Honeymoon Suite;

[omnivoracious]

Welcome to the Honeymoon Suite. Not only is it a spacious suite with a massive, comfortable bed, rose petals scattered all over the place, and quite a view of the island?

Check out this sweet-ass tub. It even has jets!

All in all, it's the perfect place to CONSUMMATE YOUR LOVE.

The walk-in closet and nightstand contain everything one might possibly need to properly enjoy some alone time, unless you are Cyrus, there are no ancient texts or tomes to be found here. What the hell is wrong with you.

Congratulations, Perfect Match!

Comments

[unrecompensed]

[The first thing she thinks is that it's so, so peaceful as they walk in. No yelling, no chatter... just peace.

It's really nice.

The second thing is--]

Oh--wow! It's beautiful in here!

[The second thing is "maybe I can get laid finally".

There are some romantic thoughts in there too, I swear.]

[aldaft]

[It's so . . . white. An unusual aesthetic for Cyrus, who follows just behind Aoko, but not a bad one. There are so many rose petals. He wants to touch everything in sight.]

It's certainly more spacious than the house.

[unrecompensed]

No kidding...!

And it's only for us. No chance of being interrupted or walked in on...

[Gosh...! That's a luxury, one she did not think she was going to get.

She wanders in further, and... flings herself onto the bed. It's so bouncy and squishy and nice, and she immediately just stretches out with a big sigh.]

[aldaft]

[In on . . . what? Aoko settles onto the bed before Cyrus can ask, so he lets it go (for now) as he approaches the nightstand. He opens a drawer and looks inside.]

. . . Hm? What's this?

[He pulls out a vibrator.]

1/3

[unrecompensed]

[She sits up a bit, reaching up to tidy her hair.]

Hm? What's what--

[unrecompensed]

3/3

[unrecompensed]

[CLEARS HER THROAT.

SUPER DUPER CASUALLY.

She's definitely still blushing.]

That's, um... it's called a vibrator. It's for, you know.

[waves her hands around a bit!]

... pleasure...?

[aldaft]

[(Un)fortunately, Cyrus is too preoccupied with the device in his hands to see the blush.]

Pleasure . . . ?

[He doesn't follow.]

[unrecompensed]

[hhhhhhhhh

hhhhhhh???

She groans, flopping back to the bed.]

... You're an adult man. Do I really have to spell it out for you...?

Am I going to have to spell it out tonight?

[aldaft]

Ah.

[Cyrus taps the vibrator against his palm, then turns to Aoko. He knows this! Kasque set him on that enlightened path.]

You speak of carnal pleasure. But what was that about tonight?

1/2

[unrecompensed]

[Maybe she should just tell him outright? He doesn't react with any sort of fluster, so that would probably be the most painless way of getting what she wants, right?

She takes a deep breath and opens her mouth:]

2/2

[unrecompensed]

[... And closes it again.

Douki-chan cannot yet ganbare.

Instead, she tries a different approach.]

W-well, you know... there's only one bed in here, so... I suppose we'll just have to share tonight.

[aldaft]

Fret not, my dear. If propriety is a concern, I can always take to the couch.

[He smiles at her, then turns the vibrator around for some more inspection before he presses a button. The thing oscillates at the end, and his expression unfurls into one of awe as he touches it with his other hand to feel the motion.]

Fascinating! Is this yet again the work of electricity?

1/2

[unrecompensed]

[Immediately:]

No--!

... I--I mean, the bed seems much more comfortable, and um, it's... plenty big for both of us. You don't have to do that.

2/2

[unrecompensed]

[oh my god he turned it on.]

... Yeah. It's probably battery powered... the batteries are what allow it to turn on that way.

P-please don't, um... fondle it like that.

[aldaft]

[Her outburst registers late due to his utter fascination with technology. He wants to ask about batteries, but sleeping arrangements are probably more important. His hand moves away at her request; the low buzzing continues.]

Are you certain? It's no trouble for me: I've slept away many a night at the desk while burning the midnight oil.

[unrecompensed]

Really. It's fine. I w-w-w...

[C'MON DOUKI-CHAN, YOU CAN DO IT.]

... I don't want you to sleep like that. You'll end up with a sore neck. And like I said, the bed's comfy.

[aldaft]

[W-w-w . . . ?

His free hand moves to the side of his neck as he deliberates on the offer. There's a beat, then three, before he pulls his hand back with a nod.]

. . . Very well. I accept your most generous offer.

[unrecompensed]

[She grabs one of the pillows, hugging it to her chest.

And quietly:]

... Good. I'm... glad to hear that.

[aldaft]

[He smiles her way, then looks down and presses a different button. The buzzing intensifies. Cyrus is not sure what to make of this invention so far. The press of another button decreases the intensity, and pressing the first button stops it altogether.

Satisfied with the preliminary check, he returns the vibrator to its home in the drawer, which he closes in spite of the other objects waiting to be inspected within. Stepping around the petals, he opens the mirrored door and enters the closet . . . ]

[unrecompensed]

[... Oh god he's snooping.

Aoko sits up slowly, pillow still clutched to her chest, tentatively peering towards the closet, concern on her face.

What other things will he find that she will have to explain...?]

[aldaft]

[He's snooping. The closet is also the perfect place to shed his scholar's robe, which he won't be needing now that they're indoors. It's after he hangs the robe that he peers into one of the drawers of the walk-in closet and pulls out something else that's new.

Exiting the closet, he catches her gaze with another smile.]

Ah, Aoko. Do you happen to know this object's application?

[He holds up a string of hardened beads.]

1/2

[unrecompensed]

[


No!!!!!


]

2/2

[unrecompensed]

[Her expression goes perfectly blank.]

No.

I think you should put those back.

And find something else to look at. Personally.

[aldaft]

[?]

There were a few items I recognized beside them—a blindfold and a flogger, for two. However, I fear that I'm unable to see the correlation between those things . . .

[He gives the beads a scrutinizing glance. Something for divination, perhaps?]