[LIES is what they called it. It seemed fitting. A city split into the roles of Dominants and Submissives - and oh she found out real fast how literal terming it after the sexual fetishes was - as a set of... castes? Is this what it was?
She supposes she's fortunate, as they tour the Up. Gleaming high rises, luxurious accommodations. You're a Dominant, they had said, and you get to live in the lap of luxury.
The Submissives, though... she didn't understand. From what she'd ever known of D/s relationships (and she didn't read much, but while she's bad at interpersonal relationships, there's plenty of books on the subject)... it was the subs that held all the authority. All the power. It had to be that way, or it made everything in the relationship imbalanced. Made it... more like slavery. Took away the agency of one of the parties.
No... that's what this is, isn't it. She raises a hand to her jaw, strokes it as they move through the Down, and she sees it... it's... a ghetto. A slum. Somewhere to put the undesirables. Those who should have all the power are relegated to being treated like second class citizens.
Is this intentional?
Deep in thought, Makoto continues to stroke her thumb over her chin, staring at the floor by her feet, until one of them is nudged by a passenger walking off the train.]
Oh I'm sorry...
[She looks up, draws her feet back in. If they're a Sub, maybe she'll get a weird look for it. If they're not, well, then either way-] May I... ask you a question?
[2: End In the Discord]
[She would... not let this place defeat her. It wasn't like it was asking much, just... for her to be far more sexual than she had ever wanted or thought she could ever be in her life. But the problem with Makoto is that she is stubborn and competitive at the best of times, so she would not let it defeat her!
... Oh god, what is she doing here...
It's not that she hates being a Dominant - quite the opposite, by the very nature of someone called Queen she's very well suited to it. It's just that... she hates the way this place makes her do it. And the fact she's expected to be on all the time, or so it seems. Society says she is a Dom by her very standing, so she must be all the times.
So she steps into the club, fingers tightening to knuckle whiteness. It's not that she wants to be a Sub, she just... wants a break from having to be so controlling all the time. She starts to understand why her sister gets so stressed. It's almost worse to be this way.
The fact she has to expand her horizons drives her into throwing her name into the hat, and then immediately retreating to a corner near the bar to keep from being noticed.
Once she gets the buzz-buzz on her phone, though, she knows she has to do this. Why not, right? It has... to be done.] Um... hello. [Her voice cracks a little as she asks] You were matched with me on the drawing?
[A+ first impression, Makoto.]
[3: Table It For Later]
[Time number two for Makoto Niijima to be so lost in thought she's not paying as much attention as she should.
... This class seems to be promoting a healthy Dom/sub relationship. It's an exercise in trust, in care, in... equality. Which means that people here do understand how these relationships are supposed to work, so then-]
If the people here understand what makes a healthy dominant and submissive relationship... [Is she mumbling out loud to herself, or to your character? Either way, she's speaking just loud enough for a passer-by to hear her.] Then why is the society itself built on the unhealthy version of it?
[Super Sexy Talk ft. Makoto Niijima, who is not breaking off to do her own thing with other people, but instead rubbing her chin and thinking her thinky thoughts.
If you think that's hot, you should hear her ramble on about the lawful implications of this entire place. She can even cite specific articles of Japanese law. Super sexy.]
Makoto Niijima | Persona 5 | Dominant
[LIES is what they called it. It seemed fitting. A city split into the roles of Dominants and Submissives - and oh she found out real fast how literal terming it after the sexual fetishes was - as a set of... castes? Is this what it was?
She supposes she's fortunate, as they tour the Up. Gleaming high rises, luxurious accommodations. You're a Dominant, they had said, and you get to live in the lap of luxury.
The Submissives, though... she didn't understand. From what she'd ever known of D/s relationships (and she didn't read much, but while she's bad at interpersonal relationships, there's plenty of books on the subject)... it was the subs that held all the authority. All the power. It had to be that way, or it made everything in the relationship imbalanced. Made it... more like slavery. Took away the agency of one of the parties.
No... that's what this is, isn't it. She raises a hand to her jaw, strokes it as they move through the Down, and she sees it... it's... a ghetto. A slum. Somewhere to put the undesirables. Those who should have all the power are relegated to being treated like second class citizens.
Is this intentional?
Deep in thought, Makoto continues to stroke her thumb over her chin, staring at the floor by her feet, until one of them is nudged by a passenger walking off the train.]
Oh I'm sorry...
[She looks up, draws her feet back in. If they're a Sub, maybe she'll get a weird look for it. If they're not, well, then either way-] May I... ask you a question?
[2: End In the Discord]
[She would... not let this place defeat her. It wasn't like it was asking much, just... for her to be far more sexual than she had ever wanted or thought she could ever be in her life. But the problem with Makoto is that she is stubborn and competitive at the best of times, so she would not let it defeat her!
... Oh god, what is she doing here...
It's not that she hates being a Dominant - quite the opposite, by the very nature of someone called Queen she's very well suited to it. It's just that... she hates the way this place makes her do it. And the fact she's expected to be on all the time, or so it seems. Society says she is a Dom by her very standing, so she must be all the times.
So she steps into the club, fingers tightening to knuckle whiteness. It's not that she wants to be a Sub, she just... wants a break from having to be so controlling all the time. She starts to understand why her sister gets so stressed. It's almost worse to be this way.
The fact she has to expand her horizons drives her into throwing her name into the hat, and then immediately retreating to a corner near the bar to keep from being noticed.
Once she gets the buzz-buzz on her phone, though, she knows she has to do this. Why not, right? It has... to be done.] Um... hello. [Her voice cracks a little as she asks] You were matched with me on the drawing?
[A+ first impression, Makoto.]
[3: Table It For Later]
[Time number two for Makoto Niijima to be so lost in thought she's not paying as much attention as she should.
... This class seems to be promoting a healthy Dom/sub relationship. It's an exercise in trust, in care, in... equality. Which means that people here do understand how these relationships are supposed to work, so then-]
If the people here understand what makes a healthy dominant and submissive relationship... [Is she mumbling out loud to herself, or to your character? Either way, she's speaking just loud enough for a passer-by to hear her.] Then why is the society itself built on the unhealthy version of it?
[Super Sexy Talk ft. Makoto Niijima, who is not breaking off to do her own thing with other people, but instead rubbing her chin and thinking her thinky thoughts.
If you think that's hot, you should hear her ramble on about the lawful implications of this entire place. She can even cite specific articles of Japanese law. Super sexy.]
[4: Wildcard!]
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