitive spots and gently scratching--for just a moment, before withdrawing and heading down an aisle. she doesn't say anything, but the lingering touch at nightingale's neck has an implicit meaning: follow me.]
[A shiver runs up her spine as she feels nails against her neck- This do-m piece of shit here practically goes limp against her hand. There seems to be almost disappointment as Fran pulls away without going any further... But with Fran disappearing down the aisle, Nightingale is of course following after her, curious what's going to happen next.]
[fran's fingers run across the tomes as she passes them by, and eventually she stops and takes one out, flipping through it. she seems occupied with that at first, eyes darting over the text... until nightingale has walked just a bit past her. there's a soft click that's barely audible, and the vibrator turns on, a low but steady thrumming between nightingale's legs. the remote control is now sitting between the pages of the book fran is reading.]
[The click gets her to look up for just a split second before what happened processes. To her credit, Nightingale isn't showing much of a reaction, but her face is definitely turning much redder than it was before. It's not like she can say anything about it in the library, though, so she just... Turns back to the bookshelves herself, trying not to think about the vibration against her, grabbing a book herself to try to busy herself with... Or at the very least, to hide her face behind the cover.]
[fran is 100% reading the book in her hand, not paying any attention to nightingale at all. really.
... actually she is reading. welp. she'll do that for a few minutes and then idly reach over to stroke a finger down nightingale's neck, nail scratching lightly]
[She. She's not sure how to feel about this. But god, that nail gets her interested, a shiver running through her as she tilts her head slightly, showing more of her neck to Fran. It's an unspoken invitation, of sorts.]
[she's holding the book with one hand, eyes scanning across the page, not looking at her but still gently caressing nightingale's neck as it's offered. her long fingers trail along her jawline and chin, then back down the column of her neck. just toying with her, really.]
[Nightingale is a very touchy person... In multiple senses, honestly. But she likes to be touched, held, she is bad at it when it surprises her, but she tends to crave physical contact aside from that. So normally, she'd be content to just let Fran's touches fulfill that need, and to just enjoy some quiet time.
Unfortunately, the buzzing in her panties is distracting her quite a bit, and she shifts against Fran's fingers as she shifts her weight, trying to press her thighs together as if that will help...
And it's only then she notices the book she's grabbed is some sort of dry, overcomplicated scientific journal... About the physical effects of the Charm status.
If she wasn't already red, she definitely is now.]
Unfortunately, the buzzing in her panties is distracting her quite a bit, and she shifts against Fran's fingers as she shifts her weight, trying to press her thighs together as if that will help...
And it's only then she notices the book she's grabbed is some sort of dry, overcomplicated scientific journal... About the physical effects of the Charm status.
If she wasn't already red, she definitely is now.]
[fran finally turns to face nightingale, her hand tilting her chin up and sliding her thumb along her red cheek, studying her face. her expression is neutral at first, then she begins to smile]
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