As a general rule, having become a full citizen of Duplicity is enough to get one out of at least some of the LIES-related bullshit that members of the program are subjected to. Not so, recently.
Vrenille's pretty sure it's really all down to this new Subway housing, which has catapulted program graduates and their situations here, good, bad, or otherwise, back up into someone's crosshairs. In any case, over the past several weeks, he's been given a whole spate of jobs he'd just as soon not do but can't easily get out of. This one, as exhibition guide in the Galleria of Sex has got to be one of his least favourite.
Today he's been assigned to the flogging display. He's meant to take groups of visitors through this room of the exhibit, encourage interaction with the models and the toys, explain and sometimes demonstrate their proper use. In practice, he's mostly been making sure no one does anything unsafe, checking in on the models who, at least at the moment, are mostly here consensually. He's been doing his best as the Dominant in charge of the room to look after each one of the Submissives, but the whole arrangement is so impersonal.
When a Dominant walks in with what's clearly a newly arrived Submissive, still dressed in the trademark paper gown and actually shackled, no less, summarily requesting that the man be added to the display, Vrenille stares at him for an interval of momentary disbelief.
Seriously? The guy obviously hasn't even been here five minutes. And it's rare to see someone actually handcuffed during the tour... His guide wants him trussed up and flogged as well? Vrenille balks. And then he realises that what the tour guide really wants is not to have to continue being a tour guide. Asking to have his charge plugged into the exhibition is just his way of trying to skive off tour duty. He considers the men, the space of the display, the visitors filing into the room. On the one hand, he shouldn't abandon his post, on the other hand... A quick mental risk assessment and benefit analysis and he makes his decision: a trade of jobs, his for the tour guide's.
All of this takes place sotto voce, the agreement reached and bargain struck privately, so that at most those nearby might have noticed some conversation but without being apprised of its content. A few implements change hands, and then Vrenille is stepping over to what, it seems to him, is one of the most unhappy looking Submissives he's seen in this place in a long time. And that's saying something.
"Hey," his voice is patient as he tilts his head to try and catch a glimpse of the man's downcast eyes. "Whaddya say I get you outta here, get you something proper to wear, maybe a bite to eat?"
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Vrenille's pretty sure it's really all down to this new Subway housing, which has catapulted program graduates and their situations here, good, bad, or otherwise, back up into someone's crosshairs. In any case, over the past several weeks, he's been given a whole spate of jobs he'd just as soon not do but can't easily get out of. This one, as exhibition guide in the Galleria of Sex has got to be one of his least favourite.
Today he's been assigned to the flogging display. He's meant to take groups of visitors through this room of the exhibit, encourage interaction with the models and the toys, explain and sometimes demonstrate their proper use. In practice, he's mostly been making sure no one does anything unsafe, checking in on the models who, at least at the moment, are mostly here consensually. He's been doing his best as the Dominant in charge of the room to look after each one of the Submissives, but the whole arrangement is so impersonal.
When a Dominant walks in with what's clearly a newly arrived Submissive, still dressed in the trademark paper gown and actually shackled, no less, summarily requesting that the man be added to the display, Vrenille stares at him for an interval of momentary disbelief.
Seriously? The guy obviously hasn't even been here five minutes. And it's rare to see someone actually handcuffed during the tour... His guide wants him trussed up and flogged as well? Vrenille balks. And then he realises that what the tour guide really wants is not to have to continue being a tour guide. Asking to have his charge plugged into the exhibition is just his way of trying to skive off tour duty. He considers the men, the space of the display, the visitors filing into the room. On the one hand, he shouldn't abandon his post, on the other hand... A quick mental risk assessment and benefit analysis and he makes his decision: a trade of jobs, his for the tour guide's.
All of this takes place sotto voce, the agreement reached and bargain struck privately, so that at most those nearby might have noticed some conversation but without being apprised of its content. A few implements change hands, and then Vrenille is stepping over to what, it seems to him, is one of the most unhappy looking Submissives he's seen in this place in a long time. And that's saying something.
"Hey," his voice is patient as he tilts his head to try and catch a glimpse of the man's downcast eyes. "Whaddya say I get you outta here, get you something proper to wear, maybe a bite to eat?"