[She's going to completely stress about it, she had the entire time she'd been getting ready just to go to Karaokee. Her room looks like it'd been hit by a natural disaster.]
But if you have any ideas what he might think is cute-
Thanks. I...okay. Macaque likes it when I use him. But I don't go all out like how I just used you. It's this middle ground and I don't know if I'm going far enough or not far enough. Like when I wanna be used, it isn't so much the words I like. It's the actions. Hair pulling. Just moving me, positioning me, no warning. Just doing, you know?
Not sure I'd take being talked to like I was doing for you well. But that's me. But doing it? That felt fun because I knew it was all roleplay. I just don't wanna be on the other side I think.
But when I'm with Macaque, and I'm doing that, I keep wondering if I'm going far enough. And I haven't brought it up because I feel like it's almost too late? Which I like know is stupid but then I don't and...
I don't want to cause another issue. And say something stupid. Like...when I do it. Does he want me to go full degradation? And does he ever want me to turn into someone else to do that? ...I get scared to ask so I just don't.
It sounds like you know this and you're just scared to, but you really should talk to him about it. Communicating about kinks and what you both want and are comfortable is important.
-If he wants something that you're uncomfortable with doing, you're allowed to say no, and then that's that - it doesn't have to become an issue. Even I have limits.
[Of course, the invitation doesn't come in an envelope - rather, it's tucked inside a nice box alongside a small, silver ring with beetles engraved around it, embedded with a little blue gem in each one.
And written on the back of the invitation is a note:
Like reflected rays cast by the glowing moon, Your smile bears light eternal, A glow that I look to for guidance, For comfort, For safety, A glow that which I hide within When the world grows bleak and dark.
Please understand, of course, the ring is given from a place of friendship and adoration. I saw it and thought of you; it's only right that I, then, gift it to you as well. It's intended for the little finger, but could likely be worn as a midi ring upon your middle or index finger, if you wish.
... Yes, even his signature is gilded. Don't worry about it, he's just as extra as always.]
[Oh, the way he absolutely beams seeing that... alas, he's going to respond to her text with text, but maybe she can just sense it from across Ellipsa -]
To be frank, I'd wondered if an invitation for you was even necessary, as your being there is nearly a given. But I've had that ring in my possession for a few days, wondering when would be a good time to gift it to you. This provided a wonderful excuse. I'm pleased that you like it.
I'll toss 7,000 moon coins your way if you're brave enough to.
[Sorry, Eva. He's a Grim Reaper. Making deals with potential consequences is literally an instinctive urge for him. She's just lucky and hadn't given either of them a chance for something like that, yet.]
Hmm. I don't know. Wouldn't it be cheating, saving such a thing for invitations to an orgy, specifically? Where is the fun and risk of slyly tacking it onto the end?
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