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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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"Yes," he managed to groan against her, a brief moment of noise between swipes of tongue, between breaths and pressed lips. He worked in closer to the table, desperate and eager for her pleasure, for her taste.

He worked his thumb a little faster, rotating his hand a little bit so that he could change the angle that he pressed up and into her. He couldn't get as deep as he might with his fingers, but he knew from his own experience that he didn't need to get deep to get to that sweet spot inside her.

He pulled back, slightly, to tease his tongue on the very tip of her clit, looking up at her. "I want to taste you, my Lady. I want to feel you. More than anything."

Any shortcomings when it came to depth or even girth, he made up for in earnest. She'd been happy to be generous with her moans and noises while he serviced her - both out of encouragement and because she genuinely enjoyed herself - but as the angle of his thumb shifts so too do her noises. Moans shift to gasps and shuddered breaths, and the angle of her elbow goes soft. She has to lay back again, eyes fluttered shut. Just a little more, just a little-

Her hand fisting in his hair, dragging him closer, is the warning he gets before she comes. It's a gentle peak from one high of pleasure to the next, but her next breath punches out in a shuddered noise, her stomach pulled taut as a tremor rolls through her body. She can feel her cunt squeeze tight around his persistent digit, wet and hot and dripping in the humid air of the spa.

The building, cresting pleasure was wonderful. He could feel it coming, that moment, the way that her body quaked and quivered and started to squeeze and get even more slick against his tongue.

When she came, he persisted for a moment. Her hand in his hair kept him where he was. He fucked her through it with his thumb, until the clench and quiver of her body began to ease.

Fingers loosen then fist tighter in his hair as he keeps going, her voice going a little ragged near the end of it and she shudders, lips parted and toes curling.

Eventually, though, he lets up and she catches her breath, sitting up slowly with her head coming up last, lulled back then rolled forward languidly. It may not have been a typical massage but she was certainly relaxed.

“Good.” She hums, warm and endearing, her fingers stroke from his hair down to his cheek, bidding him to look up so she can lean down and swipe her tongue over his lips, tasting herself on him, “That was wonderful.”

Krem gasped a little into the kiss, but he certainly didn't stop her. He was vibrating with anticipation, with desire, but he didn't dare demand or even ask anything of her. He didn't think he was meant to do all this, helping out around the spa.

"Happy to be of assistance," he said, a sigh of words against the kiss. He eased his hand back down his thigh, smoothing the chiton down and back into place for when he was eventually permitted to stand.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Lady Aphrodite?"

She lingers there, leaning over him and letting her lips and tongue trace over his mouth, content in the after glow of her orgasm, but also contemplative. What else indeed. "You can stand up."

Hands urge him to do so, then, boldly grope fingers over his thighs, up the skirts of his chiton. The way she was seated, when he was on his feet, gave her the perfect height to lean in and run her cheek against his lower stomach, through the fabric, her eyes flickering up to watch him. Her position obviously perfect to give any man ideas and teasing fingers slip up his skirts, curious if he'll permit her this.

Krem stood. He wasn't very tall, but tall enough beside the bed, and especially when she sprawled neatly and leaned into him. He shivered and tried not to nervously squirm, especially as she started to touch up his thighs, up under the edge of the chiton.

There was no protest, and there was nothing to say, because she had already seen him touching himself. He knew. He wanted to say that she didn't need to, but she already was.

Between his thighs was slick and wet, just as she had been, and he whimpered softly in anticipatory excitement. He fisted both hands into the bottom of the chiton and lifted it, showing himself off.

She can tell the anxious anticipation in his body - maybe people have not touched him like this very often. Or perhaps his world is unbending to the form of his body but as the literal goddess of love, there's nothing but eager excitement to the soft kisses that she presses on the curve of his lip, leaving light pink marks from her lipstick in the places where her lips have been.

Her hands run up and over his backside, kneading gently, and the soft look in her eyes goes sharper, more playful when she leans in to swipe a long stripe of her tongue up his center, biting her lip at she looks up at him.

"Has anyone kissed you like this before, dear...?" And before he can respond she's demonstrating. The hands on him pull him forward, so that he's leaning lightly into the pressure of her mouth as she parts her lips to leave a wet, open mouthed kiss between his legs, tongue pushing past his folds.

"N--aah."

His denial that anyone had done something like this to him before got all swallowed up in a pleasure exhale. His thighs shook slightly, but he stood strong, letting her pull him in close. He put a knee on the edge of the bed so that he was open and exposed to her, panting softly.

"No one's ever," he started, and blushed feverishly. Was it worth saying? Did it matter?

He grabbed her hair gently, not wanting to insist on her attention but unable to restrain himself from holding onto her when she was kissing and licking at him so indulgently and intimately.

"Good," It's the only thing she says and it's a toss up whether she means that it's good that she's the first to do it, or good the way he's leaning into it. Likely both and she hums a pleased noise when he crawls up with one knee onto the bed. Pink lips curl and open up against his cunt and she uses her fingers to spread him out, licking a long stripe up to his clit where she swirls it around.

She stays like that a few minutes more before the way she's bending is getting a little uncomfortable and she pulls back, licking the wet off of her lips and her hand bumps against his as she pushes her hair back from her face.

"Lay down." Gesturing to the spot where she was laying, she starts moving to get up off of the bed, switch their places, "I don't want your knees to give out on you, or anything."

There was a breath of protest, a consideration that he shouldn't, he was supposed to be working, any number of things--but he didn't say any of that in the face of her certainty and the way that she swept her hair back and moved so fluidly.

Instead, he sat on the edge of the massage bed, and then he laid out on it. On his side at first, hiking the pink chiton up around his waist. And then slowly twisting onto his back in a languid sprawl with his legs off either side of the bed.

It was a bold invitation, being spread so wide. His cheeks were so hot he was almost dizzy. Still, he was excited to have someone look at him like this, to want to look at him like this, even if it wasn't at all how he had expected this might go the first time this happened.

There's no shyness or shame in the way that Aphrodite sets herself on the bed between Krem's legs. Forget that he was working or that they had just met or anything like that, she was perfectly in her element, kneeling on the floor despite her divinity, and just as much casual as Krem is flustered.

"You know," She lilts, conversationally, "in my world, there are a number of artworks that depict me as you are." Her palms run flat up his thighs, up and around to cup his ass, "A combination of masculine and feminine. They're quite lovely." Leaning forward, she licks a stripe up, between his legs, hands tugging him just a few inches closer so she can get comfortable, and licks him again, grinning up at him, "I think you would make a lovely painting as well."

Krem let out a sigh, a rapturous little groan of pleasure, as Aphrodite licked, as she pulled him about. He pressed up for her attention, did his best to get into the position she seemed to want him in and stay there without too much squirming.

He had seen the paintings here in the spa and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be on display like that. However, he wasn't sure there was an option. Could you deny someone calling herself a goddess? Could you deny this place? The thoughts came and went and in the end all Krem could do was bite his lip around a particularly needy noise as she kept interrupting her attention to speak.

Krem squirms and tugs and Aphrodite grins, "Oh, am I talking too much...? How rude of me." She teases, nipping light at his thigh, one of the hands at his ass stroke down and dip between Krem's legs, picking up where her tongue left off with a gentle graze of her fingers between wet lips.

"Do you like this?" She persists, but leans in and laps her tongue over his clit, while her fingers press light against his entrance, teasing him while collecting the slick moisture there, "Or....?" Bold fingers slide further back, not pressing inside anywhere, but teasing, testing both entrances, bright curious eyes watching him.

Krem blushed, only a little ashamed, but she didn't seem upset with him and his pushy behavior. Her hands roamed, her mouth heavy and wet and hot, and Krem wasn't sure how he was still holding on to the edges of his pleasure. Perhaps it was some of her own talents and skills.

The teasing introduction of her fingers into his cunt had him releasing a soft, shivering moan. That moan escalated slightly as she teased his ass next, watching him with those bright eyes.

"Ah...e-either? Both?" His cheeks were red and his gaze unfocused. "I've never..."

"You're so sweet. Untouched like this." She hums, pleased and eases one finger past the entrance of his cunt, teasing, "I don't usually have virgins."

Which means she needs to redouble her efforts. Make sure that Krem doesn't forget this afternoon and she leaves an open mouthed kiss against his clit, sucking wet against him like he's a ripe peach, and presses her finger in further, curling it in sweet come hither motions, before adding a second finger. But it doesn't stay for long, instead once her fingers are nice and wet, she slips back to press just as lightly past the pucker of his ass, licking wet and low to tease him at both entrances, her free hand curled light on his thigh to keep him right in place while she mouths at him.

Krem's cheeks flared with heat, though not with shame, and he breathed a noise that was almost entirely pleasure. He squirmed a little. Her finger sank into him, easily, because he was slick and easy and receptive, desperate to take what she had to give while she was teasing him like this.

Gloriously teasing.

When her finger moved from one hole to the next, Krem let out an entirely different noise, loud and desperate. He touched Aphrodite's hair, brief and nervous to presume so much. Especially as she held him in place and demanded he accept the glory of her attention.

Her eyes flick up to his face when he touches her hair, and it turns her blood hot to hear him moaning for her. It's not often that she has anyone like this, but it's a delicious reward to see him so receptive to it.

"Do you like that?" She thrusts her fingers in lightly, licking the slick off of her mouth, "I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunity to get fucked like this on the island. But I hope you always think of me as the first." As she licks and sucks, the hand on his thigh sneaks between her own thighs, rubbing lightly to ease some of the tension there. But she always returns, and eases his legs even wider for her, so she can push her tongue against his entrance, moaning as she continues to eat him out.

It was an exotic feeling, erotic and beautifully overwhelming, her mouth and that finger driving him wild. He wound his fingers into the long, lovely pink hair and pulled as the pleasure mounted--not rough, but insistent.

She would definitely be the first, the one he compare these things to later. He had no other point of reference, after all, but more important, this was wonderfully good, everything that he wanted it to be and more than he ever expected it to be in his fantasies.

He swore under his breath, arching and trying to press closer. "It feels so good."

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TDM 013: BARING IT ALL

00. Arrival

I. THROW IN A TOWEL?

II. GRIN AND BARE IT

III. BARE NAKED AMUSEMENT TOUR

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