That sounds kinda fun. Maybe I'll try it sometime. Whoa, seeing is weird like this... It's like you have depth perception, but only for stuff that's moving. Like everything right now is flat.
[ Oh. That's... ] I'm glad. [ Because she knows what that means - that Evangeline's slowly but surely feeling more safe and secure here. It's... something she can't quite imagine for herself, but she still feels a warmth in her chest, hearing those words. ]
So after a long character arc, being read for filth and having a minor mental breakdown, various stages of denial, and a lot of encouragement... I'm dating people now.
So...you're open to kink stuff and I have a kind of weird request. Let me know if this is like too far or anything. But I need to work out some frustrations and I was wondering if there is a kink for just like using a person like their a toy and doing whatever you want with them while being mean?
Because I kinda wanna do that but I have no idea who else to talk to about it or experiment with so I was wondering if you'd be open?
If not, totally fine. And plz tell me if this is a red flag so I can call my therapist.
Yes, there is a kink for that. There is also a kink for being used like a toy, which I happen to have. I would love to do that with you.
It's good to expel that kind of thing in a safe place where the other person is into it, instead of letting it build up inside you and eventually explode.
My usual system is red light means stop, green light means keep going. Does that work for you?
I don't actually think you would do this, but stuff about my worthiness as a friend specifically hits too hard. But you can call me a slut or a whore or a toy all you want, those are good for me.
Red light breeding stuff, I don't remember if I've told you that before so I'll say it again just in case.
[Evangeline takes a minute to consider her wardrobe: she needs something to get degraded in. A Slutty Outfit™. She ends up selecting a short skirt and what can barely be called a shirt, plus thin stockings she doesn't mind getting ripped.
She heads straight over to the bar, not minding the looks she gets along the way, and walks right in.]
[MK is glad Evangeline said no to that because it is a big green light in his book so no breeding stuff. He can do that. He has the bar empty and ready, the lights on. The door opens easily and she walks in. He's leaning on the bar, in full monkey form. His suspenders hand by his sides, his red shirt is open and exposing his muscular and furry chest.
He is drinking an amber liquid from a tumbler. He reaches behind him and grabs a chocolate bar. He tosses it at her. It's a lob but very haphazardly.]
Eat some. I don't have the patience to get my whore ready so Slick will do. You better like chocolate.
[MK feels his frustrations boil inside him and normally he would never do something like this. But right now, it feels good. To just let this frustration, this anger, come in a way that he knows someone else is going to enjoy. Hopefully a lot.]
[Evangeline shudders, feeling arousal that has nothing to do with the chocolate she's just caught flood through her body. She hasn't wanted to ask anyone for this, not wanting any of her lovers to worry about her self-esteem... but she can tell she's in for a fantastic night.]
Yes, sir.
[She unwraps and eats the chocolate, letting it work its magic to get her prepared.]
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