[OOC: the_love_hotel Intro Post?]
Yeeeees. XD; I just wrote this down after reading through some entries over at the the_love_hotel , I'm never getting around to tossing Antonio there though. XD; He's a pretty faithful muse and I think I'll break my brain doing paragraph smut anyway. ^^;
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The familiar, but faint sounds of clinking chains woke him up, green eyes opening to spy an unfamiliar ceiling. Everything around him was bathed in red light and for a moment the Iberian nation tensed. Was he going crazy again? Was this bloodlust literally clouding his vision? But no, it couldn't be. That time had passed and there would be no more of it if he could help it. A few calming breaths eased him and soon he was able to look around at his surroundings.
The place reminded him of a high-class brothel: seedy, yet decadent, with its loud, yet luxurious trappings and fashionably tricked out whores. The sight brushed some memories in his head that finally made him smile a little. Of course. In his long existence, he had been to a brothel, or a hundred. He knew what it was like and this place matched his memories well, if not perfectly.
He tried to get up to explore, but he found that he couldn't go far. It was the sound of the chains clinking together and brushing softly against the gaudy red-pink sheets that stilled him. Chains that ended in cuffs around his wrists and feet and trapped him to the bed that could comfortably fit an orgy.
Green eyes narrowed, wary and serious for once and yet... Also a touch amused.
Where was he?
Who put him in this bed and chained him to it?
What were their intentions with him? (Or should he stop guessing for it's frightfully obvious?)
He didn't know, but he was looking to find out.
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The familiar, but faint sounds of clinking chains woke him up, green eyes opening to spy an unfamiliar ceiling. Everything around him was bathed in red light and for a moment the Iberian nation tensed. Was he going crazy again? Was this bloodlust literally clouding his vision? But no, it couldn't be. That time had passed and there would be no more of it if he could help it. A few calming breaths eased him and soon he was able to look around at his surroundings.
The place reminded him of a high-class brothel: seedy, yet decadent, with its loud, yet luxurious trappings and fashionably tricked out whores. The sight brushed some memories in his head that finally made him smile a little. Of course. In his long existence, he had been to a brothel, or a hundred. He knew what it was like and this place matched his memories well, if not perfectly.
He tried to get up to explore, but he found that he couldn't go far. It was the sound of the chains clinking together and brushing softly against the gaudy red-pink sheets that stilled him. Chains that ended in cuffs around his wrists and feet and trapped him to the bed that could comfortably fit an orgy.
Green eyes narrowed, wary and serious for once and yet... Also a touch amused.
Where was he?
Who put him in this bed and chained him to it?
What were their intentions with him? (Or should he stop guessing for it's frightfully obvious?)
He didn't know, but he was looking to find out.