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open ❥ self indulgent nsfw.

i'm tired so like, prompts are minimal but feel free to plot with me.
characters available down below.
other characters potentially available upon request but i can reject requests.
i will accept doubles (THATS RIGHT GIVE ME THE SELFCEST), au scenarios, what have you.'
threesomes potentially available upon request. ask first.
doubling up on threads is ok. message me on discord/plurk for more intensive plotting.

it is also november, so inaba nsfw stuff WILL BE PRIORITIZED.
please give her some love
(birthday nsfw threads welcome)

scenarios:
- god give me aqua/kana nsfw threads i swear to fucking god. she needs a win in this life. i'll also take kana/akane. ask first before cross-canon.
- hypnotism
- succubus au
- the fuckin hot spring meme with weird memory fuckery. oh, we were strangers? not anymore! we're two people who came here to FUCK
- duplicate threesomes
- honestly i do want to do selfcest. gimme.
- inaba birthday sex (i'm serious)
- panfandom hypothetical sex game stuff
- fuck or die scenario
- one of those sex escape room setups where they're forced to do a kink (of the player's choosing) to get out

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.... Ah. So you like that sort of thing, hm?

[Her tone is teasing, but lightly so. After all - though she didn't particularly indulge in the risque when it came to novels and such, she knew that the attraction to maids and such were a popular trend in Fontaine. It seems that some trends carry over across universes. Fascinating!

But she's not here to analyze. Reaching out to adjust the camera to a slightly wider shot, Furina gets up from her spot at the edge of her bed, so that the camera can catch how she moves over to her wardrobe. As she does, she begins to disrobe; first her shorts, letting her emphasize the way she bends over to slip them down before stepping out of them, then her shirt, tossed off somewhere to a corner of her room. She is indeed wearing a pair of navy blue, lacy lingerie, but she doesn't let the camera get a good look until she's done rummaging through her closet, pulling out what is certainly a maid outfit and holding it out to the camera.]

Is this to your tastes?

[ ...Oh.

She can't help but stare a little at both the way the camera pans out, showing off Furina a little more and then watches how she quickly disrobes. There's a thought of how blue truly is a good color on her, but it's immediately dismissed when she sees the maid outfit that Furina holds out. ]

Inaban: It is.
Inaban: Go ahead and put it on.
Inaban: I want to see what toys you have to offer after.

[It's with what seems to be quite a measure of practice that Furina slips on the costume as easily as she slipped out of her clothes. Even putting this new job of hers aside, with her work as a performer back in Fontaine, she's used to costume changes on the fly. Most of the time she had people to help her, true, but with her more recent work with a more humble troupe, she's gotten used to changing herself when she took the stage.

Hm... Inaba doesn't seem to be asking her to play the role yet. Usually she has people begging her to give a shoutout to "Master" or "Mistress" as soon as she puts the costume on in her public streams. Interesting, but... she has to admit, it's a bit of a relief. It's kind of nice, not being expected to immediately put a mask on.

... Well. She'll play the part of a tease, but that's always fun.]

Ah, not too familiar, are you? That's perfectly alright. I have quite a collection thanks to my darling viewers.

[Again, Inaba will get a nice view of Furina's backside as she bends over, retrieving a decently-sized box from beneath her bed.]

I suppose it all depends on what you'd like to see.

[Removing the lid, she tilts the box just enough that Inaba can get a glimpse inside. There are a few basic dildos of varying lengths and girths, a few plugs with different glittering designs at the bases... even one of those dildos that look like they could be shaped by some fantasy monster - a dragon, perhaps?]

These are just my most used ones. Whatever your tastes, I likely have something I could use, so it's all up to what you'd like to see.

[ That's definitely quite the collection... she can feel herself almost getting overwhelmed by it all.

But she has to keep herself together. At least, enough so that she can type a response. ]

Inaban: Surprise me.
Inaban: I'll let fate decide.

[ There's a pause, before more text flows out: ]

Inaban: We'll put on a brilliant performance.
Inaban: Of a forbidden love between a maid and their master.

[Oh. Those words make sparks crackle to life low in her belly, and her face warm up-]

I-I-

[And for a moment, that mask slips, leaving her to stutter a few more times to regain her composure.]

You... certainly have a way with words, don't you- [A pause. She's a smart young woman, so-] Master?

[ That reaction was actually a little cute. She can't help the small chuckle behind the screen that goes unnoticed, but at least the text will be seen: ]

Inaban: I used to do a lot of reports, back in high school.
Inaban: Although I suppose that's different from this.
Inaban: An active imagination helps.
Inaban: But if we are calling this a performance...
Inaban: Shall we set the scene?

[ In a way, she's turning this into an interactive 'play' of sorts. ]

T-That is the best way to start things off, yes...

[Haaa... at least she's rolling with things pretty well. Furina smiles, setting the box of toys on the other side of her bed, before lowering herself down on her stomach to stretch out, eyes falling half-lidded as she watches the camera like some kind of cat. The lights in her room have been angled and lowered just enough that they're not too bright, but they still catch on her two-toned blue eyes, making it so that they almost seem to glow under her white bangs.

It's easy, to slip back into a persona like this. She's done it for five hundred years, and even though she's let herself slip a bit more often now that she doesn't have to keep such a facade up... it's as easy as breathing to shift.]

This isn't the first time we've done this, is it, Master? That you're so bold to take me while I'm still in uniform... you must have some confidence that I'll give myself over to you .

[ Seeing her shift so seamlessly is a bit surprising but at the same time, there's a strange familiarity to it. It isn't the first time that she's seen something like this happen, but it easily pulls her in.

It's enough for her to type in character quickly, at least. ]

Inaban: Are you saying that you won't?

I didn't say that now, did I?

[Furina winks before rolling over onto her back. The cut of her outfit's front is low, the collar ending just above the swell of her breasts. It's enough to show off plenty of skin and the top of that lacy bra, and Furina wastes no time in tracing swirling patterns along her chest, her eyes never once leaving the camera.]

Your hands... I miss the feeling of them so much. My body remembers the feel of them so well, I just know I can't resist the moment you touch me.

Inaban: You didn't.

[ The first response is immediate, but the next one... less so. ]

Inaban: But is that so...?
Inaban: If you miss them that much, then you'll just have to earn them back, won't you?

[Ah... that makes her shiver. One hand slips lower, tracing over her sternum, down over her stomach...]

What can I do to earn them, master?

Inaban: I want to see all of you.
Inaban: And I'm not just talking about your clothes.

[A pause.]

Hm, I already promised to give you quite the show with some of my little [Furina some of those things are NOT little-] friends here. What else could you want?

Inaban: Well, a show is nice and all.
Inaban: And I know I asked for it.
Inaban: But you're a person, so I want to see your genuine self too...

[That... gets an even longer pause. Something flashes in Furina's two-toned eyes, and though there's not an obvious shift in her demeanor, that something seems to linger even as she laughs. The sound comes out ever so slightly stilted.]

One doesn't ask a performer to shed their costume in the middle of a play, do they? [...] Is there something wrong with what I'm doing now?

Inaban: I'm just built different.
Inaban: But no there isn't anything wrong, perse...
Inaban: I just think that while roleplaying is fun and all
Inaban: I also want to know the actual person behind the mask
Inaban: Maybe that's silly since I'm just some stranger on text to ask, though.

[It's strange. The last time someone held their hand out to the true Furina, with the claims that they're a "stranger" to her life and thus could make it easier to open up... well. She'd been trapped like a rabbit in a snare and put on trial. The last time she trusted someone with her true self, she'd had everything she worked for during the past five hundred years stripped away. Furina could scoff and roll her eyes now, and double down on her flamboyant persona and probably still give Inaba a good show.

... But it feels different from when Lumine reached her hand out. Even putting aside their current activities, Inaba's just... been nice to her. Teasing, but nice.]

... Haha...

[When she laughs this time, there's much less of that haughty air to her.]

It is rather silly. But your sentiment is... very much appreciated. I'll see what I can do.

[Because when it's her choice to do so, she loves acting like this. It's fun when she can just play, and not force herself into a role that's the one thing stopping her entire nation from crumbling into the sea.]

Inaban: You don't have to force yourself
Inaban: After all the situation...
Inaban: it is what it is

No, no, it's quite alright! It's just...

[Her smile is warm, in the light of her room, and one hand drifts lower, across her stomach, her abdomen, until she's inching towards the hem of her skirt.]

There is something a bit more thrilling, doing this while not having to put up so much of an act. Knowing there's a gaze on the other side of this camera eager to see the real me.

[Another laugh, in that same light tone.]

For someone paying to watch someone get themselves off on camera, you're quite sweet, Inaban.

[ There's a rather lengthy pause as she sputters, but eventually, an answer is given: ]

Inaban: Better than being an asshole.

[ She is suddenly so glad this is just through text!! ]

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