Most of the time it was the usual bad-boss stuff. Get this, fetch that, what do you mean you can't get insert-impossible-thing-here done immediately. But you know, most of us...we were picked for our looks as much as our connections and the age of adulthood was fourteen, so. I'm sure you get the general idea.
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Well...personally, I never went any further than what the Terrans call "second base." [she shrugs lightly] I'm picky.
Besides, I always found it easier to keep fetching drinks and apply a little charm and flattery. If the drink didn't get to them, the appeals to their egos would.
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[Hannibal's dark eyes flicked with amusement, and then a touch of sorrow that he added.] This place must have been a terrible shock to you, with all of the restrictions.
[His mouth twisted.]
Inflating egos is often the way to get what you want out of older people.
Re: backdated to Christmas Day 2019 (cw: underage implied)
[she sighs and looks down for a moment] It was. One minute, I was an adult, free to do as I pleased. The next? Back to being a kid again and not being taken seriously. I had to--had to go to locals the first few months. That was often. Unpleasant.
[hers, too, into a wry smile]
Mmm-hmm. Talk about how strong and powerful they are, follow it up with another glass of fifteen-year-old scotch, and they're eating out of the palm of your hand.
[It's a little thing and perhaps the timing it a bit suspect given the date. But he's trying hard to be proper and he recognizes that a gift at this date is the clearest signal he can give that he's able now to at least attempt to separate private and professional.
It's a beautiful antique picture frame, sized just so to fit Misha's portrait. There is no note. There is nothing but a single blue rose.]
I’m sorry. [She blurts it out, realizing how late it is.]
I can’t sleep. [She sighs low.]
I suppose this was my first time dealing with what this place does. I don’t think I’m handling it well. You can go back to sleep though. I can talk to you in the morning. Or when you’re free.
I’ve had secret aphrodisiacs put around me in some facet— at least twice now. I was at that mirror land, fighting nightmares and a submissive. I was very lucky I found a friend there or I know it could have been so much worse.
—and then what we had to do to come back. [She isn’t adverse to violence, but it wasn’t something she did because she enjoyed it.]
And then I have been trying to find places to work, find about more about this place, and I stumbled upon some magic tradition. I wasn’t in control of myself, and I did things I’m not entirely proud of. [And that she enjoyed. They also happened to be sexual.]
I’ve never not been a night person. You don’t always get to trust where you’re lying your head at night where I’m from— but it’s worse here.
So you are not feeling safe right now, from the loss of control. [Hannibal murmured, half to himself. He leaned back against the headboard, his dark gaze straight ahead.]
It sounds like you need a guide, and a safe group of people that you can go for intimate gestures.
Ah ... has anyone taken advantage of you, or was it simply the situation that you found yourself in? I myself, have ended up having compulsory sex with partners I had not considered before. However, consent is still important.
[Here, Hannibal's voice takes on a note of seriousness.]
They will not kill you, if you do not have sexual intercourse. You may be imprisoned -- they may try to brainwash you, but at no point will you be killed or harmed. I want you to remember that. Sexual intercourse is not how one survives here.
How you survive, is learn how to play their game ... and win. Sometimes, that requires cheating.
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