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TDM #6


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »




« « « I REPEAT MYSELF



It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

Oh, and one other thing: it’s sticky and humid. Gross.



» » » BUY A TICKET




After stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « THE HOUSES OF PLEASURE




Standard orientation is over quickly. New arrivals are allowed to settle into their new living arrangements and are given access to the city. Explore. Make connections. On the third day, all devices light up with a message from LIES. Orientation 2.0 is about to start, and it does the moment participants tap the screen of their phones.

After arriving at the designated location, standing on the front step of a large house, a man dressed in nothing more than a small cloth wrapped at his waist will open the wooden door and guide arrivals inside one by one. In the main room is a large brass tub filled with warm water and fragrant oils. The bath is relaxing, no one will have the desire or willpower to abstain from this, and the style of dress is one of the following: a simple sheer gown with thin underwear beneath or a soft robe with a thick belt. The first denotes a particular status - the servant, concubine, companion, prostitute, jeweled bird, whore. There are many words for the role, but they are those chosen by the person who is being paid for the service. The second is an elevated status, and those dressed this way are given a solid gold coin to spend on the person of their choosing.

Visitors of Lupanar are placed in their roles at random. The companions are led to rooms where they are laid out comfortably in any manner of style—placed on a bed, draped in a swing, tied up and blindfolded. Afterwards, they are then visited by their patrons.



« « « INTO THE WOLF DEN




Lupanar is in full swing. The night edges forward as patrons visit one or many rooms, companions satisfy their visitors, and the procurer who runs the establishment gracefully handles any disputes or misunderstandings. Lit candles line the stairs and hallways, casting an eerie glow on anyone who chooses to slip a panel aside and watch the acts occurring in the room behind that wall.

As the night melts into early morning, companions and patrons alike will experience a physical crack and shift. For some, they’ll be brought to their knees or find themselves winded. Others will feel a tightness in their chest or the strange sensation of losing their breath. When it’s over, each person will now bear the physical characteristics of two other people: someone they care dearly for and someone that they do not. The combination of features or physical attributes will be unique; possibly the hair style and color of one but the eyes and nose of the other. What’s even more odd is that, now, desires belonging to the other people are transferred. Strong and overwhelming, satisfaction is a must.



« « « BROKEN GLASS




The second floor of Lupanar is a dedicated space to a series of private and public glass rooms. Companions, styled as requested, are placed inside to act out anything the patron desires of them. They may dance, strip, or pleasure themselves, but the key thing to remember is that glass separates the companion from everyone else. You may look, but you can’t touch.

The third and final floor of this esteemed brothel is an entirely open area with space at the center for an ongoing orgy. Patrons may lay with one another, companions can indulge in sex or sleeping, and generally either participate in public sex with someone else while watching others. So, join in or take a seat.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, character will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide. Characters born in January, March, May, June, September, and December are Dominants. Characters born in February, April, July, August, October, and November are Submissive. Characters with an unknown birthday are Submissive.

To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is Dominant or Submissive.

» Players can use any part of the setting to create test drive prompts. Check out the locations page!

» The Houses of Pleasure: Characters will touch their phones and close their eyes. They will then be in the new setting. It won’t be apparent whether characters were transported there or if it’s something similar to a dream. If characters ask any NPCs or later ask LIES, they will be told that it’s up to them to decide. Characters can return to Duplicity after making a payment or receiving one. If you choose to have your character not participate in this part of the test drive then they will have a glitch on their phone that doesn’t allow them to access the invite to Orientation 2.0.

» Characters that play the role of companion may be dressed or situated in their room in any number of ways. They may be put into Elizabethan era clothing for a lord and lord/lady/servant/stablehand roleplay scenario. Or perhaps the companion is dressed in a clown costume. We don’t judge. Get wild.

» Into The Wolf Den: Characters become the physical embodiment of two people. Someone the character loves and someone they hate. Mix and mash features at your leisure. Have an even mix or let one dominate the other. Characters will also experience the desires of those other people and want to satisfy those urges.

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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every_blossom_blooming: (over the shoulder)

[personal profile] every_blossom_blooming 2019-05-10 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Relief floods her expression and Nina keeps one arm against her breasts (just in case) and reaches for the robe-- then hesitates. He doesn't have a line down his throat that she can see.

"Do I have to do something for this robe?" she asks, dubious and a little weary.
sathan: (☀ 𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝑜𝒾𝒸𝒶)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-10 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)
( great, she got the idiot witch )

No. The Dark Lord.
occultatum: (Nick - odisse)

[personal profile] occultatum 2019-05-10 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fuck. ]

His would be the only opinion I really care about.

[ For now. ]
sathan: (★ 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒶 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒶)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-10 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
At least your priorities haven't been lost in this.
occultatum: (Nick - vexas)

[personal profile] occultatum 2019-05-10 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I think He would approve of sex on His altar, frankly.
balljoints: (the world is only)

[personal profile] balljoints 2019-05-10 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, honey! I was worried I wouldn't know anyone.

Yeah, I went home long enough for shit to get awful there too.
indecent_butterfly: (Which one this time?)

network; un: madhatter

[personal profile] indecent_butterfly 2019-05-10 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
How much time do you have?
occultatum: (Nick - posse)

[personal profile] occultatum 2019-05-10 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks at her a moment, and shakes his head. "All you have to do it take it," he tells her, gently.

Kindly.

"I'm Nick."
sathan: (☀ 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓇𝒶𝓍 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝓏𝑜𝒾𝓃)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-10 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
You wouldn't be the first.

( original sinner right here )

Since we're becoming so acquainted I should ask your name.
sathan: (❄ 𝓈𝒶𝓁𝓋𝒾𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒽𝒾𝓏𝒶)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-10 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
A lot.
theboywholived: (Default)

Harry Potter | Submissive | OTA

[personal profile] theboywholived 2019-05-10 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
» » » BUY A TICKET
To say that Harry is confused, frustrated and uncomfortable would be an understatement. He sits on the train, which is not at all like the express to Hogwarts, with pursed lips and a deep frown, trying to magically ascertain why it is that they're all there. Where they're going. What they're doing and who is doing it to them. They've had precious little in the way of straight answers since arriving, and Harry has had enough half truths and flat out lies in his life to sit quietly by and accept what's come his way.

It all comes to a head when a well-dressed woman enters the train, escorting another young woman. No, not escorting. Pulling her along like a dog on a leash. The young woman kneels on the ground and Harry simply won't stand for it. He rises up from his seat and resists the urge to go straight for his wand.

"Let her sit," he grits out between clenched teeth. "This is wrong."


« « « THE HOUSES OF PLEASURE
Orientation is... harrowing. Again, Harry has to sit in discomfort through a show that he doesn't want to watch, listen to questions asked and answered that he had never dreamed of before. It's all so patently unfair, to him and to others like him. Just because he has a mark down his neck doesn't make him any less than anyone else.

He wishes Hermione were here, to lead the way so that he can follow. He wants to fix this, but he has no idea where to start except with his wand. He knows better than to try that, though. After the encounter on the train, after seeing how other Submissives here enjoy their positions, he's not sure what the best option is anymore.

He clicks on his phone idly when it beeps and suddenly he's in another place entirely. Has he Apparated? Again? Questions are, once again also, left unanswered as he's led into the bath. He's stewing, silently, and doesn't want to indulge in anything. But the aroma from the oils and the steam is alluring. It couldn't hurt to relax just a little, right?

He slides into the hot bath, sighing heavily and shutting his eyes as he does. Distantly, he recognizes that his clothes have been taken. But it's not until the bath's over that he realizes that they haven't been replaced with anything but a very short robe.

He's led to a room, a bedroom, and the door shuts behind him. Instinct kicks in and Harry moves to a corner, searches the room for anything that could be used as a weapon. He knows, rationally, that there's nothing like that coming for him. But he also has no idea what's going to happen next.


» » » INTO THE WOLF DEN
It starts with a tightness in his chest. Harry grabs at his shirt and tries to breathe, tries to keep his racing heart down to calmer beats. Soon enough, it passes, but not before Harry happens to glance in a mirror.

He looks... He looks like Malfoy, if he had to put a name to the visage before him. Platinum blond hair, slicked back nearly rather than the mess that is Harry's usual coif. His eyes are an ice blue and he realizes he feels something, too. Some need to be... better.

Rubbing his hand over his chest -- the open shirt they've given him does little to cover his body at the best of times; the buttons keep undoing themselves -- Harry realizes that something else has changed, too.

There's scars on his chest. Three, to be precise, like a large paw has nearly torn its way through his rib cage. He pushes the shirt back a little to reveal, yes, a bite mark of some kind -- of one kind -- on his shoulder.

He doesn't have time to think about this, doesn't have time to think about anything, before a need overcomes him.


« « « BROKEN GLASS
Harry finds himself in a room partially made of glass. One large window comprises the wall and there's nothing but a settee of plush velvet in the middle of the room.

He sits. And waits. He has no idea what's about to happen, but he thinks himself ready for anything.

Or maybe not.


» » » NOTES / WILDCARD
(( Post-Battle of Hogwarts. Just 18. Mostly books. Dusting off the cobwebs. Hit me up with anything. ))
occultatum: (Nick - saltandi)

[personal profile] occultatum 2019-05-10 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Nick Scratch.

And you?
leatherdaddy: (Default)

Gladiolus Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV | submissive

[personal profile] leatherdaddy 2019-05-10 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ OOC: OTA for smut but please no incest, under 18 or ship pushing. Down to clown for gen/smut plotting in terms of potential things to do or a general direction, though! ]


I. THE HOUSES OF PLEASURE

A. The Patron

[ As a patron, Gladio wears a robe that offers some modesty he imagines is supposed to set him apart from the companions in the room whose nakedness is poorly protected at best or left completely bare at worst. Somewhere deep inside him, he knows he should been feeling some deep hatred for... something. But what he was so pissed about before closer to the time of his arrival escapes him. He feels oddly relaxed about this whole situation he's in.

He tests the weight of the gold coin in a palm that is more accustomed to that of a greatsword and frowns as he inspects the goods. Amber eyes fall on one such companion offered for sale and he watches... whatever draws him in, he can't seem to budge from the spot.

This one will do.

He flips the coin, the edge of it catching the light for a moment before it disappears into his hand again. ]


Eyes on me. [ He commands in a soft tone for the indoors, but he doesn't leave room for argument the moment he snaps his fingers. ]


B. The Companion

[ Gladio doesn't know what possessed him to tap the screen again, because the moment he does he's transported to that familiar house. On his second trip, his assigned role is clearly flipped on his head. Instead of a robe, he wears a thick harness across his bare chest. He wears little else than his own skin and a cock ring made of studded black leather, designed to keep his already youthful vigor as prolonged as possible. He thinks it can't actually be real leather, because after the bath it seems to dry completely even before his body has.

His hands are free, but his harness is locked and chained, limiting his mobility. He supposes his role is that of either chained beast or slave... and opts to wait and see what purpose best serves the patron that selects him. ]


II. BROKEN GLASS

[ When he's been washed and dressed again, he's led into his final stage caged in with glass on every side. He's now wearing only the skin he was born in, and there's little point to trying to cover up. Gladio's cock hangs heavy and thick between his legs, large and muscular much like the rest of him. He turns in place, glaring into the glass only to flinch when the lights suddenly brighten around him. What he's asked to do, however, is up to the spectator who issues their request.

After spectators are done with him, he's brought into an even more challenging spectacle -- an orgy, it's here Gladio finally gets a moment of respite, but even if he's caught resting don't expect him to have let his guard down completely. Should someone try to accost him while he naps, they may find a calloused hand gripping hard against their wrist or their jawline, a breath away from choking the amorous offender.

Or, if sleeping beauties aren't your thing, Gladio will soon get swept up in the heated frenzy. Caught in the moment, he seizes the hips of a partner within reach and pulls them close to his body with a quiet demand for more exclusive attention as he dips in to attack their neck with his lips. ]
indecent_butterfly: ((Belial) Wicked lies)

cw: rape reference

[personal profile] indecent_butterfly 2019-05-10 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
There are more than One could count from One's time in Heaven, but sullying the Chief of Virtues' innocence was quite enjoyable.
caniculares: (Sirius - of the purebloods)

buy a ticket;

[personal profile] caniculares 2019-05-10 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He spots James before James sees him, and he heads over to where he's sitting. "Oy," Sirius says, tilting his head up just a little. "You heard him," he says, and puts his hand on James' shoulder -

-James....shoulder is not where it usually is.

"Wait," Sirius stammers. He looks like a puzzled dog. "You-"
paragliderplz: (50)

Link | Legend of Zelda: Breath of the WIld | Submissive | OTA

[personal profile] paragliderplz 2019-05-10 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
« « « I REPEAT MYSELF
A young man is shoved unceremoniously out through the doors of the lab in his complimentary paper gown. He seems a bit woozy. Drugged maybe, considering no everyone is inclined to cooperate with strange scientists. He fumbles a few steps before gaining his balance and shakes his head, sandy brown hair a proper mess.

He’s short. Five foot at the very most and that’s a generous estimate. His hand goes to his throat, momentarily covering the new mark there. Then he stares bewildered at the device he’s been given, and then at the strange city he's apparently stuck in. He knows what the device is at least. Sort of. It’s just not his and he needs to get his back.

Blinking hard a few times, there’s a moment where he looks like he’s about to just discard the thing, but thinks better of it. Then he heads off into the city in search of… something. Anything. It doesn’t seem to bother him at all that the only thing he’s wearing is made of paper.

« « « BUY A TICKET
At least he’s wearing proper clothes this time, but the device hanging on his hip looks nothing like the ones they’ve been given. The concept of a train is new to him, but the technology itself isn’t that far away from what he’s encountered before. He doesn’t sit though, perhaps out of a bit of silent belligerence at his designation.

He’s silent through the whole ordeal but visibly tense, glaring at the dominant who makes his submissive kneel at his feet. Prideful isn’t something many would call him, but he has his limits.

« « « THE HOUSES OF PLEASURE
Someone must have heard about him denouncing the whole concept of this place, so they dress him as a proper submissive in sheer fabrics that show off a great deal of his body. Jokes on them, he has an outfit not that different than this that he’s worn countless of times and it does not mean he’s worth less than anyone else.

They leave him collared and chained to a bedpost, and his patron will find him tugging on it in a futile effort to break free. If they were hoping for a fiesta wild child, they sure got one.


« « « INTO THE WOLF DEN
Link clutches his chest and gasps for air, and for one terrifying moment he’d thought his heart was failing him. He may be over a hundred years old, but his body is still of a teenager, or so he’d thought.

Not long after a small but unsettling visage stalks through the halls of this grand house, burning red eyes glowing behind the helmet. He has a very powerful urge to learn everything he can in this place, coupled with a need to conquer and dominate. Not necessarily through the kindest of means either.

« « « WILDCARD
Bring your own adventure!

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nocts: (@13)

two. oh boy :3

[personal profile] nocts 2019-05-10 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course it's a brothel.

Noctis should be acting all shocked and appalled but honestly, after working in that cat cafe, this isn't all that new to him. Except for the mandatory sex part, of course. That wasn't mandatory at his ex-workplace. He was very wary walking through this place, trying to see and get a hold of someone he knows and, as luck would have it, he did.

He found Nyx. Who just arrived in the City and this is probably all too new and too surprising for him. Noctis probably can't teach him much, hell, Nyx probably doesn't even need any type of teaching. But, it's always easier to have someone familiar when the City decides to pull the rug from underneath your feet and just throws you in something you barely have control over.

That being said-]


I'm all ears~

[-no one ever said he can't tease the guy. Find the silver lining in the shitty situation. He pulls the edges of the black, silky robe he was given, over his chest and crosses his arms, eyebrows up to his hairline as he stares at Nyx.]
every_blossom_blooming: (blow a kiss)

[personal profile] every_blossom_blooming 2019-05-10 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A smile curves her red, red lips and Nina accepts the robe to pull it on. As she wraps up, she eyes the boy that gave it to her.

"I'm almost disappointed you didn't ask for something," she admits with a wink. He's handsome, at least, and it's easy to flirt with handsome boys. But maybe she's better off - who knows what he might have asked for?

"Thank you, Nick. I'm Nina."
wolfjohnwolf: (9)

[personal profile] wolfjohnwolf 2019-05-10 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
My condolences... Are you alright?

[He's..... really missed Teddy.]

I'd like to see you again when you have the chance.
sathan: (ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴛʏ)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Mary Wardwell.

It would seem we have a common friend, Mr Scratch. Sabrina's told me about you.
theboywholived: (001)

[personal profile] theboywholived 2019-05-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
Harry glances over his shoulder to acknowledge the young man coming to assist him -- awfully familiar voice he has, if also very much not -- then does a double take.

He's seen that face before in pictures. That's--

"What do you think you're doing?" The Dominant is standing now, and she's much taller than Harry had expected. The woman on her knees gives them both a look full of loathing.

"Er." He's lost his footing now, and doesn't know what to do with two angry women at his front and a young Sirius Black (?!) at his back.
every_blossom_blooming: (Default)

[personal profile] every_blossom_blooming 2019-05-11 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
It's awful. One hiccup and I'll be indecent.

I'm very tired and I look like this [img attached]
sathan: (☀ 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒸)

[personal profile] sathan 2019-05-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
( sigh. it would have to be heaven. but she can't react too heavily, she has appearances to keep up )

And I suppose Heaven shut the door.

( sometimes she can't help herself )
every_blossom_blooming: (OMG)

[personal profile] every_blossom_blooming 2019-05-11 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Nina clutches her chest as she jumps back from the portal. She stares as it sends trash tumbling by her bare feet and into the gutter. Out steps a man that looks utterly put together, making her very, very aware of the state of the dress (torn beyond reason and entirely too small) and her (comparable to a drowned rat).

It takes her a moment to summon words, but when she does, she stands up straight and accepts the arm offered to her.]


Nina Zenik. Lost Ravkan - and apparent Submissive - in distress.
nocts: (59)

» » » Buy a ticket

[personal profile] nocts 2019-05-11 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Noctis is trying to keep a low profile as he always does. Being a Sub is a test of patience and nerves when every fiber of you just wants to lash out and fight against it. He's running a few errands for Ignis, carrying some paperwork for the soup kitchen in the down, when the train fills in with people.

And then they come in and the new people that arrived recently are all shifting uncomfortably and-

Shit-

"Wait-!" Noctis hisses and grabs the guy for his shoulder, pulling him back, away from the women that boarded. "You will get in serious trouble if you try something," he continues, getting the guy to stand at the back of the train with him. He has a matching line on his throat like the kneeling girl and the boy himself.