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Post by Tybalt on Jan 21, 2012 18:06:58 GMT -5
Tybalt didn't quite know how to handle that. He supposed he had to have been through this before, but generally he was permitted to get drunk first.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 23, 2012 23:39:15 GMT -5
It was possible Tybalt had no idea what to do with two women. And he could favor who he pleased, Doom wasn't particular. This was for his guest's benefit, his own was merely... vicarious, and incidental to that. His hand crept to his hip, though given that he was still in full armor, it went nowhere more incriminating than that.
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 24, 2012 0:03:55 GMT -5
The notion that Tybalt was a virginal shrinking violet dissipated quickly; he knew too much of the act, was too ferocious, too passionate, and at the same time too detached from it to be a clumsy, overwhelmed innocent. In fact, as the women hurried him from his clothing - though Maria seemed widely overlooked, which she bore without seeming to take it personally - a change overtook him so suddenly that the one called Krisztina seemed to be taken off guard. They had been advised to be gentle with him, and as it had appeared he had little knowledge of lovemaking this had seemed reasonable advice, and instead Tybalt pushed her to the bed by the bare shoulders, burying his head in between her shoulder and her throat, covering her skin with sharp, deliberate kisses.
He heard her gasp, but almost shut it out to a drone; for Tybalt, who had performed this action many times, this was a matter of course. He did not pay any more mind to the circumstances than he had to; if he were fully there he would be unable to proceed, a humiliating circumstance in which he had found himself before. When he took her it was hard, not enough to hurt - in fact she appeared pliant and flushed and eager to accept him. He was used to the embraces of these sorts of women before, though; he assumed it was money they loved, money that they truly desired, so that when they kissed his arms and shoulders and bare chest it was to him as though they were kissing coins instead.
When finished he stopped, eyes shut, appearing briefly as though he were going to drowse off, but he was only collecting himself; their nude limbs only remained entwined for so long, and wordlessly he dressed again. Krisztina touched his hair and he startled badly enough to shove her arm back - not cruelly or roughly at all, but in a manner so unusual to these circumstances that it was a shock.
The moment he was dressed he stood and approached Doom and dropped to his knee, eyes fixed on the floor.
"My lord."
He was asking to be dismissed.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 24, 2012 12:35:04 GMT -5
He had the vague, nagging feeling he had done him a great wrong. And that was strange -- Doom did not make errors. Misjudgments, yes, but he did not understand how this would have occurred. Tybalt was young, and both the girls had been very beautiful. It was generous. It was gracious.
"Was the service satisfactory?"
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 24, 2012 18:03:05 GMT -5
"As to be expected of such services."
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 24, 2012 22:51:05 GMT -5
"Hmph. Doom will thank these young ladies for their trouble, and you may depart."
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Post by Tybalt on Jan 24, 2012 22:55:34 GMT -5
Tybalt paused, just because he felt a little lost, but then bowed further and left curtly.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Jan 31, 2012 23:23:10 GMT -5
Events had taken a puzzling turn. The initiative was achieved, of course, in all Doom's usual style, but Tybalt was remarkably ungrateful for being relieved of the burden of his inexperience. Perhaps the girl still weighed on his mind, despite these efforts, or he simply had no appreciation for fine things -- having drunk thirstily and loved hastily. He would learn an appreciation for them as Doom's guest, or live to regret it.
The women knew better than to leave too hastily, and might be allowed their privacy after such performances.
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