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TDM 009: I'M IN LIKE WITH YOU

00. Arrival

This time, you come out of the water, the Nameless Island's own inherent energy drawing people in. It's like being suspended between realities and abruptly pushed from behind through a rift in dimensions. It may make you sick, or that might be the motion of the ocean, lifting you to the surface and carrying you to shore.

Waterlogged and covered in sand, new arrivals will be greeted by robots who welcome them with towels and bracelet devices. The A5 card is already loaded up. Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see. Most of the buildings are abandoned and in dire need of repair, and beyond the city lingers a thick fog that obscures much of the wilderness from view. Wander too far into this fog, and you will find yourself mysteriously looping back to where you began, your memories of what you were doing and how you got there erased.

With that in mind, it may be wise to stake your claim on a rundown apartment, a tent on the beach, or a bed in the “comfortable” new barracks. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. STARGAZER

On the first night that new arrivals wash ashore, the moon rises. It's full and beautiful and surrounded by stars.

The robots quickly bring old, dusty telescopes out of storage and line them up on the beach to help people get a truly spectacular view.

"Look to the heavens! Behold, the chicken, the cat, the owl, the donkey!"

It's... the cock, the pussy, the hooters, and the ass. For the rest of the night, characters will become fixated on the specific asset associated with the constellation they've gotten an eyeful of.

Whether this leads to some body worship or just casual appreciation is up to you.

You can learn about the stars and constellations later this month in some of the rare, non-pornographic books in the library. (More info will go up soon, so please be patient!)

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II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

An ancient courting ritual has been announced! It involves the give-and-take of candy hearts with slogans printed on them. Of course, since these hearts are being manufactured by robots, their sense of taste is a little... off? Or perhaps off-putting?

"You'll do."
"5/10."
"Acceptable."
"Sloppy Seconds."

Receiving a negative heart makes one feel insecure, jealous, and submissive.

"Be mine."
"Nicest ass."
"Swell bulge."
"They're good lays, Bront."

Receiving a positive heart will make one feel confident, boastful, and dominant.

Your friendly neighborhood 'bots will give them out to anyone who asks - and maybe even those who don't.
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III. Eat Or Dare

The robots have set up a stall by the beach with a banner that reads: Eat Or Dare. They have procured bigger candy hearts than ever before -- fist-sized and larger -- with actions written on them instead of derogatory slogans.

"Take a dive."
"Lick me."
"Get handsy."

The name of the game is to follow the instructions or forfeit the challenge by making the evidence disappear into your mouth. Delicious!

Those who eat the candy hearts will feel themselves getting giddy and unreasonably invested in the love affairs of others. They will feel compelled to play matchmaker to spread the cheer.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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essek's comment, though with it's tone implying more of a tease than anything else, makes vax grin widely. his arms loop back around essek's waist, pulling him close again. he moves like he's going to kiss him, but he doesn't, hesitating just before lips meet.

"i'm both, essek thelyss. but we can talk about my satisfaction after you satisfy me."

it's a dare, teasing on the tip of his tongue in the same way essek pulls and pushes at vax'ildan's short temper. there's fire in his heart, flaring in his blood and making his skin feel hot in each place essek touches. that violet gaze feels almost cold, but maybe it's that coldness that he needs. maybe it's vax that'll bring the heat and balance out that ice king.

"and i know you'll satisfy me."

As Vax pulls him back in again, Essek resists winding his arms back around him, a teasing smirk of his own on his lips. The push and pull of the past few moments especially have become particularly enjoyable as he begins to work out the different places to press, either with fingers or with words. Vax is impatient and impetuous, open with his desires, and it's far too easy for Essek to find little ways to first unravel, then reel him in.

But curse him if he isn't terribly, almost irresistibly attractive. It'd be one thing if the physical attraction is all there is, easier to manage and easier to slip into base pleasure. Yet it's those first few minutes that have already started to wind them together; the honest and curious touches, the genuine awe at magic and vestige, the distant familiarity.

Despite their seeming coolness, Essek's gaze is sharp with reciprocal want. He lets Vax hold him captive, staring into those eyes for a long, silent moment just to tease him again.

Then, just before he can sense him starting to move again, dark hands reach for dark hair, fingertips brushing past sensitive ears to curl firmly at the back of his head. Essek pulls Vax'ildan in for a kiss, hard and controlling, holding him steady for as long as he pleases before allowing for the slightest of separation between them. Lips brush lips as he murmurs, low and intimate and, perhaps, a little dangerous.

"Oh, my lovely bird, there was never any doubt."

the grip is unexpected, and it pulls a sharp gasp of air from vax'ildan. he tenses under the grip, fighting back the instinct to kick and push back. his self-defense over the years has gotten much better, but in the momentary panic felt when he's gripped by his hair, he reaches for his belt, just to find it mundane, without his daggers.

good thing, too, because then there's a forceful kiss, controlling, and vax has to moan into his mouth. he doesn't go soft for much, but one of the things he does go soft for is when someone takes hold. his reins are difficult to keep in his hands, so when someone else takes them? it's euphoric. vax hasn't let anyone take him quite like this, though, with tension and with an uncertain dynamic. shaun had all of his trust, and he took control with keyleth. he doesn't trust essek, but he certainly wants to hand over his control.

so he does. he's tired of second guessing things and losing people, so fuck it. vax melts, just a little, under that harsh grip, relinquishing what control he held to the man that wants to take it from him. it's yours, essek, take it.

"then do it," he pushes back, that confident, smug expression giving way only to let vax snap at essek's lower lip. he catches it in his mouth and sucks hard, dragging it through his teeth. if essek wants a partner that bites, vax can bite.

That moment of resistance is a kick of adrenaline to his already rushing pulse. While Essek can only begin to guess at Vax's true abilities, one doesn't become Champion of any god without having formidable ones. It's dangerous, allowing himself this close to someone who might easily be able to overpower him, at least physically. It's a risk, one a little more foolhardy than usual, to start this sort of a contest.

But then he wins.

Feeling Vax relinquish beneath his hands sparks the satisfaction of a small triumph. It's not a complete submission, but that just makes him all the more interesting, a fact Vax seems to punctuate with the cheeky bite to his lip. Essek tightens his grip in raven hair, the noise at the back of his throat somewhere between a growl and a groan. Eventually he frees his lip, half pulling Vax away. A thumb finds the cusp of an ear, traces it, a surprisingly softer touch.

"In time. First we will leave this beach and find some place more comfortable. Unless..." Hands in Vax's hair coax his head back, tilting his chin upward to expose the soft skin of his throat. Essek noses in, teeth scraping ever so lightly over the puse. "You'd rather I take you right here in the sand."

that strong grip should alight some nervousness in vax'ildan, and for a moment, it does. the fight-or-flight kicks in and vax has to exhale through his nose to keep himself from pushing back against it. old habits die hard, and it's difficult to let it lie. he's about to push him back, to try and gain more control and take his hair too, see how he likes it, but then...

there's a soft brush to his ear, gentle even, and vax deflates again. essek is masterful with this, the perfect balance of soft and rough to rile vax'ildan in his arms. the feathers of his cloak seem to puff, to swell and ruffle, while vax lets his eyes flutter closed. his head tilts back at essek's request, his neck exposes, and the soft oh-- that escapes should be embarrassing.

"as much as i would love for you claim me where everyone can see," he murmurs to the sky, "i think we should be somewhere a little more private."

"Wonderful." The hint of teeth becomes the press of lips instead, hands likewise gentling their grasp to better brush thumbs at the edges of Vax'ildan's ears. Essek guides him back down to him for a much softer kiss this time, arching close for another brief moment before pulling away just enough to assess him once more. Vax had already promised to take him flying high above the island, surely he wouldn't make such an offer if he were unable to actually follow through.

After a moment of consideration, he reaches to touch the feathers with curious fingertips, watching Vax for a reaction. They're part of the vestige, which although can clearly react to Vax's thoughts and emotions, seems unlikely that it might be sensitive to external stimulation. It's worth experimenting, he thinks.

"Let us put these wings of yours to good use, shall we? I have a place in mind."

the harsh touches give way into something a little softer, and vax relaxes, that boiling sensation in his blood calming into a low simmer. his pants feel a little uncomfortable, but he's going to ignore the rushing blood and instead keep essek tight in his grasp.

he doesn't move when essek touches the feathers, but his eyes track the hand, observing, making sure he doesn't try anything too untoward. he just strokes, though, and vax's eyes flicker back to those violet ones. he wants to fly? the thought makes vax crack a smirk, and he chuckles a little, pulling essek closer.

"tell me where to go, shadowhand."

vax mutters his elvish word and the wings erupt again in a flutter of feathers, blooming from the mantle. a few beats of his wings later and vax begins to levitate, hovering over the sand with his hands around essek's waist. "i can't promise a romantic flight, but i'll get us wherever you want to go."

There's still suspicion in his eyes. Good, Essek thinks; it means he isn't a total fool.

With a thought the same magic he'd cast over Vax is applied to himself, halving his total weight to aid their flight. Essek loops his arms around Vax's neck, careful of his hair, and feels no fear as they're lifted into the sky.

He directs them to a small square near the outskirts of the city. A few somewhat empty buildings scattered about. Essek recognizes the same one that he'd been brought to for his first rendezvous in the city, one with conveniently empty rooms for spontaneous trysts. There's not much in them: an adequate bed, towels, and various lovemaking supplies. But it's more comfortable than a shack on the beach, and it's away from the busy Neinhaus.

As they land, Essek slides his palm against Vax'ildan's, fingers twining to pull him along inside. He selects a different room from the one than before, but it still looks pretty much the same as any other. Once inside, he tugs the half elf close once more, nuzzling in under his chin to find a sensitive piece of skin with his teeth.

"Now...where were we?"

vax's flight doesn't take long. he hasn't used this cloak in a long time, but it feels like an old friend, a warm comfort of being home. essek fits perfectly in his embrace, making their journey even easier. one arm cradles his shoulders, the other under his knees, and when they arrive, vax'ildan takes great care to set him gently on the ground. he uses his dexterous hands to treat him with grace, the same grace that he deserves and is likely very used to.

soft hands tangle with his callused, and vax's eyes are drawn to essek's, then down to their clasped fingers. ... oh. alright. this is nice. a hint of a comfortable smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it's short lived as essek leads him inside the more private quarters. these are nice, but the observation is also cut short by sharp teeth dragging along his neck.

vax moans, and this time, he doesn't try to hold it back.

"you were about to touch my skin anywhere you could reach, weren't you?"

That moan prompts a smile, hidden and sharp against the side of Vax's throat. The challenge of wit does not go unappreciated, only making him more determined to unravel this beautiful, intriguing creature he'd come across on the beach. He can sense that there is so much more than skin to be uncovered beneath that magical cloak, secrets and history and desires, all waiting to be revealed.

Pressed close again, but without the presence of the sea air, Vax'ildan smells of feathers and leather and something earthier Essek can't quite place. Dark hands slip beneath the dark cloak and settle on his hips, holding him in place while teeth find the lobe of one ear.

"Mm, I would...if there was more skin to touch. As it is, you are still mostly feathers, lovely bird."

vax sways on the spot as essek makes his mark against his neck, his hands wandering, vax feeling so open and so vulnerable. normally a red flag, this feels nice, it feels therapeutic. it feels like he can lose himself in essek for a while.

so that’s the choice he makes, to relax into his touch. he hopes for that same edge of aggression, that same push to his pull. vax lifts his hands to loose the clasp on his vestige, allowing it to drop to the ground to reveal broad shoulders, well-defined back muscles underneath a black tunic that’s quickly shed. a wave of cool air hits him, but that doesn’t stop vax from surging forward, catching essek’s lip between his teeth for a second time.

“and now you’re overdressed. lay down.”

There's a soft huff of amusement when Vax drops the vestige unceremoniously to the floor, as though it were any piece of cheap cloth and not a powerful magical item belonging to a goddess' champion. Thankfully Essek likewise doesn't have to wait long until there's so much more revealed, violet eyes dark with interest and smoldering arousal sweeping hungrily over those shoulders, the alluring lines of softly defined muscles of his arms and chest. Suddenly the desire to taste every inch of lovely olive skin is almost painfully strong.

So it's just as well that Vax grabs for him again. Essek grabs back, hands sliding against the strength of his chest, sliding upwards to cradle behind pointed ears and tangle in dark hair as he presses into the biting kiss. The hold is decidedly less forceful this time, less about dominance and more about hunger. As he drags his hip away from Vax's teeth, Essek sets his own nipping at his jaw, hands sliding down to smooth over lovely shoulders.

And lower, trailing lightly down until he's tugging at the lacings of Vax'ildan's trousers, and he counters with a command of his own.

"Off."

vax'ildan hesitates.

this is where the dynamic could change if vax were to let it. he could obey, he could do as essek asks. or he could challenge him again, push back and see how far essek is willing to let vax push him. if he had to wager a guess, it would likely be not very far, but vax wants to see it happen. maybe... not tonight, though. if he performs well tonight, essek might want to see him again, and there'll be other times to push back against this hard shove.

so vax relents, and his face relaxes, that hardened brow softening into one of just a little bit of want. he'll allow himself this. he'll open himself up to this.

so, staying in essek's space and without breaking that softer eye contact, vax pulls the laces looser and drops them to the floor. he steps from his clothes and even closer to the drow, resting thin hands on the hem of his tunic. it's a silent request to remove it, to even the playing field, but he doesn't dare ask. if this is what essek wants, someone to submit to him and take orders, that's what he'll be.

"what next."

Edited (i know what character i play) 2021-02-04 16:32 (UTC)

The shift to complete obedience, when it happens, isn't at all what he'd wanted, Essek realizes. Such docility is unappealing, even if he'd had intentions to retain most of the control here, the pushback until now had still been enjoyable. Vax's eagerness to reach out and explore is one thing that had gotten them to this point in the first place. It's still there, in the way that he comes forward and touches him once more, but subdued.

There's plenty of time to correct his mistake.

"Now, you may," he says, indicating the removal of his clothing. Essek guides Vax'ildan to divest him of all of it, clearly not at all shy about nakedness. He allows Vax as close as he dares, the warmth radiating from his body nearly more seductive than the sight of bare skin. Essek gives in to his desire to smooth his palms appreciatively over it, slides them around to feel the strength of his back in something like an embrace and eliminating whatever remaining distance is between them to press into that heat.

Lips trail almost tenderly over Vax's shoulders, his collarbone, his throat. How beautiful he is, lithe elven grace tempered appealingly with the robustness of human features in all the right places. Immediate attraction is a rare thing for Essek, but there's something about Vax that draws him almost in almost irresistibly.

vax'ildan notices the shift as soon as he makes his choice, and he realizes he's chosen poorly. that urge to push back should have been nurtured, or essek wouldn't be as subdued as his now, as soft. not that being soft is a bad thing, but...

he has time to get it back.

essek issues a distinct command and vax follows it, all the while maintaining eye contact. it grows hard again for a second time, this time staring through violet eyes in what feels like a challenge, a dare for essek to push at him again.

when the drow is exposed entirely, vax uses strong hands at the small of his back to pull him in closer, allowing skin to finally meet. the amenities for their rendezvous are looking more and more appealing the longer vax touches him, and he remembers too late that he had told essek to lay down. he hadn't.

"essek," he breathes, though through his breathlessness is determination, "bed. now."

Essek smiles at the little gasping demand, presses nails against Vax's lovely skin and draws red lines in their wake. So it hasn't completely left him. Good.

But drawn this close, it's difficult to comply if it means moving away. His hands slide down even lower, following the sloping lines of his back until they come to the gentle swell of his ass. Essek presses nails there again, grinning into a sharp nip to Vax's soft throat, and begins to step backward, bringing Vax with him.

"As you wish."

But his movements are unhurried, feet shifting over the carpeting that could be softer, never leaving more than a few inches between them and well within the radius of Vax'ildan's warmth. When he finds the edge of the bed, Essek pauses, deliberately resisting completing the command to see what Vax's next move will be.

there's warm hands on vax's ass, and it pulls a slow moan from his chest. it's the first real taste of intimacy he's had in a long time. the effect it has on him is nearly instantaneous, blood rushing south to thicken out his cock further still. the deep kisses had already warmed his body, but this tease is something else. it's good.

he moves with essek, helping him reach the edge of the bed. the half-elf never even notices when essek stops, instead choosing to continue their momentum forward and gently push him back onto the bed. vax crawls after him, throwing his hair over one shoulder in preparation for kissing all over essek's chest and collarbone.

wandering hands find their prize in essek's thighs, which he pulls apart and settles himself right between as though he's meant to be there. lust clouds his thoughts already, and it's the same lust that spurs his hands down, further, to essek's ass. his push might have been gentle, but the dragging of teeth and the harsh squeeze of hands on his ass is anything but. hungry, vax lowers, lowers, kissing down essek's abdomen to his hips. it's here that he finally comes to pause.

he looks up at essek, but remains silent, waiting. anticipating.

That eager pliability is so delightfully sensuous. The elegant toss of dark hair exposes the alluring line of his body that draws Essek's eyes from ear to neck to shoulder. It disappears from view as Vax descends on him, raising soft hums and shivers as lips move over sensitive skin. Essek sinks his fingers into the raven strands again, stroking it back from his ears and scraping nails appreciatively against Vax's scalp. It's charming, the way he wastes no time in fitting himself precisely where he wants to be, nearly as though they've already done this dozens of times.

He's already well on his way to full hardness as Vax'ildan journeys southward. The sting of nails and teeth makes him gasp, groans turning into pleased, approving chuckles low at the back of his throat as his hands wind more in dark hair.

And for that look seeking permission to continue, Essek meets it with one of dark, sharp heat as he trails fingertips over the tip of the exposed ear, down the edge to that lovely jaw, and finally over eager lips, which he parts with his thumb.

"Go on, then."

each time essek swipes over his ear, it feels better and better. the first time had been a surprise, the second had been comfortable, the third had felt nice, and now it feels erotic. it feels familiar, like essek telling him he's here, he's watching. it's reassuring.

so vax continues his trek south. exploratory lips venture further south still, open mouthed, hot and wet. he drags hungry kisses along essek's hips, around the hard cock that rests on his stomach, not wanting to touch it just yet. the moment will come, but for now, he's going to take in every new sensation. the smell and the taste of warm skin underneath his lips is wonderful, musky and new, all as he moves lower still, just to the side of the root of his cock. he presses an affectionate kiss to the skin there, then starts kissing back up, slowly, tenderly, and with the slightest hints of tongue. this time, it's up his underside, coming to rest at the tip.

he pauses to move his hair from his face a second time, then he's dipping back down again, and this time, it's with a flat tongue to apply pressure. from base to tip he moves again, eyes fluttering closed to focus on his task.

It's a gesture he both is and isn't aware of the thought behind it. Vax has pleasingly shaped ears, ones that Essek finds he can't help but enjoy touching, appreciating of their shared elven heritage. A touch there has the wonderful versatility of being both comforting and erotic, depending on the context. Beyond that, he doesn't spend too much time examining his reasons.

Not especially when soft lips finally find their way to his heated arousal. Soft hums and exhales quickly suffuse to a full groan of open pleasure at the press of Vax'ildan's tongue. Essek's back arches softly, fingers and toes curling. In the brief pause after he slides fingertips in at the crown of his scalp, gathering dark hair away from that beautiful face and into one hand, secured at the back of his head. That should make things much easier.

"Good," he murmurs heatedly, voice breathy with want. His other hand finds a place on Vax's arm to settle, thumb stroking idly over the skin. "Keep going."

essek is touching him and he shivers under the feeling. hands on his skin is a favorite sensation. he gathers his hair, he holds it behind his head, and for a moment, vax'ildan feels dirty, in the best way. he feels exposed like this, with his head nestled so comfortably between the legs of a drow he'd just met. still, there's no denying magnetic attraction.

that same attraction is amplified when essek murmurs a word of praise through heated breath, and it shoots straight between vax's legs to his cock. he's moaning against his skin now, brow furrowing slightly while his hips adjust against the bed.

he hasn't been praised in so long. the one word, good, makes his whole body feel like it's on fire. he grinds down, just a little, into the sheets below, for any kind of friction. while he's feeling this lustful want, he's overcome with the urge to take essek in deeper, and so he does. soft lips part and he takes essek's tip in his mouth, one hand holding his cock still while the other grips at one thigh like he might disappear if he doesn't hold on.

he tastes so new, so different, but that smell of sex and the way those hands tangle in his hair is the same. erotic and sexy, vax laps his tongue at his underside before dipping further, further.

Edited 2021-02-05 05:11 (UTC)

Even aroused, all of his attention is focused on Vax now; it's impossible to miss the reaction to that word. There's been other evidence thus far, too, the way he could nearly change Vax's mood around with a single compliment, the way he basked in the open admiration of his abilities. Either he's starved for praise, or just enjoys all of his appealing qualities acknowledged to an immense degree. Or perhaps both, really.

Either way, it's a further window into him.

If he'd planned to hold back his appreciation, Essek no longer does so. Those lovely lips slide over him again, and he exhales, chest dipping, abdomen tightening. He can't help pressing his hips up into that grip, seeking some friction. That sweet tongue earns a moan and a scrape of nails to his scalp, encouraging more.

"Mmn-...such a lovely mouth you have...'

vax nearly whines at the praise from essek. the drow makes him feel so weak, and while vax is usually quick to shrug off praise or compliments of any kind, he's inclined to believe essek. that alone makes him unique, gives him a certain quality that he can't quite place. it's unnerving, when vax'ildan isn't taking his cock in his mouth.

it's the encouragement that drives him onward, spurring him forward to take essek down further still. he's set a steady pace now, bobbing and bouncing his mouth up and down his shaft while his tongue works a steady pressure against his tip. he sucks softly on each upstroke, coupling it with a gentle squeeze of his fingertips around the base.

after a while of this, vax pulls off abruptly, gasping for a moment to fill his lungs with the air he's been depriving them of. his lips are red and swollen, shiny with spit, and his eyes are blown while he gazes up at essek for more. he's hooked on his every word, and each bit of praise just spurs him on further, encourages him to perform better and better.

with his breath regained, vax dives back down, taking essek into his mouth for a second time. loose strands of hair that didn't make it into essek's hand are brushed out of the way, while vax's free hand presses flat to his hip. hand and mouth work in tandem, stroking essek up and down with a newfound determination.

It hadn't at all been idle praise - Vax continues to prove just how lovely that mouth is. Those elegant fingers wrapped around the base of his cock applying gentle, rhythmic pressure are an almost unfair addition to the wonderful wet heat, the stroking of his tongue. Essek rewards him with soft, breathy noises of approval, a stray good or yes and a tightening of fingers in dark hair.

And then he looks up, clearly eager for more. Essek swipes his thumb over that slick lip, wishes he could kiss it, and praises him again with a voice roughened with pleasure.

"Very good."

This second round, now, he's louder, spiraling closer and closer to the edge, hips rolling upward but held down by a firm hand. His heart beats furiously with arousal, precum beading from the head only to be swiped away instantly by the soft, clever flick of Vax's tongue. Essek's hand in the half-elf's tightens and tugs a warning, eyelashes fluttering.

"I'm close-"

vax'ildan takes the praise and swallows around essek's cock, humming in approval around his skin. the gentle reassurance of good and yes has him grinding his hips down into the mattress, rocking against the sheets for any kind of friction that he can find. he's painfully hard and he hasn't touched his cock, but he won't until he's finished off the elf underneath him.

the hand working his shaft doesn't let up, and his mouth drops further still on that damned cock between his lips. he's taken essek as far back as he can, then decides to set a pace, bobbing his head without letting up his pressure. his tongue sticks, hard, to the underside, while deft, dexterous fingers work at the base, occasionally lifting his balls into his palm to gently toy with them. eager to please, brown eyes glance up the drow's body to his face. that's when he's given his warning.

so vax pulls back almost entirely, leaving his lips wrapped around essek's tip. his tongue continues the pressure at his underside, and he starts jerking him off as quickly as he can. in no uncertain terms, he wants essek to come in his mouth. it's a good prize, and it's one vax feels as though he's earned.

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I. STARGAZER

II. STIMULATING CONVERSATION

III. Eat Or Dare

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