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( Zoro looks mildly surprised at that. Nami as the Queen of Clubs has an extensive walk-in closet with clothes largely (or fully?) picked out by her, so he's sure Reira must be able to enjoy the same perks of her rank. ) Huh. Weird.

I think there are plenty of shopping stores, if you want to wear other things. ( He'd seen them on his first day as a bona fide resort guest, when Luffy had been leading him to the rest of their crew and they'd gotten a little lost. )

...What fans? ( He looks at her curiously, then his eyes move to what her open door reveals, taking in the sights of her new abode. )

( that was the thing with reira—

she only knew what people had told her and what she had picked up on through actually paying attention for once. back home she was absolutely useless with a personal assistant who did things for her. such as shopping, bringing her food, etc. all she needed to worry about was being the perfect singing machine to hold her band together. a shiny gold cage is what others thought about when they saw her position.

not that she needed to tell zoro about that. instead she decided to make him a new offer. )

Really? I haven't been wandering around much, would you like to go shopping sometime with me then?

( but then came his next question. )

I'm not sure actually....I shouldn't really have fans here but I have at least a million back home if sales mean anything~

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The knee between his thighs earns Rude a pleased hum that comes out like a low, lazy growl. Zoro doesn't expect it, but his eyes briefly flutter shut before opening once more to meet Rude's gaze. He can see that the older man is slightly self-conscious, and Zoro quickly understands that this show of dominance is a performance. Done partly for his sake, perhaps, but mostly for the sake of the House and its games.

There's a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he watches Rude try to play tough while clearly being a bit flustered by the whole thing. It's endearing, in a bizarre way, and definitely intriguing.

He misses the hand in his hair when it goes away. But he simply leans back even further in the chair, appearing completely at ease and utterly relaxed. His gaze becomes appreciative as he gives the other man another once over, taking in the subtle tension in his shoulders and the forced seriousness in his voice.

He tips his head to the side, his grin widening into something a little flirtatious and a lot teasing. "Yes sir," he answers, leaving it at that and waiting expectantly for Rude to begin telling him what to do.

( He considers it for a moment; Reira would probably have more fun shopping with someone a little more fashionable. But Zoro thinks he has decent taste, he could provide an opinion or two. He briefly thinks about the last time he'd kinda gone shopping. It had been kinda fun. )

Sure. I'll show the shops I saw. ( If he can find it again. Get ready to be lost for a few hours on shopping day, Reira! )

...A million fans? ( He tilts his head curiously at her. ) You a celebrity or something?

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Zoro remains kneeling, his emerald robe opening just enough to provide a peek of his chest as he continues his slow exploration upwards. Reira's womanly scent is rich and intoxicating, grounding him even as a thrill of anticipation runs through his body.

So he kisses her skin, soft and warm and laced with more affection than perhaps one might expect from a stranger. But it's what Reira inspires in him, along with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach while he helps himself to the smooth, pale skin revealed by her skirt hiking up bit by bit.

Reira had asked for oral, not for him to kiss every inch of her gorgeous legs. But Zoro can't help it; his hands are greedy, touching her everywhere that his lips are otherwise too busy to ravish. His breath is warm against her skin as he pulls aside her undergarments just enough to reveal her to him. She's pretty down here, too, but he doesn't observe that out loud, instead slowly pressing the flat of his tongue against her, moaning softly at the first taste. He moves slowly, tracing the delicate contours of her sex almost reverently, like an offering to express the deference he is so willing to give.

He feels her hand settle on his head; he takes it as a soft acknowledgement, a sign that he's meeting her expectations. And the idea pleases him. In this moment, with Reira watching him from above, Zoro finds a new kind of satisfaction blooming within him. It's hot and thrilling, so his slow movements grow more eager, strong hands steadying her by the hips as he presses his tongue past her entrance, like he means to taste her nectar from the source.

There was a small part of Reira that was pleasantly surprised he was so willing to go along with this. For her, this was a means of releasing pent up negative emotions and frustrations she had with her love life back home [or rather lack of], but with each kiss he laid upon her long and smooth legs, she found herself more entranced by the green-haired man below her. She didn't even know his name but she felt she knew he would most certainly be good at the task at hand.

It didn't take long for that to be affirmed in her mind— the moment his tongue pressed up against her soft, smooth labia, a soft moan escaped her lips. Her fingers gripped his hair more tightly as a means of grounding herself and soon she was leaning her hips against his hands as his tongue trailed further within her.

"Oh...oh...that's so good.", she whispered, and in that moment an idea came into her mind. "My name is Layla by the way. I want you to moan my name like the good boy you are~"

( as the finally approached the door of her suite, she opened it up with a smile. with the door wide open, she gestured to allow him to go in before her with a smile. )

I'm a singer of a pretty popular band back home. I can...sing for you if you want?

( although part of her saw it as a burden, people like neuvillette and shanks had encouraged her to just sing for herself. considering the things zoro and her had done previously, she would be more than happy to show him just how talented she was. )

Rude is so bad at this, he thinks. He knows what all of this should look like because he spent a chunk of his first moments here just watching people in the high rollers casino for a chance to pick up new information. The information he picked up turned out to be helpful, but not in the way that he thought.

He kneels down in front of the chair, looking up at Zoro, wanting to ask for approval, but glances back down instead. Rude runs a hand down his abs, stopping at his crotch to feel him over curiously. He's quick to undo the fastenings of his pants just to pull Zoro's dick free, leaving them on him as he encircles his cock with his fingers.

There's probably lube around, but he takes him into his mouth to get him wet. And he's only ever done this a couple times before, but maybe he's starting to get a taste for it. Rude works his tongue around Zoro's tip, trying to get him as wet as possible with his mouth just so he can take over with his hand and have him slick enough to stroke comfortably.

It might just be that Shanks sees this whole thing as a chance to train, or he might, genuinely, enjoy dodging arrows for fun, but he's out in the open, flask of booze at the ready, though he has a mug at the moment (the flask is for when the mug empties). With ease, he manages to avoid not just Cupid's attempts, but the Flare Arrows from the cherubs, as well.

When he doesn't avoid them, he catches them and grins, then turns them around to throw them back. He never gets Cupid, of course, but it seems like he's not aiming with the cherubs, because he never even grazes them. It assures they give Shanks peace for a minute, and no more than that.

It's somewhere in this mess he sees Zoro. Oh, hey! It's a Straw Hat!

"Roronoa!" he calls out, and lifts his mug, since he can't wave with his hand busy.

( Savage as some may find him, Zoro still has some gentlemanly properties, so he feels a little awkward when Reira gestures him in first. She is the host, however, so he struggles with this for a moment before reaching over her to hold the door open instead. ) Please, lead the way.

( He looks curious at this next revelation. ) Oh, wow. You are a celebrity. ( Maybe he's reading into it, but there's something bittersweet in her eyes as she speaks about it, even though there's a smile on her face. He offers her a little smile in return. ) That sounds nice. I think I'd like that, if you're really good. ( His voice is gently teasing—they don't have a bantering relationship yet, but they could! Unless that's not Reira's style... )

Zoro notices Shanks before Shanks notices him. He watches, a little impressed, as Shanks catches an arrow. The way the older man seems to be having the time of his life amidst the chaos of the game strongly reminds him of Luffy. He laughs, shaking his head, and spends a few minutes dodging arrows and knocking out cherubs before he hears his name.

He sees the lifted mug and nods back in acknowledgement, then promptly does some unnecessary combo of backflip-duck-slide to evade a shot from Cupid. Is he showing off? Maybe a little.

He moves closer to Shanks, nodding at him. "You should go in there," he gestures at the lines of telephone booths. "I think people go in there to take breaks. Have your drink in peace. Or jump into one of these, but I don't know where it goes." He gestures at a hole in the wall that seems to be a slide leading somewhere dark and unknown.

Shanks can't help it. He hasn't seen anyone in any real trouble, so he can goof off, until then. He notes Zoro's backflip with approval.

"That was very smooth," he assures the other. Even if it was unnecessary, who cares if it looks good? Shanks likes to watch, after all.

"Ah, that's unnecessary," Shanks playfully scoffs at Zoro's offer.

"Watch!" He puts out his mug and encourages, "Come on, you flying archers." One of the cherubs, old face wrinkling with uncertainty, comes forward. He can't seem to stop himself as he approaches to start drinking from Shanks' offer.

"See?" Shanks tells Zoro with a giant grin. "They love the stuff. Drinking buddies!"

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( there's something almost endearing about his manners that come long after being intimate—

yet that was the nature of this place in the end, to break traditional boundaries, see others at their most intimate and walk away like nothing happened. only to rinse and repeat. not that reira would ever hold that against him, but the light blush that illuminates her face as she slips from the door he held for her and inside came as if she hadn't seen him naked, begging him to breed her.

once inside, she turned on her heal and opened the door to the first walk in closet to show him just how stuffed it was with all sorts of costumes. )

Back home I am, but it doesn't really matter here.

( but soon came his teasing, bringing about a more determined look on her face. as much as she disliked singing for the sake of one particular man who held her caged up through emotional bonds and years of knowing each other, when she was challenged she would most certainly take pride in knowing her talent was truly her one gift. )

But...maybe it does matter since you have yet to see how good I am.

( with a fierce look in her eyes, she began to move further into the room, preparing herself mentally to blow him away. )

Zoro still isn't used to hands on his body for reasons other than combat. That's the excuse he tells himself when he reacts to Rude's hand down his stomach with something that could be interpreted like a low, sighing moan.

The next noise he makes is more obvious. This is his first real time being intimate with another man, and it could go so many different ways. But it's like Rude can read his mind, see what he might like, and act accordingly.

Having to play the submissive role doesn't necessarily tell Zoro what he has to do other than to submit, but it comes naturally like this, if all he has to do is accept the pleasure he's offered. There's relief in more than one way when Rude takes him in his hand. He can hardly believe his eyes when the older man lean down, but the warmth wrapping around his tip in the next moment confirms the other's intentions. Zoro is young and easy to rile up, so it doesn't take long for Rude's mouth and hands to get him hard, body tense as he watches, transfixed.

His most prominent thought is he doesn't know what to do with his hands. Usually he doesn't think twice about carding his fingers through someone's hair in this situation, but, well.

"Can I touch you?" he asks, licking his lips. All he means is his hands on Rude's shoulders, something to anchor himself as he tries not to roll his hips up in a demand for more. "Sir," he adds after a second, smirking as he remembers the rule.

Zoro doesn't know why anyone is doing anything in this resort besides trying to get out. He wouldn't be able to answer the same question himself, if someone were to pose it. Why is he so willingly getting entangled with a stranger, not too long after his last dalliance with another one? Has he gone out of his mind? Was it something he drank? Does some part of him want to partake in the lewd premise they're now all governed by? Is it just an excuse to indulge in a thrill he wouldn't otherwise risk at home?

He reminds himself to leave the game room after this, to get his thoughts together somewhere they won't be so clouded by the thick scent of arousal in the air.

Because there's no lying to himself about it: he's enjoying this. There's nothing quite like the pleasure of burying his face between a beautiful woman's thighs, his long tongue plundering her cunt as he playfully bobs his head just enough to fuck her. Like this, he can't go as deep as with his fingers, or his cock, but the filthiness of the act is what turns him on more than anything else.

He pulls away just enough to peer up at her, chuckling as he meets her eyes. "Zoro," he says, guiding two fingers to her entrance, then slowly pushing inside. "You'll have to make me," he retorts, voice playful as his lips wrap around her clit, sucking steadily while his fingers work her open.

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Zoro's gaze, which had been drifting around their opulent yet unsettling surroundings, snaps back to Alice's offered twig. He watches the smoke curl from the corner of her lips, a delicate, almost ephemeral dance that mirrors something he senses about her—a fragility, perhaps, despite the sharpness of her appearance. He considers the offer for a moment, his eyes flicking up to meet hers directly, catching the inquisitive lift of her brow.

He lets out a low chuckle, a rumble in his chest that isn't unkind, more a sound of quiet amusement mixed with a hint of... what? Curiousity? He's not quite sure himself, but whatever it is, it settles him further into this encounter. He shifts his weight slightly, picking up the cigarette he'd briefly put down to comply with her request.

"No thanks," he says, his voice a low drawl, rough around the edges but clear and steady. "Got my own." He lets a brief silence hang between them, his gaze remaining on hers, taking in the way the drug seems to have softened her features, made her movements languid. He wonders if he's showing any of the same signs.

"I don't know why I'm trying it," he admits. "I need to keep my head clear." He glances around again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "This place... it's not what it seems." His voice drops a fraction, almost a murmur, as if speaking more to himself than to her. "I don't want to get lost in it."

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Zoro watches the dice roll, his gaze flicking up to catch her expression after they settle. He half-expects Alice to wilt away and protest, which would mean an easier win for him. Instead she gently demands he close his eyes, and a flicker of amusement crosses his features. She seems embarrassed, so he doesn't tease or make light of the request. Instead, he indulges her without question, just like he did when they first met mere hours ago.

He can feel her presence and sense her movements as she draws closer, and the anticipation only heightens the unexpected pleasure when their lips finally meet.

She's soft and warm and eager beneath her shyness. Zoro easily sinks into it, and when her body draws close, his hand automatically settles on the small of her back, keeping her steady as he reminds himself that he shouldn't escalate. Does the urge to slip his tongue past her lips wash over him? Yes. Does he give in?

No.

"Not bad," he agrees, his voice a touch deeper as his hand drops when she pulls away. His gaze lingers on her face, taking in the flush on her cheeks and the mixture of shyness and pride in her expression. It makes him realize there's more to her than the subtle vulnerability he picked up on during their first encounter.

He leans sideways against the edge of the table. His gaze is direct, holding hers with a steady intensity. "Though," he adds, a playful glint entering his eyes as he tilts his head just a fraction, "for a first kiss between strangers, it was... surprisingly thorough." There's a hint of teasing in his tone now, but it's warm, devoid of any harshness.

Then it's his turn, and he rolls the dice without delay, moving them right along the course of the game.

Caress Chest.

Well. It could be worse. Much worse.

But it isn't the most innocent task on the list, either.

He looks to see if she checks the dice, pausing as he lets the words sink in, watching for her reaction. Then, his voice softening slightly, he asks, "Is that alright?" He wants to make sure she's comfortable before proceeding.

Rude tries not to get stuck in his head about it all, or risk becoming too self-conscious to continue. It does help that Zoro sounds like he's enjoying it so far. The wordless encouragement fuels him, and he's pleasantly surprised at the result.

As Zoro grows hard in his mouth, he deliberately draws back to tease the head of his cock, sucking gently but focusing on sliding his tongue back and forth over the sensitive part of the underside of the tip. He bobs his head a couple times for good measure, drawing away only to answer that question.

"You can if you like." He nods, his fingers stroke Zoro slowly as he looks at him. Rude looks at him in quiet apology as he reaches back to grab the massager he'd examined earlier. Rude licks his lips like he likes the taste of this man he's never met, smiling for a moment as the 'sir' part sinks in and heats his skin. Rude turns on the massager and slowly runs the vibrating end up and down along the underside of his cock.

With each thrust of his tongue penetrating her further, all she could do was imagine just how it would feel to be fucked by his cock instead. He was behaving rather submissively for now, but she couldn't help but imagine him taking a more dominating stance and pining her over, thrusting into her and filling her up with his cum. Before she could truly roll her head back and fall into those deep fantasies, the silence was broken by him speaking and switching up his routine.

"Huh?", she managed to say, voice a bit more quiet as he began to thrust his fingers into her tight entrance. The new sensation was nearly breath-taking and while it wasn't something that was new for her to feel, it felt somehow unfamiliar. His fingers were thicker than she had expected and as they began to push into her little by little, she let out a soft moan—

before finally realizing what he had said. "Make you?", she said softly and as her head tilted down to look at him, the view beneath was far too lewd, far too sensual. He was a bit of a brat it seemed, so she decided to pull on his leash a bit more, helping to push him further into her.

"If you don't say my name like a good boy, then I won't let you cum inside of me. How's that for a punishment hmm?" Though she really hoped he did comply, the paddles on the wall weren't something she was that interested in using on him for compliance.

"Mmm..." The build up feels like a gently rising crescendo, yet Zoro's body is so tightly wound from both anticipation and pleasure. Rude doesn't stick to one steady, predictable pattern, so Zoro has no choice but to be pleasantly surprised by every shift in sensation, softly grunting under his breath as he grows increasingly more aroused.

With permission, he rests his hands on Rude's broad shoulders, happy to find them sturdy and reliable, and perhaps enjoying the excuse to feel him up, just a little.

His eyes sharpen when Rude shoots him that apologetic look, but he barely has time to process what it means before the massager is on him. It causes the biggest reaction so far. The vibration delivers a pleasure so sharp that it draws a low, lingering moan from him, hips bucking for a moment before pulling back like he means to get away. "Fuck," he exclaims, gaze accusatory and maybe a twinge embarrassed. He's never felt anything like it before. Suddenly he understands why one of Rude's rules is You're not allowed to cum until I say you can.

"That's too much," he says, licking his lips as he watches the older man's face. "I can't—" Last long like this, but it's not something he can admit so easily to a stranger, especially one that looks as strong and formidable as Rude. He clears his throat, shaking his head as he tries to sit up straighter, tanned cheeks flushed with warmth now. In fact, he's hot all over, and suddenly even the robe he's wearing is sticking annoyingly to his skin.

Zoro may have forgotten about the leash. He growls at the tug, his natural stubbornness briefly flaring up before he remembers that oh, right. He has a role to play. His eyes are dark as he looks up at Reira, fingers curling to find the place that might make her see stars with every thrust, still sucking on her clit intently. His ministrations grow faster and rougher, like he means to distract her with pleasure so she'll forget what she's asking of him.

It shouldn't be a big deal, really. And he'd known coming in here that he may end up having to do something he doesn't particularly want to, but he didn't realize it would be something as simple as moaning a beautiful woman's name. He just isn't very vocal in that way.

The punishment she threatens would normally be effective; it's something he loves to do. But instead of giving in, he doubles his efforts, free hand squeezing up her thigh before possessively grabbing her ass, fucking her harder so that she might decide not letting him cum inside would be punishment for her instead.

If his intentions were to leave her truly breathless and in shock, he certainly was accomplishing that goal with ease. There's a biting thought in the back of her mind that perhaps she should have been the submissive one here, given how easily she's loosing control of the situation, but there's very little time to think about that anymore. Instead her mind and body are overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations, causing her lips to part as she panted for breath. She wasn't sure what she should have expected from Zoro [especially now that she knew his name] but level of attention, as defiant as it was, was far too exhilarating for her.

The hand that rested on his head before gently moved from him as she instead moved it to a table behind her. Her fingers gripped the edge as her legs began to tremble with pleasure, and when he reached to grab her thigh then ass well....she very well knew she couldn't follow through on that little threat.

"You...you're really good at this...", she managed to say before her eyes shut tight, pleasure overwhelming her and drawing a round of lush, strong moans from her lips. She's nearly this close to forgetting what she had asked of him, but she does say this instead— "At this rate you're going to make me come really fast...ah...."

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Nope, just plain bad. ( Zoro just shakes his head in amusement - Reno is clearly a huge flirt and a yapper. And while that mixture doesn't always work for him, somehow it works now. It helps that the other man is a gorgeous redhead. He may have a type. ) Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.

( He unhands Reno to lift his arms and let him pull his shirt off, then grumbles when he stops halfway through. ) Hey. ( He's stuck! He resists the urge to simply rip through his own shirt, waiting until Reno finishes getting rid of it to answer him. He's comfortable in and out of his clothes, so there's no shyness once his skin is on display for the other man. The scar spanning his torso looks fairly recent, but healed enough that it doesn't hurt when touched. He lets Reno's hands wander as much as he likes; his own are busy undoing the Reno's pants so he can pull them down his thighs. )

Just haven't had a chance before. ( He shrugs, clearly not torn up about it. ) It's harder in the real world, figuring out which guys are... ( He trails off, trying to think of a less crude way to say what he's thinking. ) ...interested. ( The words are punctuated with an indulgent squeeze of Reno's ass. )

You don't need to ask. I didn't push the button because I thought you were a woman. ( He licks his lips when Reno mentions a ride, and now he's pulling his underwear down so he can play with his ass without any fabric in the way. )

You didn't ask me for something. ( Points it out because Reno does deserve something, and he's two seconds away from picking for him. )

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