Intro || No event || Aphro - as much as desired

[stoppattingme]

Monaco is distantly aware of the sweet aroma of flowers when she stirs from her sleep. She'll come to find, eventually, that the bedsheets she lays atop are peppered with rose petals, and bouquets of various flora surround her, but it's a secondary thought to the fact that she can't seem to move her hands. In fact, they are bound together above her

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Congratulations! You have won all three members of the Bad Touch Trio!~

[diosorogloria]

(ooc: And now for a foursome! LOL Hi. Hope you don't mind me tagging. ^^;)

This is... Unexpected. It's not a sight the Spanish Empire expects to see of Monaco after meeting her the other day. He can just imagine what will happen to anyone if they decide to dominate her against her will. Clearly the hotel is a lot more powerful than they give it credit for and he does not see yet that this is an altogether different Monaco he is looking at.

He can't help the slight smirk on his face as he enters the room, relishing all the smooth skin she is revealing in her tiny outfit.

"You're in a bit of a bind, señorita." He says to her as he makes himself comfortable beside her on the bed, sitting on one side of it. He can just lean over and release her from her bonds if he wanted. "Would you like some help?"

Not gonna lie, I laughed really loudly at the comment and startled my friend. idk why XD;

[stoppattingme]

"...Espagne?" she manages, turning her head towards the man when she notices movement approaching her. Maybe someone that will help her...? It feels as though she's been here forever; her muscles have started to grow stiff, and only the the occasional pull at her bonds keep the blood flowing properly through her body.

She feels the bed depress slightly, and her eyes flit upwards, briefly taking him in. He's dressed somewhat.. unusually, compared to what she's used to. Not that she talks personally to Spain often, usually stuck closely to France' side, where she lets him do most of the talking, but she's by no means unfamiliar with him.

"Oui, s'il vous plaît," she answers, before her gaze finds.. well, anything, really, but him to look at. "I cannot seem to free myself.."

Because such a prize is just ridiculous? XD;

[diosorogloria]

Since she asked so nicely, Spain is happy enough to be of assistance. He looks closely first at the handcuffs and hums in thought before reached to see if he can remove them without a key. The place he is perched by her side gives him a good angle for a nice view down her shirt. He smiles and looks away from them for a moment as he focuses on the cuffs.

"I think these'll be easy enough to remove." He glances to her blushing face. "How did you get into this position, querida?"

ridiculously awesome^. You mistyped but I fixed it 8D; *shot forever*

[stoppattingme]

"Merci beaucoup," she offers politely while the other seems to be making a distinct effort to help remove the handcuffs. It's not that she doesn't notice that he partakes in the opportunity to look at her exposed cleavage, as generous as it is; but Spain, nation or not, is still a man, and.. well. They're there. She's not completely unaware of the fact that she has breasts; they didn't pop up overnight, though she generally does wear clothing that disguises her shapely body. If anything, that only makes it more normal for others to look -- it's a bit of a surprise, to most, to see what she's been concealing. She can only do her best to pretend she doesn't notice, and focuses her gaze on a spot on the wall, far, far away from him.

There's no way that this isn't going to be awkward, regardless of who is assisting her.

"I do not know. Je suis désolée, I cannot remember anything but going to sleep in my own bed and waking up here

Hahaha XD True~ People should feel honored (or terrified) by gaining such a prize

[diosorogloria]

If it's a comfort to Monaco, the view cannot be avoided that easily, especially given how she is dressed and positioned on the bed. Indeed, Spain may be a Nation, an Empire at that, but he is also just a man and they can turn into perverted idiots when faced with a delicious half-dressed woman bound to a bed.

Her words make him pause as he finally gets her hands free, careful hands absently massaging her wrists to ease them. "...You say you just woke up here?" He asks as he looks down to her again and gets another eyeful of cleavage. That's really not his fault. He can't avoid them.

Of course! ♥ Bad touch is just lovely~

[stoppattingme]

As her hands are freed, she wastes little time in raising herself up to a seated position with the help of her own elbows, if only to feel marginally less uncomfortable with the fact that her legs are still spread apart. The fingers working her wrists, still tense from god knows how long she was trapped in that position, is enough to make her lashes flutter half-mast, for the moment content with the contact; though she wouldn't say it aloud. It's the only thing keeping her from immediately closing the top buttons of her blouse, though, which would thusly disrupt the Spaniard's view of the vast canyon of her breasts.

"Oui, I am afraid I'm not entirely sure where I am, right now. I would be grateful for any information that you could tell me."

It is X3

[diosorogloria]

Spain wonders if she is tricking him. The Monaco he met before seems capable enough of such deception, but then you never really know can you? He sighs and takes his chances, hands then carefully holding her own in his, massaging still. Her hands are soft and small, totally different from his own bigger, calloused ones.

"I'm afraid you are trapped, my dear Monaco." He informs her as kindly as he can. "This place will be keeping us in here for a while and there's hardly anything we can do."

>w<;; sorry for slow replies;;

[stoppattingme]

This, however, is not the same girl that he seems to be familiar with. Rather, she is actually quite shy; almost nervous towards the contact that she is so unaccustomed to allowing. It is a strange day, however, and she's somewhat out of sorts, given the circumstances.

But this man is being kind to her, and she has no reason to distrust him.

"Trapped?" She repeats, lips drawing into the slightest of frowns, before she shakes her head; blond strands that have fallen astray fluttering about her cheeks.

"It is a lot to take in." She pauses a moment, gaze lowering to the sheets. "...Is it always so warm in here?"

No worries ^^

[diosorogloria]

Spain is still a touch suspicious, but eventually lets it go. If anything, Spain has the compulsion to be kind and giving to others, though many may not see him that way given what his Empire has been up to lately... But still. The poor girl looks so lost. It pulls at Spain's heart strings.

He nods at her inquiry and ignores the thought that dances in his brain about how she can be warm with the state of her clothes as it is. "Yes, unfortunately..." He murmurs as he leans a bit and starts buttoning up her shirt for her, doing his best not to touch her inappropriately though he had been looking down her shirt for quite a while back there.

"Would you like something to cool you down?"

[stoppattingme]

Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink when Spain reaches to close her blouse, surprised by the gesture. As soon as it is closed, however, she crosses her arms over her chest, somewhat flustered, though no move was made on her.

"My apologies," she says quietly, still staring down at the bed beneath her. "This isn't very appropriate of a lady." As if any part of this was somehow her fault.

At that question, she looks up, though. "A-ah..? Such as?"

[diosorogloria]

He smiles at her comfortingly at that. "No need to apologize." His face turns a touch serious at his next words. "This place seems happy enough to make people wanton against their wills..."

He doesn't notice that he hasn't moved away since he helped her with her blouse. He's pretty close. "A cool towel?"

[stoppattingme]

Spain might not have noticed, but Monaco has realized just how close the other still is, and it's enough to send a small tremor through her small frame. She should be used to such close proximities, but the only person that would potentially invade her personal space, usually only pats her on the head instead.

He's close enough that she can feel her hair stir with each breath, though, warming her blood further, and her heart beats just a little faster.

"Perhaps," she answers quickly, though she's not very convinced that it will help. The heat feels more like it's coming from inside her, rather than just the air around her. She's not about to admit to that, though.

[diosorogloria]

Spain nods, still not noticing that he is so close or that his closeness is affecting her. Indeed, sometimes Spain can be so oblivious of his surroundings. He does draw back, making the bed squeak when he shifts his weight. "I'll be right back." Then he gets off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, pulling off his gloves and shrugging out of his coat, swimmer shoulders rolling under his shirt at the gesture. He does not want them to get wet.

[stoppattingme]

Her eyes follow him as he moves away, exhaling a breath she hadn't really noticed she'd been holding. Her gaze does linger longer than she'd usually allow herself to watch any one person without their knowing. Of course, she would have to be blind not to notice that the man is attractive, but it's not often she would ever entertain that thought for longer than a few moments about anyone. She never really saw herself as the type to take such interests, seeing it as inappropriate

[diosorogloria]

He does enjoy the amenities provided by the modern bathroom. He doesn't tire of playing with the knobs of the sink and the shower, smelling the different scents of shampoos and soaps, and fingering the softness of towels. It's all a novelty for him and he occupies himself with getting to know it all better when he has nothing to do. And he has a lot of idle time here in this hotel, fighting off lust and enjoying some sex on the side.

The wet, cold towel he promises her gets easily done and it's not long until he is back in the room with it in his hand. He is a bit surprised to find her walking, but is glad for it. Those restraints look mean despite how they are more for show.

"Here." He offers the towel to her with a friendly smile.

[stoppattingme]

It doesn't go completely unnoticed that he seems to take an unusual fascination in the things she's come to assume as standard, but she dismisses it as him being quirky. Instead of paying it too much mind, she's instead managed to unbraid her hair as the other is moving back towards her; combing long, graceful fingers through the soft strands. A brush would be better, but short of rooting about in the bathroom for one, her hands will have to do for now. It's effective enough -- too much had loosened in her sleep and during her distress for her liking, so it was better down, for now