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[hedone]

WHO: solo & you
WHERE: bajikan: luxuria, gula, avaritia
WHEN: between march 9th and whenever the fleet leaves
WHAT: solo arrives on the eluvio, but soon makes his way down to the planet to explore.
WARNINGS: sex, drugs (in the form of alcohol) and rock'n'roll bespoke suits.


❝ luxuria ❞

[ the first thing solo notices when he enters this district is that the air is cloying and sweet, like the heavy perfume only some women can truly wear without it becoming overpowering. it's an interesting impression, especially combined with the sort of stores lining the streets, the things that they have on offer. some are rather more adventurous than anything solo has ever seen. some of it is intriguing, some of it strikes him as rather declasse, but all of it invites further investigation.

so he continues wandering the streets until he finds a five star restaurant overlooking the ocean, a beautifully designed place that offers food that has solo making appreciative noises all through the meal—though near the end of it, he finds that his hunger is nowhere near sated, that what started as a low sort of interest has changed into full-blown need. his fingers itch to touch someone, to run over sensuous curves or even hard muscle. he wants to taste sweat and skin.

loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first button of his suit doesn't quite help, but solo will admit this much: it's a welcome change from confusion and an even more welcome change from what he'd felt before finding himself on board of the eluvio. he hasn't quite written off the possibility yet that he did actually die in that electric chair and only hallucinated illya rescuing him, but if the afterlife feels like this?

solo has no complaints—but he does have a metaphorical itch to scratch, and when he spots another person on their own in the restaurant, he crosses the distance and slides into the chair opposite them, legs spread just a little wider than normal to make room for the result of his growing hunger between them. ] Hello. [ he smiles, a slow and intimate affair. ] What do you say we split dessert?

❝ gula ❞

[ the first bar that solo had wandered into had turned out to be less of a bar and more of a club in which they'd played loud music that solo will one day learn is called "techno". he had been quite curious to see individuals with their shirts off and luminous paint on their bodies, but the music hadn't been to his liking and the drinks menu had left quite a lot to be desired, so he'd grown more discerning in his approach.

what he settles on in the end is a bar that is all but hidden away behind a narrow door in a brick wall with little indication of the dimly lit speakeasy that lies beyond it. the waiters all wear waistcoats, a singer croons in the background, accompanied only by a piano and a bass, and the list of whiskeys is truly extensive.

solo settles in for the night, and it isn't until his third whiskey that he decides he could stand for a little company in his drinking. so once he finishes it, he abandons his table to slide into an empty spot at the bar, turning a charming smile to the person next to him. ] Is there anything you'd recommend here?

❝ avaritia ❞

[ solo cannot understate his delight when he'd found that consuming a flower would give him a decent disposable income. of course, he would be happy to supplement it by stealing some of the jewellery on display or by trying his luck in one of the many casinos, but he hasn't had the time to get a feel for this place yet beyond that instinctive first impression, and so he decides to play it safe for now. after all, he is somewhere entirely unknown, with no allies—and no leash. it's freeing and it's only a little worrisome to think that he has been transported to a time and place where not only is transporting people from other times and places a possibility, but where space travel exists and whole planets, it seems, have been turned into tourist attractions.

not that he is complaining, mind.

he has, in fact, found a delightful store that makes bespoke suits for a really very decent price, and seeing how he'd only arrived with one suit and one missing its jacket at that, he is more than happy to leave his money in said store. (he refuses to think of how he lost his jacket or of what transpired just before he'd arrived here. it's of no consequence now, is it?)

there is only one issue: for the third suit he's ordered, he can't settle on a print. and so he sticks his head out of the store and calls to a passerby: ] Excuse me. Would you mind terribly giving me a bit of advice?

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[hedone]

[ the agreement in her expression sparks some hope that perhaps, his approach hadn't been entirely in vain, after all. he doesn't mind the amusement, either. that's a close relative of fondness, isn't it, and it's just a short step from fondness to wild sexual pleasure.

or so he hopes. ]

Ah, but what if you didn't have to? I'd be quite happy, you see, to offer myself as the solution to whatever frustration you might be feeling.

[fiercestwarrior]

[ That step is actually quite long when it comes to Sif, but there is a certain entertainment value to this situation that it has been a long time since she got to enjoy. Flirtation is hardly something she gets many opportunities to engage in, if something so blunt as this can be called that. ]

And what reason beyond that which I can see with my own eyes...

[ With a raised eyebrow she lets her gaze flick down briefly between Solo's legs, ]

Can you give me why I should consider you for this task rather than someone else?

[hedone]

[ ah, well. solo isn't sure whether he should appreciate the challenge or prefer something easier, but he is invested now. especially when her gaze drops. his cock isn't quite straining against the material of his suit trousers yet, but it's a close thing and he shifts a little, not quite putting himself on display but something to that effect.

is she pointing out only that he'd enjoy it, or does she mean to say that she thinks he's pretty? either way: ]

I've been told I have a very talented tongue.