red bands for schachmeister

[heartmuscle]

[ 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. ]

Comments

The build-up makes it all the sweeter

[schachmeister]

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'.]

Re: The build-up makes it all the sweeter

[heartmuscle]

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!

[schachmeister]

[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.]