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TDM 013: BARING IT ALL

00. Arrival

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. If you don’t manage to get away from them quickly enough, they may even usher you toward the Laid Bare Spa, where new arrivals will be offered free massages, a sauna, hairstyling, and their clothing may come up permanently missing. But you will be given a complimentary towel to leave with if needed!

Feel free to explore the Island, though there isn’t much to see beyond what arrivals before you have helped to rebuild. 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 place to live in the now, whether a rundown apartment in the City, a tent on the beach, a bed in the barracks, or your own space at the House of Worship. Your inventory will be found a day later, wrapped up haphazardly and delivered to each person's makeshift home.

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I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

Erku's new arrivals may be encouraged to seek out the Laid Bare Massage & Spa for some specialized attention and relaxation, but they and long-time inhabitants will also be offered a chance to earn credits.

Anyone interested in earning robot wages will be tasked with being the resident towel person! You’ll stand inside of the room while the patrons are receiving their massages, hot scrubs, or relaxing in one of the saunas holding towels for them should any be requested. Or you may be asked to help with the regular cleaning of the Spa, wiping down all of the tasteful nude statues to free them of the grime and filth (or… other things) that builds up over time. You might even be asked to help lovingly clean the murals of nude patrons (that is to say, fellow Islanders) all over the Spa.

But this is a job that requires a very specific uniform. Robots will provide you with your very own chiton or toga. The chitons happen to be very short, not covering nearly as much as they reveal, but the togas might be entirely too long. They brush or drag along the floor and what with being barely held together with the thinnest and most fanciful of ropes, who knows how often they might be untucked? Take care, please, or else the robots might pull you into being the next model for their latest mural portrait instead.

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II. GRIN AND BARE IT

Erku’s resident mental health professional, Dr. D. Love of Healthy Body, Healthy Mind Therapy Center, has taken a keen interest in ensuring that the relationships of you Islanders are progressing in a productive, healthy, and open-minded fashion. And to ensure this, he’s tasked his robot staff to pay close attention to anyone who looks like they are having trouble with relationships with other people on the Island. And after months of so few (none) clients, these robots are very motivated to seek out people in need of their therapeutic assistance!

Arguing with a friend? Telling someone to stay out of your life? Being a hermit who refuses to come out of your apartment? Accidentally bump into each other on the street? Make a joke at your friend’s expense? Playfully punch someone in the shoulder? Walk by someone you don’t know and not tell them hello?

Well clearly all of you need help in repairing whatever may be damaging your relationships! Before you know it, you’ve been bundled off by the robots right to Dr. D. Love’s office and sat down to talk it all out. The fact that you may not even know the other person the robots think you need to work your troubles out with doesn’t matter. Dr. D. Love is here to make sure everyone goes home happy and satisfied.

You may have to play along with this confusing farcical situation, even making up wrongs and slights you claim you have done to one another before finally coming together in reconciliation. The more you deny there is anything wrong, the more the good Doctor will insist you need even more help than they first thought. They might even have to send you into one of their Privacy Rooms and work out your frustrations with each other with their wide array of therapeutic sexual devices and supplies.

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III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

The trolley is making its rounds as usual with announcements echoing from the loudspeakers that it’s Bare It All Week at Six Flagellants Amusement Park and to kick it off there will be a grand concert at the Loudinus Outdoor Amphitheater that lasts all week long! Not sure what that means? Well, come to the concert and enjoy hours and hours of music played by robots who seem to have taken their songs right from the pop rock crazes of old. Whose old? Who knows.

The music may not be completely to your taste, but something about it may make you feel energized and overly dressed. You might even feel the need to strip down until you’re not wearing anything at all! But don’t worry, the robots performing on stage will give you new clothes to wear by throwing skimpy, sexy underwear and lingerie right at you! How did they know your size? Don’t ask questions, just give into the urge to put it on while you rock out until it’s time for the trolley to take everyone right to the gates of the amusement park!

Anyone dressed in less for this week will receive free entry, rides, and food and might even receive special prizes at various booths of sex toys, candies that act as an aphrodisiac (meant for sharing of course), stuffed animals, or even a free sex doll! Those are super hard to win from the ring toss, so you should really take advantage and enjoy all the perks of baring yourself for everyone’s viewing pleasure.

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N A V I G A T I O N

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Krem wasn't actually sure if he was supposed to be cleaning or restocking or what if that particular parlor, so when he stepped in was greeted with nude, pliant looking skin and long hair, he nearly made a noise and fled.

She'd already turned her head, and Krem was left standing there, flushed, doing what he could to pull his chiton both low over his crotch and high over his chest. It wasn't very good at covering either. It did, however, nearly match her hair.

"I...I--" He fumbled for the words to say, clearing his throat slightly like that might help.

Fortunately, she's comfortable enough that she's not going to close the distance between them, nor stop him if he chooses to flee, but she smiles when he doesn't, pedaling her feet lightly. Casually, like she isn't laying in all of her nude glory, elevated in the center of the room. Piled on the floor in the corner is a neat set of gold jewelry, and some silky sheer linens, suggesting that maybe she wasn't all that dressed when she got here in the first place.

"Is there something wrong, dear?" As casually as she's laying, her eyes are sharp as she looks at him from across the room. Not bad. Also not someone she recognizes from the island, although she'll be forgiven if she doesn't spend too much time watching his face rather than the generous expanse of everything else he has going on. And dressed in pink, just for her, "There's no need to be shy. You're working here today, aren't you?"

"I--y-yes, Ser," Krem said, nodding a little bit as he worked to compose himself. Clearly not cleaning in here, not right now, and that meant he should address the situation at hand.

He turned away from her lovely expanse of skin and, briefly, tidied the discarded pile of fabrics and jewelry, setting those aside on a small table. Then, he found some of the oils that were laid out for the purposes of the massage, picking one at random and hoping that this was the right thing to do.

"I'm sorry if my hands are a bit rough," he said, approaching her cautiously.

The man doesn't skitter out of the room, nor does he stay frozen in the doorway, which is progress that Aphrodite is pleased with. She settles comfortably on the massage table, hands curled under her head and her cheek pressed against the back of her hands. Laying facedown on the table means her breasts are pillowed under her, but she's no less volumputous. Every bit of her looks fit for squeezing.

"Mm, a working man then?" Rough hands are no problem. With lovers like Lord Ares and Fjord, she has an affinity for men in rougher lines of work, "What did you do before you came to the island, dear?"

There was an awkward moment where Krem wasn't entirely sure if he was supposed to put the oils on his hand or poor it directly onto the lovely, tanned expanse of her back. In the end, he settled on the back, drizzling the oil across her skin and trying not to think about it to hard as he gently put his hands on her.

"I'm a mercenary," he said. No past tense, because suddenly being somewhere he had no intention of being just implied that there might have been some magic or a rift or something else, it didn't change anything about him being a mercenary. "Have been for nearly a decade."

The oil is warmed and the sudden sensation of it drizzling onto her bare skin elicits a giggle and she squirms a little, settling when those rough hands replace where the oil was making her warm.

"Mm, there's a lot of those on this island. Mercenaries and warriors and fighters." Said simply, making conversation with him, her gaze soft on the wall across from her, and only occasionally turning to look at him, "I thought you seemed a little out of your element here. No offense intended, of course, dear, but I did not think those muscles came from a lifetime of massage work."

"No, you're right, ser," he agrees. Now that he's started, getting into the rhythm isn't too hard. He doesn't know exactly what he's doing but he can follow the lines and curves of her body and feel the places that are a little more tense than the surrounding flesh and muscle.

"I have to admit, I'm much more used to the cleaning duties they have me on. But I don't think I'm in much of a position to object to whatever tasks they put in my hands at the moment."

His focus was, at the moment, mostly on her shoulders and upper back. Venturing lower seemed to take a little too much liberty with a lovely woman he didn't even know the name of.

He might be inexperienced but it feels good enough to have hands on her. A glutton for affection and physical contact and, truth be told, she's been tense with the arrival of one of her lover's romantic interests from home. So this is just what the doctor ordered. She's not shy about the long, drawn out moan that slips out when he pays special attention to a particularly tense bit of her shoulders - indeed she's playing it up a little bit, because of course she is.

"Perhaps, but surely this is much more enjoyable than scrubbing some stones around the baths?" Turning her head with her cheek pressed against her forearm, she grins at him, "And when we're done, we can swap, hm? You must be tense after all of that hard work."

A goddess knows how to be attended to, but she's the last person to complain about getting to put her hands on a handsome man's body.

She looked up at him and for a moment, Krem's mind seemed to sputter like a candle in a breeze. It caught up again, brighter than before. He was thinking too rapidly now, too much, of not only his hands on her but of hers on him and that--that was a lot to offer and to ask.

He blushed, and cleared his throat vaguely. His hands migrated slowly down, thumbs intent along the column of her spine.

"Hardly my first hard day of work," he said. His voice was low, and maybe just a little suggestive, though there was no deliberate insinuation in the words themselves. "I might take to the baths later. I wouldn't want to put you out at all, ser."

The thumb on her back makes her skin tingle she watches him with sharp eyes, the shape of her breath changing just enough to draw attention. She licks her lips.

"It isn't trouble at all. And I'm quite good at helping people relax," One of her knees bends gently, a subtle spreading of thighs. Small enough to be dismissed as simple settling into a different position but absolutely not unintentional, "What is your name? As for myself, you may address me as Lady Aphrodite, if you wish."

Something in Krem's brain-pan shorted out as Aphrodite shifted, her breast gently compressed against the bench, her legs invitingly spread. That towel wasn't long enough to really conceal the movement, and if he looked at all, he was going to get an eyeful.

"Yes, my Lady," he squeaked, which was not an answer to her question at all. He realized that his hands had gone still and, with a jolt, he got back to what he was doing.

"Krem, my Lady. My--my name is Krem."

She can feel the flutter step in Krem's heartbeat and she has to bite her lip to keep from grinning too wide. She's incorrigible.

"Krem." His name is like honey on her tongue, and she draws it out purposefully, squirming pleasantly under the hands that were back to their task in earnest, "You're quite sweet when you're flustered. Am I too much for you darling?"

One shoulder leads as she sits up a little, the arm that she'd been resting her head on sliding down to cover her breasts. Just enough to be modest, but also pressing them together in a way that makes her cleavage look glorious, "If you're concerned for preserving my modesty, well, there's no need. I don't mind it if you look."

Some men here were (sweetly!) over concerned about the modesty of the women around them, so she just needs to get that out of the way before Krem ends up passed out on the floor.

His touch faltered again, this time because she was moving more than anything else. He didn't want a slip of the hand to go untoward. She posed in such a provocative way and his whole mouth felt dry and wet all at once. He was looking--he was definitely looking.

"No, it's not about your modesty, my Lady. Not just your modesty."

He swallowed, a little nervously, and found a small knot of courage in his chest, in his stomach, in his hands. He shifted his touch, slightly, now that she was sitting up until he could run his fingers slowly down her arm in an admirable way.

"Tell me how I can help you, my Lady," he said, "and I will do my best to do so."

She watches him with open interest. It's not unusual for her to render someone dumbstruck - she would be hard pressed to find very many people less shy about sex than she is - but there's something interesting about this one. Innocent but interested? Definitely curious, based on the bold brush of fingers down her arm.

There's a long beat that she decides what she does want. He was skilled with his hands even if she could feel his heart hammering in his chest with nervousness. Imagine how he'd be once he found confidence?

"You can start by looking at me." Said as she rolls fully on her back, both of her arms stretching out long above her head, exposing her breasts while the towel has fluttered, finally, down to the floor. All soft curves and pink nipples on full display for him.

She's hardly the first woman he'd seen naked. He had grown up as one, after all, and there were communal baths in Tevinter, after all; and besides that, there was no modesty to be had in the Chargers. But this wasn't just being naked with someone. There was a sensuousness to this, an unlocking that he had never quite experienced. For all that he had stolen a kiss or two, had purchased an hour of time of a working girl at a tavern before being unable to follow through on anything more than a hand on her thigh as she sat on his lap, listened and waited patiently as the people that visited the Iron Bull enjoyed themselves inside his tent, none of that was this.

He stood, and he looked at her. The gentle sheen of oil that had curled over her shoulders and just down that one arm. Her skin, which was rosy enough that it almost made him think of magnolia blossoms. She was lean and ample in equal measure, generous, lovely.

His gaze lingered on her breasts for a moment and then down her body to her stomach and--exhaling a nervous noise--between her legs. He lingered in looking a moment before he looked back up at her face, biting his lip slightly.

"Would you like me to keep touching you, my Lady?"

Slowly she tilts her head, her hair curling under her with the movement. She's enjoying the trail of his eyes over her, appreciative that he does not scurry away but embraces it. Maybe he is just the kind of man that needs a little extra instruction. Fortunate for him to have run into her when he first got to the island.

"I would." One of her hands trails over her stomach down to her thighs, "I have been quite tense recently, and I'm curious if your mouth is as talented as your lovely fingers."

Being eaten out would certainly help her relieve some of that tension, her fingers move between her thighs, making clear what she's wanting from him, "Have you ever done that, darling?"

As she moved her hand, his gaze followed along. This was already more than he had ever done before, more skin than he had seen, more boldness than he had experienced or been invited to partake in. He swallowed, a little nervous, before reaching his hands out to touch her ankles and run them slowly up her legs.

He bit his lip gently and shook his head. Eyes dark but intent as he looked, urgently, between her face and her busy fingers, his breath was starting to hurry. The short, revealing chiton was suddenly hardly enough. He could feel his chest too sensitive against the thin fabric, nipples perked, and thighs slick with arousal that is already visible beneath the hem of the short fabric.

He shook his head at her question. "No, my Lady. I've never..."

Her position on the bench made it hard to see the wet gathering between his legs, and to be honest, she was too keyed into his shy but eager reactions. She's slept with a few inexperienced people before and it was always enjoyable when they were ready and eager - she's not subtle but she likes her partners as enthralled as she is.

"Do you want to learn? Come here dear-" Sitting up, she scoots to the edge of the table, so her knees can bend over the sides, parted with a space between them in silent invitation for him to stand between them, "It's much better than folding towels all day. I promise you'll have a good time."

His breath hitched again as she moved, her legs spreading, her invitation even more clear. With that move, his hands were on her thighs now. He worked his thumbs into the soft warmth of her flesh for a moment, relishing the tenderness of her body, the curve, the generous litheness.

He nodded. It was better than folding towels and cleaning groat and helping others scrub statues. It was much better than that. He sank to his knees in front of the massage bench, looking up at her. It was the perfect height, like this, that his head was level with her groin.

His eyes were dark with desire. At least he was familiar with female pleasure--at least his own pleasure and how to achieve it. So he was fairly certain he could puzzle out the basics of hers, with that sweet voiced guidance she had.

"Good boy. You're so sweet." Her voice is soft and encouraging, eyes bright as she looks down at him. Fates but she doesn't ever get sick of the sight of a man between her legs. A hand pets light into his hair while the other strokes light over her inner thighs, making a line with her fingers that goes up from her knee to near where she meets in the middle. Already she's getting warm from the gentle teasing, a heady sense of power from being obeyed so enthusiastically.

"Start slow - surely you've kissed someone before, hm? Start with the thighs. Just a little taste."

He nodded again, taking the information on board as he leaned in. He brushed his mouth slowly up one leg, from her knee up her thigh, a slow exploration of her thigh. He skipped over her cunt for the moment, going to the other thigh and working down to the other knee.

Then he repeated. Back up from the knee to the top of her thigh, skipping back, and down the other leg.

Each time he came up, he lingered a little longer at the lovely, soft swell of her inner thighs. He lingered a little closer to the sweet, warm smell of her wetness until he had his palms against her knees and his mouth between her thighs, almost touching her, breath ghosting over her.

The warm brush of his mouth has a shiver go down her spine, just as much for the sensation of it as the knowledge he was ready and willing to trust her with this kind of power over him. Following her word like a faithful worshipper. She runs a hand through his hair appreciatively, soothing, letting him know that she likes it, grinning when he stops to linger over her heat.

"Go ahead." She whispers, voice husky in the quiet room, her free hand dips a finger between her lips, then over her labia, touching herself in all the places she wants him before brushing the same finger over his lip, letting him feel how wet she is, "Have a taste darling."

The invitation of her fingers was almost as lovely as the invitation of the folds themselves, a heady warmth and depth of smell and flavor that was new and unfamiliar. In all the times that he had touched himself, he had never tasted himself, and his explorations of others had never gotten quite this far.

He wrapped his lips around her fingers, sucking on them gently, drawing them in as he got closer to her until his nose brushed against her and her fingers were deep in his mouth. It was a filthy sort of display, one that had his cheeks flushed, some combination of arousal and greed.

It took a couple passes to carefully clean her fingers and then he eased off them to put his lips and tongue on the wet folds of her cunt instead. This was an inexpert thing, but with fidelity. He licked at her, kissed, explored the shape of her and how she was put together, listening for her pleasure and commands as he went.

She hums a long noise, appreciative, at the sight and feel of him licking and sucking over her fingers. One that turns into a low moan when Krem finally breaches the space between them to lick into her. It's curious and exploratory but it was no less arousing because of it.

"Mm, good boy." Idly, she cups and rubs at her own breasts, letting him take his time, feeling herself warm up from the slow exploration and she leans back a little in the seat, so she can open up more fully for him, legs spread wide on either side of his shoulders. Hand in his hair, she guides him lower, pulling him close. Trying, trying not to be impatient with him, but she can feel her veins warming, her body eager for more, "Your tongue now, mm, just give it a little push."

He took the praise and instruction with gusto, following her lead and going where she put him. It wasn't hard to understand what she wanted, feeling the way that her skin radiated heat and how she leaked against his tongue. He lapped and sucked at her at first, groaning softly at the taste and smell overwhelming him.

Gently, testingly, he brought a hand up and braised it on her inner thigh, high up near the junction of her legs, gripping just a little more tightly than he might have considered on a more frail-bodied woman. He pushed that leg just a touch wider as he slid his thumb against her lips and spread her open.

For a moment, he ducked back against the grip on his hair. He took a look at her. All pink, but flush down here, and slick. The sight was intensely inviting. He could only stay away for a moment before he was back, delving his tongue into her this time. It pressed his nose against the bud of her clitoris and he worked to rub that as well, a clumsy attempt for her pleasure.

00. Arrival

I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

II. GRIN AND BARE IT

III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

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