[ Arms crossed over her chest, long hair cascading down over her shoulders and onto her arms, Tohsaka sits in the chair she's been assigned. Not out of any strict adherence, but because she knows that causing a fuss in the train will serve nothing. She needs some privacy to gain footing for what the hell is going on, and she somberly trusts the notion that she's being taken somewhere with housing in her name.
There are innocents that surround her, she knows that, given there are several who also wear hospital gowns. When she hears what she perceives as upset from a stranger who has been recently passed by someone in street clothes, no mark on their neck, she finally spits something out. ] Watch it! [ She doesn't attempt to comfort the person she thinks was nudged or kicked or any other variation of being disturbed, but she does glower at the passerby.
She bears a mark on her neck, too. For the time-being, it doesn't unsettle her. She doesn't know what it's for (she'll find out, tyvm), but she's familiar with timely tattoos for magical purposes. This may be similar. May not be. But for the moment, she's annoyed at anyone who looks like they might have an upper hand. That's just not right or fair. ]
Symphony Hydraulics.
[ Tohsaka stands part of a crowd, watching as a supposed volunteer is stripped down and placed on a piece of fucking machinery. She'd come upon the area just in time to be unaware of the reality of what will transpire and with a gasp, both hands fly to her mouth in shock at the sight. ]
Why is this happening? No one would want someone to see them in such a state... [ She paid attention at orientation, fully absorbing all details about life there in the city (and, frankly, not going along with most of it, including her position as a submissive.) But this? Publicly being fucked for others to watch? It's too much, and her eyes search for meaning from you. ]
Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Open to F/M. CW: exhibitionist sex
[ Her own desire for any sexual acts has been nil, though she's tried to allow herself to become desensitized to the city's reality. At least enough to play off that none of it's bothering her. It's what she has to do to regain any semblance of control.
She uses a voucher she's been given to buy a savory dish, eating it quickly and alone, sighing to herself at a table. She tries to relax, convinced she hears distant moans (she does.) Her face flinches now and again as she clearly struggles and yearns to relax, not paying mind to how long she's been sitting until the very air around her suddenly brings chills of anticipation over her skin. Her eyes pop open, hot and annoyed. ] How?! I'm all covered up. [ She absolutely is wearing enough clothing that a chill shouldn't have gotten to her.
She sighs softly when she shifts, thighs brushing together with her movement to bring a familiar need coursing around her pussy. Want suddenly sweeps over her, and one hand reaches to caress fingers against her skirt, pressing against her underwear, desperately trying to work over her clit. She stands like that, touching herself over clothes, lips pressing together as she spots a man and moves toward him. Her gaze is heavy with lust, voice husky, and her hands shift to undo her skirt to pool around her feet in stockings and shoes, white panties on display. ] Please, I need something inside of me. You. Your cock. Anything you want to fill me up with. In my pussy, my ass. Please. Do it right here. [ She reaches a hand to touch a table they're next to, a different one than she'd been eating at. ] I want everyone to see.
[ Her hand slides down into the front of her panties, forefinger slicking against wetness then curling to slide in and out of her pussy, eliciting a moan. Later, she'll loathe that any substance, any force, caused her to act this way. For now, though, she only has being a fairly subservient exhibitionist on her mind. ]
[ ooc: F/M only for the moment, please. Wide open for various kinks to play out (including penetration from non-body part objects, as long as they're overall sanitary. Vaginal, oral, and anal. Also open to your character being under the effects of food themselves, if they wouldn't so willingly go along with her demand. ]
Rin Tohsaka | Fate/ | Submissive
[ Arms crossed over her chest, long hair cascading down over her shoulders and onto her arms, Tohsaka sits in the chair she's been assigned. Not out of any strict adherence, but because she knows that causing a fuss in the train will serve nothing. She needs some privacy to gain footing for what the hell is going on, and she somberly trusts the notion that she's being taken somewhere with housing in her name.
There are innocents that surround her, she knows that, given there are several who also wear hospital gowns. When she hears what she perceives as upset from a stranger who has been recently passed by someone in street clothes, no mark on their neck, she finally spits something out. ] Watch it! [ She doesn't attempt to comfort the person she thinks was nudged or kicked or any other variation of being disturbed, but she does glower at the passerby.
She bears a mark on her neck, too. For the time-being, it doesn't unsettle her. She doesn't know what it's for (she'll find out, tyvm), but she's familiar with timely tattoos for magical purposes. This may be similar. May not be. But for the moment, she's annoyed at anyone who looks like they might have an upper hand. That's just not right or fair. ]
Symphony Hydraulics.
[ Tohsaka stands part of a crowd, watching as a supposed volunteer is stripped down and placed on a piece of fucking machinery. She'd come upon the area just in time to be unaware of the reality of what will transpire and with a gasp, both hands fly to her mouth in shock at the sight. ]
Why is this happening? No one would want someone to see them in such a state... [ She paid attention at orientation, fully absorbing all details about life there in the city (and, frankly, not going along with most of it, including her position as a submissive.) But this? Publicly being fucked for others to watch? It's too much, and her eyes search for meaning from you. ]
Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Open to F/M. CW: exhibitionist sex
[ Her own desire for any sexual acts has been nil, though she's tried to allow herself to become desensitized to the city's reality. At least enough to play off that none of it's bothering her. It's what she has to do to regain any semblance of control.
She uses a voucher she's been given to buy a savory dish, eating it quickly and alone, sighing to herself at a table. She tries to relax, convinced she hears distant moans (she does.) Her face flinches now and again as she clearly struggles and yearns to relax, not paying mind to how long she's been sitting until the very air around her suddenly brings chills of anticipation over her skin. Her eyes pop open, hot and annoyed. ] How?! I'm all covered up. [ She absolutely is wearing enough clothing that a chill shouldn't have gotten to her.
She sighs softly when she shifts, thighs brushing together with her movement to bring a familiar need coursing around her pussy. Want suddenly sweeps over her, and one hand reaches to caress fingers against her skirt, pressing against her underwear, desperately trying to work over her clit. She stands like that, touching herself over clothes, lips pressing together as she spots a man and moves toward him. Her gaze is heavy with lust, voice husky, and her hands shift to undo her skirt to pool around her feet in stockings and shoes, white panties on display. ] Please, I need something inside of me. You. Your cock. Anything you want to fill me up with. In my pussy, my ass. Please. Do it right here. [ She reaches a hand to touch a table they're next to, a different one than she'd been eating at. ] I want everyone to see.
[ Her hand slides down into the front of her panties, forefinger slicking against wetness then curling to slide in and out of her pussy, eliciting a moan. Later, she'll loathe that any substance, any force, caused her to act this way. For now, though, she only has being a fairly subservient exhibitionist on her mind. ]
[ ooc: F/M only for the moment, please. Wide open for various kinks to play out (including penetration from non-body part objects, as long as they're overall sanitary. Vaginal, oral, and anal. Also open to your character being under the effects of food themselves, if they wouldn't so willingly go along with her demand. ]