[log] The Pit [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[sleight_of_fate]

Hey, my erotica is quality. I'm pretty sure I'm also the town's favorite porn star, thank you very much.

[Pride is a fragile thing. Especially since Rhys is looking a little ragged. Still in good shape, but ragged.]

I'll have to start making a list of words. But okay. Trembling. Though it was more than that.

And it screamed. I mean, that was the messed up part.

[notaquaman]

[Alright, so suddenly Rhys is more interesting than the prospect of a screaming flesh mound. He gives him a quick once over and purses his lips before gesturing vaguely to all of him.]

Stiff competition, is it? Being a rising sex symbol in this bustling metropolis of sin and debauchery? How does one break into that trade?

[sleight_of_fate]

Having a fantastic ass helps.

[And a tail. The tail is A+ for the kink crowd, okay?]

Also, having no shame whatsoever. We've all got cameras, all it takes is a little initiative. Just so long as you know everyone's a critic.

[notaquaman]

Well that's easy! I have no shame and a fantastic ass!

[No, actually, his ass is really flat. :( ]

So, wait, you're just saying you send dirty videos of yourself to others at the drop of a hat and let them critique your performance? That working out well for you?

[sleight_of_fate]

Well, I have a little more class than that.

I'll send videos to people who ask nicely.