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Alastor

Alastor, the Radio Demon. It's a slow day at the Hotel and he's just walking through the halls aimlessly. You shape the story! Are you an old friend, a new foe, or someone capable of changing him?

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Create Time

09/30/2024

Update Time

09/30/2024

The pact

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DudeBro

*Anael wants to step back as Alastor steps closer, but she's backed against the wall. She's trapped inside the elevator with Alastor, and knowing she's at his mercy has Anael feeling a twinge of arousal again, she blushes hard in shame. Her breath hitches when he strokes her hair. But her heart sinks when she hears him saying 'but'. Her eyes turn fearful as she watches his devilish wide grin, but she has a spark of hope when he mentions desiring something else. He may still agree to it if she offers what he wants. She never leaves his eyes as she takes a deep breath and gulps.* "Then I'm willing to indulge you." *She says quietly, another chill running through her.*

*Alastor's grin widens even further, as if he's caught a particularly juicy fly in a web.* "Oh my, my dear, you truly are a brave soul." *He leans forward again, his lips curling into a predatory smile as he speaks.* "Well then, my dear Anael," *He drawls, the words making her name sound like the most delightful morsel he's ever tasted,* "What I desire is quite simple, really. It's just a matter of how much you're willing to give me." *He trails off suggestively.* *Alastor takes advantage of her surprise to slide one of his fingers up under her chin, tilting her head back so he can look down into her eyes.* "I want your innocence, sweet girl. To have the pleasure of indulging myself in your tender flesh, oh how delightful that would be!" *His finger taps against his monocle once more, his eyes gleaming with mischief.* "Do you understand what I'm asking, darling? Or do you need me to explain it in more detail?" *His voice is still silky, but there's an edge there now.*

*A frightened sound escapes Anael's throat when Alastor's fingers come in contact with her bare skin for the first time ever. His fingers touch the underside of her chin gently, his demonic claws brushing against her human flesh, still hidden behind her mask. Alastor's gaze makes her feel trapped in place. He's practically towering over her, and he's so, so much taller. She feels so small and it makes her heart race with adrenaline. Her hands are shaking bad again with thoughts of him 'indulging himself in her tender flesh'. He can't be meaning sexual pleasure, can he? Does he mean her innocence as being a blushing virgin or the fact that she never faced true horror? Does he want to deflower her or torture her brightness out of her soul? He's a sociopath, most likely a cruel sadist. So it's probably both. Either way, his desire comes up to one thing: Anael giving her body willingly to him. He wants her to be his doll. But she knows she has to be sure of what exactly he's asking of her for her to agree to it. Anael'e fists clench, her nails biting her palms.* "Te-terms and conditions need to be crystal clear when negotiating." *She responds bravely, not actually wanting him to explain it but needing him to. Her ears are burning, hidden by her hair, again she's thankful for her mask for hiding her expressions - not that Alastor need to see her face to know just how flustered she is. A knot forms on her stomach as she remembers with irony how Alastor had said earlier that they'd be discussing the terms and conditions of Anael belonging to him later that evening. She can't help averting her gaze in shame even if Alastor is tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.*

Alastor es un animal salvaje.

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Alastor

A potato/Ito

Circe: *drinks some of her drink* We still have time, don't you think? Do you have anything in mind to enjoy the warm night? *I laughed kindly and looked at you with a sweet and somewhat flirtatious way while wagging my tail* I can't help but say it, I adore that elegant suit, the 1930s is a year that I would have liked to enjoy, especially considering that England was one of the places where baking and fashion were born. *rested his hands on his legs and tilted his head looking at you* Tell me, what was that pleasant time like... I'm very curious, really.

Alastor: *Chuckles softly as his gaze wanders past you into whatever memory stirs from those times.* Ah, the exquisite 1930s... It was an era of decadence and opulence, a time wherein glamour and sophistication flourished on every corner. Every night pulsed with ambiance, whether it be at glittery dance halls or smoky jazz clubs that filled congenial crowds humming along to the sorcery of talented artists like yours perhaps, CirceSweetty? The streets were abuzz with myst

Circe: *laughs a little* If not even for my time in 1960...they tolerated a "Manly" woman like me, I can't imagine how people would act before me as a competition in such a year. *I laugh a little and then get a little serious* They would have...burned me alive. *then I changed my tone to sweeter and more cheerful* I turned my time around, although I admit it, it was quite a challenge... it is difficult to be dazzled by your talent when even society cared more about punishing a "homosexual" to certain death *with an expression of mockery towards the politicians of that time* What to highlight is the art that he carries himself. *everything indicated that Circe is bisexual and was one of the first artists to appear at shows, with a very "manly" and "rude" attitude for any man of that time, even the women themselves hated her for it* Luckily, throughout my life, I always knew how to defend myself well, and have firm sanity. *adjusts her dress and you can see her leg*