This land is called Eros.
Eros is not unlike the feuding era of Europe's dark ages, complete with lords, ladies, and knights. However, this land also has differences. Magic once existed here - magic powered by worship of the arcane gods and indulgences of carnal desire - and even know, there are whispers of strange creatures out in the wastes, only held back by the bravery of a few dedicated watchmen. Yet this is not the only turmoil. Once, ages ago, the country was divided, all lands ruled by different great families and those loyal to them. Then, that age was shattered by an invasion of a warlord king and his sister-wives, bringing along with them terrible creatures. Dragons, they say. One by one, the kings of old bent the knee...and bent over to show their loyalty. For, as has been previously implied, sex is the number one commodity in Eros, and the very air the inhabitants breath and the very food they eat conditions them for it. It is a form of worship, a show of fealty, the way to assume guest's rights within a home, a way to seal alliances, through marriages and producing heirs, and even, in some places, a form of currency. From a young age, noble and lowborn children alike are taught its importance. Still, there are taboos: relations between classes and between family members are strictly forbidden and monogamy is encouraged among women. The anti-incest sentiment is particularly strong, considering that the conquering race practiced it without discretion. This inbreeding led to madness, which itself ultimately led to overthrow. Now, a new king reigns in Eros, yet things are not peaceful. The great houses are restless under this rule, the king's house is rotting from within, and machinations behind the scenes are always vying for new power. The world's a dangerous place, no matter who you are.
And what are you? You believe you belong here, that you've been in this world your entire life, but your position could be anything from lord to peasant, from priestess to whore, from knight to watched. One thing is certain, however. The name of the game is sex, and in the game of sex, you fuck or you die.
1. The Great Houses
2. Vassal/Bannerman/Member of a Subservient House
3. Vying for the Kingship
4. Guest's Rights
6. Arranged Marriage/Courting
7. Courtly Love/Affair
8. Ladder climbing
9. Lady wife or noble husband
10. Spoil of war/hostage
2. Bastard/Parent of a bastard child
4. A bargaining chip
6. Pleasure servant
7. Working sex magic
8. Worshipping the gods
10. Supernatural creature
11. Uncultured foreigner
|The Carnival is in town.
It sprung up last night, grown in the middle of a vast field, crushing grass to mud beneath boots and truck-wheels and canvas tents. By evening, the lights come on; an eerie, mechanical music drifts over the midway; an alluring smell scents the night air; the Ferris wheel gleams, a distant beacon for visitors. Come, come and see, look at the horrors, the wonders, the thrills… step out of the skin of your lonely, grey life for a night and experience the fantastic.
The Carnival is vast, and of many parts.
The Midway is open as you wander in. Everywhere, bells sound, cymbals clang, jaunty tunes jarring and jousting from stall to stall. The food smells of grease and salt and sweet; there are hot dogs and burgers, funnel cake, corndogs, cotton candy. Beware of the food; it may fire you with lust, or give you impulses you never had before. There are games. Ring tosses, strength tests, shooting games, gambling games. They will entrance you, if you are not careful. You will drift to them and play and play and play until you lose everything -- and then you will belong to the stall. Or perhaps you'll be one of the rare winners, and you'll be able to select your prize from among the losers. You can take anything you want from them…
Off of the Midway, you may find the sideshows, full of strange beings. Men and women with lizard's skin or animal's ears and tails, or joined together, contortionists and sword-swallowers -- or, in the darkened back rooms, you may find women with breasts freakishly large, men with cocks far too long, or with vaginas, or in-between creatures that are male and female both. Watch them give you a show, reach out to touch them or milk them or abuse them, or perhaps rent one out for yourself.
By these, there is the tent for a burlesque dance, known as the cooch, in which strippers bare skin for your pleasure, in strange and convoluted dances, with painted skin and eerie costumes. They may take you to the stage and have you participate, or you may find yourself so overcome with arousal that you must relieve it -- perhaps with your neighbor, as the tent dissolves into a darkened orgy, perhaps by purchasing the time of a dancer after the show.
|Take a left, from the Midway, and you'll find the magic show, led by a magician who entrances with fire and tricks. Find yourself volunteering, moving like a puppet to everything he (or she) says, dancing at will. You'll do anything, so long as you are commanded to.
Next to this broods a haunted house lined with cobwebs and populated by creaks and groans and mysterious rattles echoing down darkened hallways. The rooms are pitched in shadow, windows curtained and boarded, lit only by unreliable bulbs and flickering candle-light. You don't know what you might encounter here; perhaps the ghosts are real, and they will steal you away with cold, insubstantial fingers. Perhaps demons lurk around the corners and would have their wicked way with the wandering customers. There are things in the lower floors, things with tentacles and glistening eyes. The hall of mirrors, upstairs, may have strange effects; reflections are often distorted, if you can find your way out, you may find that you have become that distorted reflection. Perhaps your reflection might even come to life, and you might be able to touch and speak with an identical version of yourself.
At the center of the carnival, the circus. Tiers of seats for the audience lead down to the center ring, where someone is always performing. A ringmaster cracks a whip over tricking animals that are, on closer examination, human themselves, collared or altered, acting in absolute obedience to the ringmaster.
So visit, innocent one. Count yourself lucky to go home after; count yourself lucky that you haven't been trapped, forced to perform into eternity.
amid the charred remains
of the big top.
A canvas masterpiece
once a kaleidoscope
now a burned
|Protag: Suitor is a lord or lady of repute from a neighboring kingdom or something. |
King/Queen (adulterous or widowed)
Prince / Princess
Wizard / Sorceress
Lady-in-waiting / knight
Chamber maid / Stable boy
Peasant girl / Huntsman
Background setting: castle + courtyard + gardens + surrounding village + possibly forest
|Protag: new student or faculty member adjusting to new school |
Art student / Nerd
Jock / Athlete
Rebel (without a cause)
Setting: high school grounds + sports areas
Bandit queen / Robber baron
Oil tycoon / New-Money widow
Desperado / Cowboy
Dance hall dancer
Socialite / Gentleman from out East
Setting: boom town, saloons, gambling halls, dusty streets, rickety hotels / taverns
|Setup: Strange new family has moved into the spooky house next door, protag hopes to discover their secret(s). |
Incubus / Succubus
Demi god of some kind
Setting: spooky house, regular neighborhood, protag's house
You are a fascinating specimen. A paragon; an exemplar. You are just what we need to fill our collection. A zoo must be thorough, after all, and rare sentient specimens are very important to refine our exhibitions.
Welcome to the Intergalactic Zoo, a facility in the Love Hotel designed to collect and display as many samples of different species' as possible. Of particular interest to these collectors is sexuality; you may find many of the exhibits focus on that at least periodically. Only a handful are spared this sort of prurient attention.
The habitats themselves are well-furnished and comfortable. Exquisitely designed to duplicate the ideal of your natural habitat! -- or, well. The idea of your natural habitat, anyhow, and the aliens perhaps haven't done all of their research perfectly. The construction might be wildly stereotypical, such as a row of teepees and headdresses for everyone, or a perfect 1950s-style nuclear household, or it might be wildly out-of-time, such as a set of spaceship quarters from the future or a rough shack from the distant caveman past. The zookeepers probably won't listen to any protests. After all, you're just the animals in the exhibit! What do you know?
Food comes regularly, and it is carefully selected to produce an ideal diet. Better hope you're in one of the exhibits where it comes cooked at regular mealtimes, and not in one of the exhibits where they drop in a goat and some firewood and let you fend for yourself. Oh, and remember that it's the zookeepers' job to keep you clean and warm and safe, so you'd better not rebel when they strip you to be properly washed.
Reproduction is encouraged; the zoo always likes little ones. They're so much more docile when they're raised in captivity. Moreover, reproduction itself can be very educational. The best zoo animals are ready and willing to perform when bystanders are ready to watch. But, if the animals aren't that willing, the zookeepers are happy to step in and… well, help things along.
For the most interesting specimens, the habitats may even be open to visitors, making a lovely petting zoo. Expect to be leashed for customer safety. Perhaps muzzled or bridled. Only the very sweetest, least temperamental exhibits are allowed to wander and be petted freely.
While your habitat is your home, the zoo has many purposes you can fill, and some of them involve travel. First of all, specimens such as yourself are invaluable for educational demonstrations. These may take place in the zoo proper, in certain amphitheaters designed to display such things, or you may even be taken to a school or a public venue to be shown. This could be something as simple as an anatomy lesson with a zookeeper, or as complex as an hours-long performance of reproduction, complete with the opportunity for students to step up and 'pet' you themselves.
The zoo has to make a profit, too, however, and the way they do that is to rent out their exhibits. Perhaps there's a birthday party that would love an exotic exhibit to come sing and dance for them. Or a group that would like to indulge some more unusual tastes in sensuality. For the right price, the zoo will even allow tests of strength and endurance, including brutal fights between exhibits. Some might be rented out to provide rides for any customer who wants it.
Now, just sit back and we'll take care of everything! Trust us; after long, you'll get used to everything being handed to you. The best zoos, after all, are the ones where the animals don't even want to escape!
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|“You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship, Tyler?”||"A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger."|
"To see a world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour."
And then, the world ended.
( None of these are mandatory; rather, they are ideas that can fit in the setting. Feel free to play as if your character(s) have been here for as little or as long as you like, and you're welcome to play en media res with them already gone "native." )