crestfallenfor | IC Inbox for Prismatica

[A man and a woman from an ancient fantasy era who, by their standards, are very, very, overwhelmingly experienced in The Ways Of The World... and have just discovered something Very New.

Sylvain stares for a moment longer than she does, before looking at the ones on the other side of the aisle.]

And this one has different thrust depths... And this other one has both options, and is, apparently, programmable. Or can be controlled with your phone.

[He's also in shock.]

That one has both?

[She comes over to look at the one that he's checking out. Sure enough it does. She blinks when he mentions the phone though. They both barely understand their phones already and now they can control this machine with it? That smells like a disaster.

And yet she's still intrigued...]

What attachments are there? There's mention of different ones...

Mmhm.

[It does. And it also makes a big deal about how easy the app is to use. He... believes it, to an extent, but it's still a marvel. He's not sure it'll ever stop being amazing.

It's a little less difficult to believe if he just thinks of it as magic, honestly.]

Looks like they're on the shelf under it...

[And he crouches down to get a good look - quite an array of different sizes and shapes, but one in particular catches his eye.]

Apparently this is an adapter so it can attach... almost anything, even if it doesn't have the fancy specific base for it.

I think we should get it. I want to see what it's like.

[Almost anything. That's very handy actually. Manuela likes the look of it and grabs the card that says to pick it up at the front and present this. That's useful. Sure they have a cart but at least this way they don't have to lug it around.

She tucks that into the top of her dress since she doesn't have pockets and goes to look at one of the others.]

Oh. You sit on this one. Apparently it has attachments too.

Oh, good, I do, too.

[And while she takes the card, he tosses the attachment in the cart, along with a couple other standard ones, because... well, they seem less fiddly than trying to put something similar into the adaptive one.

Ease of use, and all that.

Besides, it isn't like they're strapped for cash.]

Oh? That one looks interesting, too. It mostly just vibrates and can rotate, it looks like.

It says it's powerful but I don't really know what that means.

[You know, nothing to compare it to. She looks at the demo one and glances for how to turn it on. Oh. A remote or an app? Well that's versatile. She looks at it come more before picking up the remote to turn it on.]

Oh.

[That's quite a loud buzzing sound now isn't it.]

I assume that's why it's ready to test, right?

[Because he's not really sure what it being powerful means, either - just, in general, and also compared to other things. So when she turns it on and it's very loud, he... goes one step further and reaches out to touch it.]

...Oh. I think we ought to get this one, too.

Really?

[Well now she has to reach out and touch it too. The vibration makes her fingers tingle and she gasps at how strong that is. Even without the attachments she sees that being quite the thing.]

Yes, I think so.

[Excuse her while she grabs another card to tuck in with the other one because yes please?]

So... what kinds of attachments does this one have, other than the couple it comes with? Do you think we ought to get any of those, or...

[Or is the basic "very intense, very strong vibrations" enough?

...It's probably enough to start with, but also he's gotta ask.]

It seems like attachments for penetration. Likely to stimulate inside as well as out.

[She lifts one of them up so that way he can see what she's referring to. Because obviously they're getting the machine since she has the card for it. But the attachments?

That's up in the air still.]

I'm not sure if they're even necessary really.

Looks like it...

[And he really, actually seems to consider it. Because on the one hand... it seems kind of unnecessary. On the other... why not?

"Why not?" wins out in the end, as it often does.]

Wouldn't hurt to try, though. Or... if it does, then I doubt it'll hurt in a bad way.

[...Maybe that's his lowkey masochism talking, though. Who could say?]

You know, we're going to have to explore that masochistic nature of yours, Sylvain.

[In the healthiest way possible obviously.

With kink.]

Oh! I know how too. There are crops near here. I saw them as I walked by.

[Excuse her while she goes to test them.]

Eh? What makes you think I have a masochistic streak?

[Besides the fact that it's probably visible from space. He just also kind of thought his equally prevalent sadistic streak canceled it out. Or balanced it. Or something.

Apparently not!

(The attachment goes into the cart, though.)

And then he's following her to the surprising array of crops and associated things.]

Here. Go ahead.

[Because offering his arm to test things on totally doesn't support her assertion or anything like that.]

Oh. Thank you, dear.

[She pushes his sleeve out of the way to make sure she can have plenty of skin to work with. Testing the flexibility of the crop in her hands, she nods before delivering a solid smack to his arm, bringing her fingers over to see the mark left behind.]

How much did that sting, Sylvain?

Of course.

[He lets her push his sleeve up, and doesn't even really seem to react all that much when she strikes him with the crop - past a wince at the sudden, loud noise more than at the pain itself.

A red mark does appear almost instantly, though, and it will definitely be warm when she touches it.]

Honestly, not much. More of a dull sting than I'd have expected from how loud it was.

It does have a good sound. I think this will probably be more suitable for building anticipation really. There's not enough sting to it.

[But she adds it to her growing list of items before grabbing another one. Less flexibility so she thinks it will sting more.]

Let's try this one.

[And slap! she's struck his arm near where she did the other.]

Well?

Mm I think you're right.

[The sound was undeniably nice, but the sensation was important too...

And speaking of - the way his arm seems to tense immediately after the second strike lands should tell her already that, yes, this one was much better.

It even leaves a redder mark behind, too.]

That one's much better. It still stings even now.

[Her fingers trail over the red mark to feel the warmth of it where the blood has risen closer to the surface. Studying it, she nods her approval.]

It's similar to the one I had back home. I miss that one sometimes. It really was the perfect tension.

[She pouts a little before adding this one to their growing collection.]

Maybe you'll be able to bring it here somehow...

[He's heard rumors about small items being able to be... brought? Replicated? And if she wants Her riding crop, then... well, there was probably some convoluted way to get it. Right?

Maybe?

Either way, this one seems to be a good enough substitute for now, and he rubs idly at the mark made as he looks at the other striking implements still on the racks.]

Any others you want to test?

Oh! I hope so!

[She beams at him then flicks another couple in the air before shaking her head. Not worth testing on him. Only the best here.]

Some of these are more brutal but that really isn't my style. I prefer just a sting.

Heh, me too.

[Look, if they're going to start to play like that, then logic only follows that it would be best with her favorite implement, right? Right.

For now, though - passable replacements.]

Thought as much. I'll have to go to someone else for that if you awaken something in me, then~

[...As if he doesn't already know.]

You should let me know who you go to, dear. That way if I need to come treat you afterward I'll know where to go.

[She winks at him. Because she's not saying he SHOULDN'T go get his masochism on. Just that if he does anything heavy he damn well better have her on call so she can make sure he gets the right treatment.

Or else.]

Heh, I'll shoot you a message if [When.] I do and if I'm not able to come to you afterwards.

[Because honestly - he'd like to think he's self-sufficient enough to at least be able to get himself... if not to his own apartment, then to hers, though that's in no small part because he isn't really all that partial to staying the night with people he sleeps with.

But who knows what he might get up to, so knowing she's more than willing to come to him - wherever he might be - is... reassuring. Encouraging, almost.]

Good. My door is always open to treat you. Even if it's cuts or bruises from you having a good time.

[Manuela doubts he'd be embarrassed by such things but it doesn't hurt to make it clear that she wants to make sure he gets proper care always. It's not that she doesn't trust other medical professionals. Rather it's the fact that she's protective of her people.

Anyway, she goes to look at their impressive collection.]

You know, we should probably get some lubricant bottles before we go.

Hah- thanks, Manuela. I'd offer you the same, but... well, I'm better at healing magic than I am at practical medicine, and... well...

[He honestly doubts that that's something she'd be into. But even so, his apartment is open to her if she decides to explore such things. It wouldn't be right to not offer her the same care she's offering him.

(And, really, the offer still would stand if the injury wasn't brought on by a sexual (mis)adventure, but saying as much feels like a quick way to bring down the mood, so... he doesn't.)

Anyway. The collection.

And her comment does call to attention that, yes, they are absolutely missing lube from it. Finding that out back at either of their places would be unfortunate.]

...Yeah, we probably should.

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