Cross Effects 3.0 - The Third Time's the Charm? The Velvet Room (NSFW version)

[Elf]

"Why are we dressed like this?"

Forest looked at Saber and realized it was a very good question.  The Once and Future King was pouting slightly, her lip thrust out as her fists were clinched at her sides.  She was wearing a French Maid's uniform that was indecently short complete with white high heels and little black heels.  Saber had her arms pressed at her sides to keep the uniform's skirt from riding up to show anything.  Her cheeks were pink and even her pony tail bobbed with indignation.

Forest looked down at herself and scowled, realizing that Saber had gotten lucky with the Maid Uniform. "You have to be sodding kidding me," Forest said with a growl as she held out the extremely short purple pleated skirt she was wearing.  Her long blond hair had been tied off into twin tails and she had pom-poms attached to her hands.  The purple and white crop top gave a good look at the muscles of her midriff and had CE complete with a crescent moon behind it. 

Saber stomped her foot and asked, "Again, why are we dressed like this?"

"I have no bloody clue, but I'm going to bust someone's face in until I . . ."  Forest blinked as a table with a spiral bound notebook appeared before her.  She turned and noticed she was in a very lavish room with a four poster bed that could be described as "orgy sized".

The blond maid-king picked up the notebook, opened it up and began to read, "We cordially welcome you to the Velvet Room in which . . ." Emerald eyes met Forest's as Saber's mouth dropped open and her cheeks turned bright red.  She thrust the note book to the vampire and the vampire scowled as she read it.

"What the fucking hell is this this twaddle? 'In which your most deviant desires can come true.  Think of the Velvet Room as a reality marble that produces the most lewd and decedent interactions.  Posts in here are not part of Cross Effects.  In basic terms, this is where RP fucking that can't and won't happen in the main storyline itself will happen . . .' No.  Just no."

"Why are we the ones introducing this?" Saber asked, "I am inexperienced in these matters and you . . ."

Forest scowled and said, "Because we're fetish bait that's why.  So this Velvet Room is just for people to RP smut and shagging?  Bloody lovely."

"There is more appearing on the page," Saber said pointing as she looked, "'Enjoy your stay in the Velvet Room and remember that what happens here stays in here.'  Forest, I refuse to read this last part."

"Sod this," Forest said before throwing the notebook to the floor and heading towards the door.  "Neckbeards can get their smut on if they want to, but we're not having any part of this . . ."

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Lawrence blinked, rolled up blunt lit up in his hand. Looks like that magical weed shit was doing more than even Henderson had said it would. "Holy shit. Where the hell is this?"

[Mooncake]

Ezra shook his head in disbelief. In one moment he was lounging on an armchair in front of a fireplace in a more distinguished part of the room, one covered in bookshelves, with his Lance in hand.

The long-haired man looked around for a cigarette, his go-to in weird situations, but couldn't find any. Looking over at the figure sitting against the bookshelves, Ezra posed the question to him. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to know why we're here either, would you?"

Golden eyes burned over the top of the book - Madam, Will You Talk, a popular British romance novel two hundred years ago - as Lucas glared at Ezra. Scowling the redhead looked back down at the novel, his voice drifting up to Ezra. "I don't know why you'd think I'd know, human."

Ezra let out a low whistle at his words. "So, even something like you is weak to those sorts of books, huh?" The spine of the book began to crinkle under the elemental's hands, but he kept flipping through the pages at breakneck speed.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Ann's laughter rang out through the room from an armchair opposite to Ezra. Her clothing had been a bit indecent when she first arrived in this place but her mastery over the Shell was absolute and she was soon dressed in her favorite cloak.

"He may not seem like it but he's enough of a male for that, spearsman." She sauntered over behind the elemental and with one quick movement snatched the book from his hands.

[Mooncake]

Lucas's eyes narrowed in fury. "You-! Give that back-" His hand shot towards Ann, trying to grab at her form but only succeeding in pulling her to eye level. It was almost as if his knee-jerk reaction was fighting with his survival instinct; either way, the redhead was only able to pull Ann off-balance with his unnatural strength - strength enough to topple her onto him.

Lucas's pale cheeks were dusted with a faint crimson as he got entangled in Ann's strange robe. Even an existence like him wasn't completely unaffected by the magic of the room, though it was harder to touch him than most. "What on earth are you doing!?"

Ezra snickered in the corner, and draped a book over his eyes. "I've read enough of that japanese stuff to know where this place is going." While Lucas oddly, weakly struggled in the corner, the last member of the line of Longinus looked like he had settled in to sleep.

[Umbra of Chaos]

Ann smiled and grabbed Lucas' face with both her hands and pulled it closer to her own until their foreheads were touching. "How forward of you, elemental. I didn't think that you would have it in you." Her gray eyes glimmered with delight as her hold on Lucas tightened just a bit more. There would be no point in letting him get away after causing this.

[Brahmastra]

With a poof, Misaya fell onto the four poster bed, clad in the same red dress as usual. Only she noticed something quite wrong. A bit of an updraft touching her naked skin, previously covered by her daisy dukes, beneath the short skirt of the crimson fabric as she landed on the soft, silk blanket, contemplating her situation. In the room sat a variety of relatively attractive people of both genders, taking closer note of the blonde in the kind of uniform she'd expected of some fetish cafe.

Then she noticed in particularly the rather good-looking brunette by the bedside, leering at the two blondes from his chair. He could do with a shave, but it wasn't like that wasn't something she couldn't fix.

"Why hello there, handsome." Her voice was somewhat purring. She couldn't help but admit something about the current setting was quite... arousing, and that bled into her greeting for the man. It was as if all her normal worldly worries were washed away. 'And truthfully, I haven't quite had the time to myself I would've liked...'

[Arch-Magos Winter]

"Uh. Hello." The rather attractive raven haired woman in the red dress suddenly appearing on the bed made Lawrence blink. The blunt extinguished itself with the rush of air, magical cigarette now having run out of it's bet touch. "Do you, er, come here often Miss..." Lawrence stuttered out. He could see the death on her body trying to end her, and her own stubborn refusal to let it win just yet. She shined brightly in his vision, beautiful beyond his wildest imagination in just how alive she felt to him despite the wispy hands of eternity clinging to her like a silky nightgown.

Please just man the fuck up Lawrence.

Hey. Don't ruin the best chance in probably an eternity I've got of scoring. Fate isn't too kind to us in that department.

Fine. Slate your carnal lusts with the close to dead bitch. What do I care, baka.

...The fuck?

This place is strange, just fuck her please before I say more strange things.

[Brahmastra]

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Misaya said in a playful tone, amused mildly by the man's fumbling words. "But to answer your question, no, I can't say I'm acquainted with this place. You don't seem to be, either. Name's Misaya." She said, flicking her bare legs around in the air, the motion exposing the uncovered skin of her upper thigh beneath the red dress for a fraction of a section, before she decided to lie down on her side, generous amounts of cleavage exposed by her deep v-cut. Her face warped into a  far kinder expression than she was used to wearing over having someone to talk to so casually for the first time in forever.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

"Mine's Lawrence." He tried to avoid glancing at her rather attractive cleavage or her legs, with pretty much no success. Misaya was far too hot to have interest in him. Even if he was somewhere where hot women fell from god knows where onto the bed, and a vampire and blonde girl were shoved into fetish outfits for some reason, she was out of his league, knowing his luck. And then she smiled. God, that smile made her even more tempting in his eyes. "Or Law, if you're not feeling extremely formal about things. I'd offer you a seat but, well, you're on the bed already, and I don't have a drink." He was a mess of frantic speech. "To, er, offer." Even to himself that ending was lame. But it was hard to concentrate, with her so... close. It took an actual effort not to just stare.

[Brahmastra]

"Lawrence, huh. You don't need to offer me anything, really. You could offer to off that half-assed beard, but that'd be kinda hard for me to ask of you." Misaya said, a hand holding the curve of her hip that was turned towards the ceiling.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

Lawrence rubbed his stubble. "I've considered it before. But hell, it just grows back too fast for me to keep up with it. Five o'clock shadow my ass." Law said, leaning back in the chair. "How about joining you on that bed? Looks lonely."

[Brahmastra]

Lawrence rubbed his stubble. "I've considered it before. But hell, it just grows back too fast for me to keep up with it. Five o'clock shadow my ass."

"I could help you with that, at least for the moment." With an elegant motion of her finger, Misaya drew an I in the air that left an azure color in it's wake.

Izaz

A crackling sound began to make itself apparent as every hint of hair on Law's lower face froze over before shattering softly into nothing, leaving him with a baby face. The kind she liked, really. The rather handsome face of Lawrence wasn't completely ruined by the beard anymore, at least. Even if it probably left his chin a bit cold. No pain no gain.

Law said, leaning back in the chair. "How about joining you on that bed? Looks lonely."

"Hoho, big words you're using there, aren't they? You think you can handle me?" Misaya said with a teasing lilt, Though a subtle amount of genuine curiosity for such a situation did exist in her words.

[Mooncake]

Lucas's eyes narrowed, drawing his face together until he suddenly grinned like the devil himself. "Alright then," The elemental said, his voice as raspy as ever. "I won't get away. Instead, I'll move right through you." In the next instant, Lucas had tightened his hold on Ann and used his monstrous strength to reverse their positions.

His eyes were burning as the redhead beheld Ann... it was clear he wasn't accustomed to any of this. "How does it feel to be on the bottom, false woman?"

In the meantime, Ezra had cautiously snuck away, using his surprising powers of being ignored to slip away before the situation got to where he didn't want to interfere. He sighed to himself, having left the Lance propped against the bookshelf. I don't understand this place...

It was then that he saw her, on the bed, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. "M-Mina!?" No, even as Ezra called out the name of his wife, he saw that the girl on the bed wasn't her. For one thing, the girl had red eyes, and for another - he gulped - his wife had never oozed such raw sexuality.

[Arch-Magos Winter]

The feeling of having his hair frozen was, he had to admit, a strange one. It felt like snowflakes as the short hairs shattered into dust, Lawrence rubbing his slightly chilled chin. "Hey, I never said I didn't like it..." The complaint was less serious and more playful. "And I know much bigger words. I'd be quite happy to share and show you all of them, if you think you can handle me." A playful grin hit his face. "I am a very cunning linguist."