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red bands for schachmeister

[ on the list of weird places ann had been? this place was definitely at the top and quickly becoming her most disliked.

being whisked away to some weird, undisclosed location, and being told they needed to have sex or there'd be consequences? it was bad. it sounded like an adult's weird porno. she'd spent the first half of her time here trying to get out, to figure out who was behind all this, or to at least get a message out to her friends.

when all of these options failed, well. she didn't exactly give up, but she told the band that was counting down days on her arm that she wasn't going to do what it wanted her to. there would be consequences? then bring on the consequences. she wasn't afraid of anything they could throw at her.

(she was, of course, afraid of what they could throw at her, but she wasn't about to give up. akira and ryuji would have never let her down, so she couldn't either).

so, when she woke up in a fancy hotel room, she at first had the thought that maybe she'd been sent home or something.

then she realized the band was still on her arm, flashing, and she was dressed in some weird lingerie - a fancy bra and panties, and a red slip of a dress that was barely a dress. ]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me. [ she groaned, crossing her arms across the low cut shirt and looking around. ]

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[Once, when he was much younger, his grandfather had told him a story of a boy who had found a magic jar full of wishes. But what had seemed like a grand find at first, had soon revealed its darker side when each wish came true -- just not in the way the boy had intended. It was supposed to be a moral tale, something about working for what you want, rather than just wishing.

Right now, Armin is feeling rather like the boy with the jar. He had, of course, wished for a world free of Titans. Hadn't everybody, at least once? But what he hadn't meant was to end up in this strange world where they were no Titans, to be true, but there was just as little freedom. A world in which a small device hung from his wrist like a shackle, occasionally beeping and flashing, and making him do... things.

Things that Armin had dreamed of, sure. But not like this. Not like this at all.

When he opens his eyes, he's not where he was before. He is in this new room, an extravagant, over-the-top thing that he is sure doesn't even exist in the richest palace in his world. There is a carpet so soft and plush, it puts every bed he's ever had to shame. There is a bed so enormous that it looks like it was meant to sleep an entire family. There is a girl, dressed in so little that--

Wait. Crap. There is a girl.]

Ah, uhm, I'm sorry. I didn't mean--

[He reflexively puts up his hands, backing away a step towards a non-existent exit, his cheeks a little flushed, his eyes very firmly trained on an elegant chair and not on the girl and her little slip of a dress that bares far too much for anyone to be seeing.

In all the commotion, he hasn't even noticed his own clothes have changed too. Gone is his uniform (or what he was allowed to keep in this world, at least) replaced by a navy blue suit that must have cost more than every piece of clothing he has ever owned put together and then some.]

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[ she hadn't spotted him at first, and so she gives a little yell of surprise when she does, taking a step back and crossing her arms up higher. ]

What are doing you in here?!

[ her first thought is, of course, that it's his fault, somehow - but he looks just as confused as she does. on top of that, there's no exit door to this room. whomever brought them here didn't want them getting out. her anger quickly redirects towards their invisible captors, and she huffs out an angry sigh. ]

-- Ugh, sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you.

[ she still has her arms crossed, looking him over. he's blushing, a bit short, but the suit makes him look nice - is she really thinking that? god, this place is getting to her. ]

Let me guess. Woke up in here with no idea how you got in?

Yes, I'm sorry.

[Not that he has anything to apologise for, not really. It's not like he wanted to come to this world. He definitely didn't volunteer to have this strange device placed on his wrist ordering him to engage in all sorts of sexual acts. And he certainly didn't mean to end up here in this room with her (the implications of which are starting to niggle at the back of his head)

But you know what? Sometimes an 'I'm sorry' is just all your brain can think of saying.

He glances back at her for a moment. It is polite to look at someone when you are talking to them, right? But the moment his eyes fall on her, his gaze can't help but be pulled to her cleavage, the way the pale, rich skin of the tops of her breasts stands out in stark contrast against the bright red of the lacy, silken thing she is wearing, and he jerks his eyes away again with a much darker flush. God, what is wrong with him. He's acting like... like Jean trailing after Mikasa like a dog after a bone. Not that he hasn't occasionally had those thoughts before, but damnit, he had always prided himself on... on not just staring like an idiot.]

It's because of our bracelets, I think. [Technically, they are a little too high-tech to be called a bracelet, but Armin has no frame of reference for a wrist-computer or digital watch.] That is what they had said would happen.

[You know, those other people they have totally met in this strange world before ending up in this particular room.]

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[ she waves a hand again - it's fine, he doesn't have to apologize again. she feels bad enough having yelled at him in the first place.

she moves to sit on the bed, trying to pull the scraps of fabric that make up the dress over her knees with no success. her gaze drifts over to him - he's not looking at her, which gives her a good view of his backside. he might be small, but she'd always heard that meant that nerdy boys were, well, better at sex because they wanted to do really well.

and then, she's aghast she even thinks that. way to typecast, and why does that matter right now!

his point, though, is well made. ]

Yeah. That's what they warned me would happen - that there'd be 'consequences' if I didn't do what they wanted.

[ and yet, here she is, having waited. she looks at her wristband again, and then narrows her eyes. ]

Hey, does yours ... say anything on it now?

There is. Wait--

[From here, Armin can see there is something there, the slight glare of bright letters blinking in and out of existence catching his attention. He can't see what it says though, not from this position. He shifts slightly, bringing up his wrist to read it, and immediately his face discovers new shades of red, hitherto unknown to man.

The letters on the device are a bright, glaring right. As bright red as her skimpy little negligee, a small, ridiculously persistent part of his brain cannot help but point out. The word on the display is short. Just four letters. It's plain. To the point. No question about what the command is.

And yet he doesn't immediately answer her question. It's just... really embarrassing, okay? But at the same time, he knows there is no sense in keeping it hidden. It's very clear from the state of the room and the lack of exits that whoever put them here has no intention of removing them before they've carried out their task. As unpleasant as this situation is, they are both in it together, neither to blame and both about to share the burden of it. She has as much a right to know as he does.

And in any case, if she marches over and grabs his wrist, she's going to be able to read it just as plainly as he can.]

It's, uh. [His voice sounds odd to his own ears. Like it is sticking in his throat.] It says ... oral.

[ ann leans forward a bit, trying to catch a glance at his arm when he turns red immediately after reading it. she could march over and look at it - and she should, the tension is killing her. what does it say? what could it say? it has to be something possible to do, right? they wouldn't put them in here unable to get out, would they?

finally, he speaks, just as she's standing up - at least she's not in heels. when he says that, she feels her own cheeks heat up. ]

Oh. Oh...

[ she looks down at her wrist - which is still flickering unhelpfully, without any words. ]

Um, mine doesn't say anything yet. So... how are we... am I supposed to do it to you?

It's on my bracelet, so I think I am supposed to do it. T-to you.

[That is, at least, what Armin had come to understand from the other people in this world. All people who, just like him, had been plucked from their own worlds and put here. Worlds that were all very different from the one he lived in; worlds without Titans or Walls, worlds that weren't even worlds at all, but ships that moved among the stars or entire cities in the clouds. It would've been a fascinating thing to learn about (actually, honestly, it still is) but the cost at which it comes is cruel, to say the least.

He bites his lip, nervously carding one hand through his hair.]

This is... I'm sorry, it's insane, really. I don't-- I don't even know your name! And yet they expect me to do... to do that to you.

[ she bites her bottom lip as well, her cheeks flushing. she hadn't talked to anyone who told her the specifics - just warned her about it. she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. ]

No, it's definitely insane. It's probably some adult's sick fantasy that they, like, get off on or whatever.

[ she makes a frustrated noise, turning and kicking the side of the bed. ]

Look, lets not worry about that yet. Let's try just talking like two... normal people who aren't in this situation. My name's Ann. What's yours?

[He can't really disagree with her assessment of the situation. The whole thing does reek of someone too powerful for their own good (and everybody else's) getting off on this sort of thing. A noble or something is what he'd guess.

The soft thud as she kicks the side of the bed draws his eyes for a moment before he quickly averts them again.]

I'm Armin. Armin Arlert. And-- [He fiddles with the sleeve of the jacket he's been given before he moves to shrug out of it.] Uhm, I know this isn't much, but would you like my jacket? To wear, I mean.

[ He holds it out to her. He wishes he had more to offer, but he can hardly skim out of his pants and give those to her. He isn't sure if they'd fit, and really, that'd still leave one of them in their underwear. The fact that they both have been dressed as they have, like they are a pair of dolls expected to play out a scene for someone else's enjoyment --though, honestly, that seems a rather close approximation of what is going on-- just adds another layer of vileness to the entire thing.]

Oh. Uh, sure.

[ she does have modesty, but she's pissed. still, his offer is kind and she takes it - they're about of a width and height, so she's able to take it and put it on without it feeling too tight, buttoning it up. it still makes the ends of the 'gown' peek out, but at least her chest and most of her bottom and front of her hips are covered. ]

I'd say it's nice to meet you, Armin, but I think we can both agree we wouldn't normally meet this way.

[ she tries to inject some levity into the situation and it... falls flat, mostly. ]

[Giving her the jacket is as much for him as it is for her. At least now he can look at her without feeling like the worst sort of lecher. Plus, well, he is fifteen, after all. Now that she is a bit more covered up, he hopefully won't end up making a complete embarrassment out of himself on account of certain eager body parts jumping to attention. If he were in uniform, he could at least cover it up by adjusting his belts or the apron, but there won't be any chance of that in these clothes.]

No, not really.

[He awkwardly gropes around for a topic of conversation, though he's coming up very dry. He's not the best at small talk in optimal circumstances, but right now? Any conversation about the weather or light topics like that just feels entirely out of place.]

Uhm, have you been here long?

[ there is an air of awkward around the whole situation. normal subjects aren't really going to cut it this time, are they?

she appreciates not having to deal with boners right away, though. lest she do something like nervous laughter, which she's been told is a killer for them.

he asks how long she's been here and she sighs. ]

About a month now. Just under one, which might be why we're in this situation. Um, how long have you been here?

Twenty-six days.

[The answer is prompt and very precise because... well, that is what Armin is just like. One of the first things he did was put his hands on a notebook --and mind you, it had been quite hard to find one that didn't have anyone naked on the cover-- so he could keep track of exactly how long he has been here and everything he has found out about this world so far. Probably it is meaningless, and nothing that will actually help his situation any, but if nothing else, it gives him the feeling of having a bit of control in this all.

And better to regret writing something down than to wish you had, right? He can always throw away pages when they turn out to be useless, but he can't just summon back information once it has already been forgotten.]

They told me this would probably happen around this time, but I didn't just want to--

[He gestures helplessly.

He had thought about it, to be sure. Because of the situation they are all in finding a partner to have sexual intercourse with isn't all that difficult here. And in a way, it would be taking control of it all, right? To pick his own partner rather than have them be picked for him. But at the same time, it had felt like giving up, giving in, playing along with their game.

He had still been trying to make up his mind about which option was worse when he has suddenly found himself here and the decision had been made for him.]

-- Yeah.

[ she says it when he gestures, her shoulders slumping a little bit as she fiddles with the hem of the jacket. ]

I just decided I ... wasn't going to. And that I'd deal with the consequences when it happened. That maybe someone would come and try to take me and I could fight my way out of it, but, obviously... not so much.

[ she gives a shrug of one shoulder, looking away and then back to armin. ]

It sucks.

It does. But, it doesn't look like they are going to let us out of here until we do. I don't even see any sort of door...

[Which begs the question how they got them in here in the first place, but then, if these people are capable of kidnapping them from their worlds, putting them in a sealed room must be child's play. He wonders if it would be better if there was a door somewhere, or if that would just be like a painful false hope.

Before he can say anything though, his bracelet chimes again, this time a note that sounds far too cheery for the situation in Armin's book. When he brings up his arm, this time not even trying to hide it from Ann (what would the point be, and in any case, whatever is going to be on the display will concern her as much as it does him), the text on the screen which had previous stated 'ORAL' has now changed to 'For instructions, please check the provided television. :)'

Before Armin can even say anything, the television screen opposite the bed (he hadn't even noticed it was there, what with how new he is to the technology and how flush it sits to the wall) switches on to show a lovely young woman. She seems to be the living equivalent of the word 'perky' from the bright, chipper smile on her face, to her energetic wave, down to her breasts, straining against a lacy little, bra that hides very little indeed. It's a lovely accompaniment to the equally lacey panties that hide just as little and look like they are painted onto her mons, were it not for their little frills of fabric. With each wave, her breasts bounce a little, in what is both ridiculously hypnotic and totally unnecessary.

A button next to her, like one on a DVD selection menu, displays the text 'Begin tutorial'.]

I've been plenty of places without a door, but there's usually -

[ before she can go any further, his bracelet chimes, and she pauses her explanation to look at it. the question of the instructions changing has her arching a brow -

and then jumping a little when the tv turns on. ]

What the fuck?

[ an even more exasperated expression happens when she sees the woman on the screen. she doesn't even look like she can be physically real, the way she's bouncing around. this is how people get complexes.

and then the tutorial button shows up, and she covers her face. ]

Oh no.

[ looking up for some kind of camera, she settles on half yelling - ]

We don't need a tutorial!

[Armin will leave the yelling at the television entirely up to Ann. Partially because the only thing he yells at is trees and then only in a meditative sort of way. And partially (mostly, really) because the woman on the screen might not be real, but she certainly looks real enough to affect certain parts of his anatomy.

It's her breasts, really. They are like nothing he's ever seen before. You might possibly find this sort of sight in the lewdest, most high-end brothels in inner Sina, but he's certainly never visited any of those. The most exposure he has had to breasts is the clothed ones of his fellow trainees (and he's certainly always tried to be polite enough not to stare, even after an unexpected downpour had left the white shirts of many of the girls practically see-through) and the one dirty little sketchbook he had found hidden away in one of the rarely read library books, a hidden treasure left there by some previous trainee.

A dark flush works his way onto his cheeks as he realises just what is happening, and he tears his gaze away (meaningless really, it feels like every thought has been wiped out of his head and has been replaced by those gently bouncing breasts), folding his hands over his lap to try and hide what would otherwise be a rather obvious erection.]

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i like that we were like ah yes, smut and then /gestures

The build-up makes it all the sweeter

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