↳ plot & info: can go anywhere, let's see what happens muse: Kaito Bae
❝ Don't test me right now. ❞

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↳ plot & info: can go anywhere, let's see what happens muse: Kaito Bae
❝ Don't test me right now. ❞
↳ plot & info: Jax is a brat who enjoys pushing buttons. He’s had a few too many, when Jax drinks he's harmless and no bite. Your Muse has caught his eye.
Muse: Jax Tanner
Jax wasn’t drunk. That was the lie he told himself as he narrowly avoided walking face first into a barstool. He stumbled and barely caught himself on the corner “See?” he mumbled to absolutely no one. “Graceful.” The bartender snorted.It had only been a few drinks.…Maybe a few more than a few. Jax blinked slowly at the room, trying to convince it to stop swaying. “Rude,” he muttered to the floor. He probably should’ve called it a night. Instead, his attention snagged on someone sitting alone at the far end of the bar. Drunk logic declared that mysterious people were automatically interesting. So the decision made, and eith all the confidence alcohol could muster, Jax pushed away from the counter. It took exactly three steps before he fell into the stranger. Jac tried to recover and narrowed bus eyes,
“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”
↳ plot & info: Avery received a request for a private show. He’s been caming for six months now and has built a following quickly. This is the first time someone could afford a one on one show.
Muse: Avery Cox
The notification pinged at 11:47 PM.
Avery was mid-sentence, laughing at something in chat that a regular named beachbum88 had tipped for a joke.His laptop sat on the hotel desk, ring light clamped to the headboard behind him, the corner of his bed visible in frame. He glanced at the notification. PrivatizedShow has requested a private show: $450/token:30 min minimum. He didn't hesitate to click the link, The private room opened. The viewer count dropped from forty-seven to one.
“I'm yours for the night, darling. Where shall we begin?”