#unknown story

[arik-fonarik]

[muffinrecord]

I fucking LOVE it when I discover the context behind memoria

Literally could not have asked for something better

if you guys are wondering I 100% want to liveblog this in the future, I've taken notes with my reactions so it can be semi-authentic lmao. Just not in the mood to take a thousand screenshots that will slow my old-ass computer down

[magiamemoriareview]

Miracle Heroines

Single Effect: Attack Up [20%] & Magia Damage Up [10%]

MLB Effect: Attack Up [25%] & Magia Damage Up [12.5%]

TLDR: "Miracle Heroines” is extremely good, especially in the current meta revolving around Magia. It combines two nice effects into one powerful passive memoria that will lead into devastating Magia/Doppel attacks. This qualifies as Whale Tier and will be excellent for Magia Supports. Also, the Attack Up on this is high-- high enough that even one copy is still worthwhile to have. This memoria is exclusive to the “Unknown Story” gacha.

Review: "Miracle Heroines” is an extremely good memoria. Let’s quickly go into each effect’s summary and explain just why it’s so powerful, especially in the current meta.

Attack Up will increase the equipped character’s base stats, meaning that its effected is calculated before buffs/debuffs are considered. It’s generally considered superior to Damage Up/Damage Inflicted Up, however, because there are so many sources of Attack Up in the game it can be easy to hit the cap of 100%. Magia Damage Up increases the damage done by a Magia or a Doppel. One thing to note is that buffs like Attack Up/Damage Increase/Damage Up will also increase the damage done by Magia and Doppels; in comparison, Magia Damage Up will only ever be useful if a Magia/Doppel is involved. 

As you can see, these two effects synergize amazingly. "Miracle Heroines” is one of the highest sources of passive Attack Up in the game (25%) and it’s Magia Damage Up is equivalent to other general sources of Magia Damage Up in the game-- and here, the two are on the same memoria. The Attack Up on its own is worth using, even if you don’t get much out of the Magia Damage Up, but together and you have one extremely powerful Magia/Doppel. And that’s only one passive slot here! You still have three other memoria slots to use up for even more extra damage!

In the current magia meta, "Miracle Heroines” is one of the most powerful memoria you can equip. You can get a decent chunk of Attack Up and Magia Damage Up without having to worry about getting enough of either. As mentioned in its description, Magia Damage Up as an effect can be deceptive, because Damage Up/Damage Inflicted Up/Attack Up will also all raise the damage of a Magia and general attacks, while Magia Damage Up will only raise the attack of a Magia itself... but that’s not an issue here, since you have both. It just leads to a very powerful memoria in all.

If you’re using this memoria on a Magia team and want to know what to pair it with, then any memoria with Damage Up/Damage Inflicted Up or MP Gain Up/Accele MP Gain Up will be good choices. Here are some examples:

(4*) “Ryoko and Sakuya: Moment of Perfection“ Damage Increase [30%] & Regenerate HP [5%]

(4*) “Kindness Can Be Made” Damage Increase [25%] & Damage Cut [20%]

(4*) “Because the World Is Full of Wishes” Accele MP Gain Up [17.5%] & Status Ailment Resistance Up [30%]

(Limited 4*) “Tonight We Shall Have a Banquet” MP Gain Up [12.5%] & Damage Increase [20%]

(Limited 4*) "Waiting for the Moment” Accele MP Gain Up [20%] & Damage Increase [20%]

Depending on what you’re using and who else will be on the field, you might want to avoid other Attack Up memoria. Check and see if the other teammates give Attack Up on their connect (or on their Magia), because Attack Up can be easy to hit the 100% ceiling cap on. If you don’t need to worry about that, then any sort of Attack Up passives will be good to pair with "Miracle Heroines” too.

But overall, this is an extremely good memoria which absolutely qualifies as Whale-Tier. Even having one copy is good-- one copy of "Miracle Heroines” has Attack Up equivalent to a max awakened copy of “I Made Friends.” Using this on a Magia-oriented support is an excellent idea.

[uncurieuxrenard]

Football is more French than you might think.

France has been part of my life since my birth, probably, but, through the years, this feeling grew stronger and stronger. There is actually a year where it started, and that's 2015, but it peaked in the summer of 2016, thanks to the European championship which took place in France. That tournament ended with France losing the final against Portugal, but that inspired me to research for the story of this sport I had just begun following (end of 2015). So I did. I am a perfectionist, so I wanted to dig as deep as possible into this mystery, the first of a long series of origin stories of inventions, sports and more, which, to be honest, were the main reason why I created this blog in the first place. So, I thought that the first one of these stories to share with you had to be the first I researched.

So, we will start from the very beginning and with the premise that, since the dawn of times, every civilisation having roamed Planet Earth has played games, and many of them involved a ball. There are evidences of ball games everywhere in the world, from Pre-Columbian America, where Mayans played the Tlachtli, the probable precursor of basketball, to Asia, and this is where our tale begins.

The civilisation is the Chinese one. The dynasty reigning is the Han. The century is the third B.C. The name of the game is Cuju. Born as a military training, this game, officially recognised by FIFA as the earliest form of the game, initially saw players trying to kick a feather-stuff ball into a goal made of two wood sticks planted on the ground. This game spread from the army to the royal courts and upper classes, always during the Han Dynasty, which lasted from 206 BC to 220 AD. Cuju evolved into something more complex where its popularity during the Tang Dynasty, and it started to resemble football even more. It became a team-oriented game and clubs started to be established, but its popularity exploded during the Song Dinasty (960-1279) and in the X century the first Cuju league was created, 800 years earlier than the British Football Association. Not bad. Eventually, cuju began to fade around the XVII century and soon disappeared.

In the same period cuju was being invented in China, in Europe the spiritual father of European football and rugby was being developed by the Greeks. Despite the image of the lone Greek athlete trying to reach for glory by himself, like a mythological hero, Greeks also played team-oriented games, and Episkyros was one of these. The teams of this violent game, especially in Sparta (where else?), were usually made up of 12-14 players. The field and the teams were divided into two by a line, and another line was behind them. The goal of the game was to push the ball to the other end of the field. This game incorporated, therefore, elements of both football and rugby, which actually were two sports of the same root at the time of their "inception" in XIX century England. But, according to some sources, even the atmosphere was similar back in Ancient Greece. One of these comes from the Egyptian writer Athenaeus of Naucratis' Deipnosophistae, which contains an excerpt dating from the IV century by Antiphanes, the famous comedy writer who describes a moment during an Episkyros game and the consequent reactions from the supporters, all written in a modern television commentary style:

"Once he took and passed the ball, he was enjoying that, while he was dodging an opponent and making another one of them fall on the ground. Then, he helped one of his team mates lift off the ground. All around were strong yells saying "out!", "long ball!", "high!", "low!", "short ball!", "shoot it back to the fray!"

Episkyros never was an Olympic sport in Ancient Greece, but, as you can read above, the agonism was all there, both from the athletes and the audience, unlike cuju, which was merely an exercise, a game. Sports and games always were a serious thing for the Greeks.

Once the Romans conquered Greece in 146 BC, one of the many things they "borrowed" from the Greeks was this game. Romans renamed it Harpastum and it is said that they introduced the rule which forbade to touch the ball with the hands. Plus, when Rome built the empire we all know, this game got immensely popular among the centurions defending the limes of the Roman Empire. This means that, while Greeks invented this game, Romans spread all over Europe (which means the British Isles, naturally).

Actually, the first mention of an unidentified ball game in Britain comes from the IX century AD. We cannot know whether it had anything to do with football, but probably this game was the Harpastum of some game deriving from it. What we know, though, is that the game which officially started it all came from... France.

In fact, if we want to find the actual origins of modern football we have to move to Northern France where, around the same time above mentioned, a new game developed and spread in Normandy and Picardy named Soule (or choule). This game was usually played after a religious function or during the holidays between two teams composed of people coming from two villages, usually close and rivals, but also between two different social statuses or situation (for instance, married men against bachelors et cetera). The game ended when one of the teams, composed of a potentially unlimited number, managed to push the ball with any means (besides the feet, sticks and hands were also allowed) towards the opponents' village, and then shot the ball into the portal of the local church, scoring de facto one gol. The ball disputed in a Soule game was made either of leather or animal bladders, filled with bran, hay, moss or horsehair. The field was of variable dimensions and could include ditches, streams, woods and wetlands, but the game started in the "midfield", which could be the border between the two churches (or "goals", in this case), the square of the village, a graveyard or even the castle of the local landlord.

As my description of this game may suggest, la Soule was a manly, violent game. While this was true, it was unexpectedly regulated and accompanied by an actual code of rules. Surely, it was much less violent than believed, since any type of violence towards the opponents was allowed. If today this sport is remembered as a barbaric, medieval game is surely thanks to the infamous, so called "remission letters", in which real court cases involving injuries and, some times, deaths, were evoked and told. When we actually think about the amount of players involved in a single game of this ancient sport, though, these sad cases were possible, as they are in every sport up to this day. Despite this, these letters helped give this game a bad, and equally unjustified, fame.

The first mention of the Soule in France dates back the year 1147, but it's almost sure that it was played in Northern France way before that date, since scholars are nowadays sure that this game was introduced in England by the Normans after William the Conqueror invaded the island in 1066. Moreover, this theory sounds incredibly plausible because the so-called "mob football", medieval English ball game from which modern football as we know it today descends, has no anterior mentions than 1174 on British soil, and, also, this mob football was characterized by almost identical features and rules than the French soule. However, I think it is right to specify that from the moment the soule was introduced in Britain, every development of the game that eventually led to the codification of modern football, the establishment of the Football Association in 1863 and the birth of the first football clubs (the first of which is Sheffield F.C.), all occured in the British Isles, even though soule kept being played, with discontinuity, on French soil at least until the XIX century.

A special mention goes to all the other subsequent ball games which were played throughout the history of Europe, from the Icelandic Knattleikr, first mentioned in XII century (but probably older) to the Italian Calcio Fiorentino from the Renaissance.

Finally, we can say that this long story tells us that we should never write or talk about history with the verb to be. Football, as in many other inventions and other things in history, is not English. This verb sounds like something definitive, an ended argument, as sure as death. As we can learn from this story, instead, history can surprise us with a lot of beautiful "maybes", "ifs", "actuallys", by showing us Ancient Chinese people kicking a ball, an Ancient Greek young man freestyling and medieval French people scoring goals by shooting balls inside churches, by playing a primitive form of the sport which eventually became the most popular one in our world.

[violetcancerian]

This story is getting hella sad hella quick at the beginning. But younger Liath is still going to have her adventures in the fae world with the others

[sinning5sos]

unknown. chapter two.

"You'll know we are equally damaged. Don't be a fool, make it easier"

All he could think about was her. The way she spoke to him, the way she smiled so easily, the way that her hand wrapped around his cock so well. He swallowed hard as he tried to suppress that last thought.

He shifted in his seat on the bus, his forehead banging against the window as it pulled up to a stop when he notices the coffee shop that he usually visits. There was a beautiful girl sitting in the window, it looked just like her.

And it was her. She was sitting inside the coffee shop, acting as normal as possible because the time away from the club was the only time that she actually felt like a real person, not just some object.

She was sitting in the window, a book in one hand with the other resting on the coffee cup. He hurried off the bus, nearly falling as the driver had let his foot off the brake and gave him a dirty look.

He mumbled an apology as he slung his bag over his shoulder, his eyes locked on her as he walked towards the door. He went inside and ordered, smiling at the familiar barista but keeping a side view on her the entire time.

He sat at a table not far away from her, hoping that she would just look up from her book and say hello.

But she never did, so instead he sat down at that table near her as he pulled out his journal and began to doodle. He didn't have any idea what to sketch, but one last look at her and he knew what he was drawing.

He sat there, rotating the cup on the table as he watched her. He had finished the drawing almost thirty minutes ago, throwing in some final touches here and there of her. He didn't want to be creepy, though he felt like it, but he just wanted to talk to her. He was too much of a damn coward to do that though.

She closed the book in her hands and placed it into the bag sitting in the chair beside her as she stood. She leaned back slightly, yawning as she stretched before she slung the bag over her shoulder and started walking towards the door.

He got up as well and left the coffee shop. He looked to the right but when he couldn't see her, he got started in the opposite direction. He turned down a street and saw her walking ahead of him, and lengthened his strides as he followed her.

She turned down an alleyway, and Ashton quickened his pace as he turned the corner, only for her to be standing there and placed her arms around him and pushed him against the wall roughly.

"Who are you?" She growled, the pocket knife's blade being revealed and he swallowed quickly as he held up his hands in surrender.

"I'm sorry, I'm - wait can you just - My name is Ashton, please tell me you remember me from the other night." He gulped, and she pulled the blade back slightly but held it up close to his face.

"Please move the knife." His voice wavered and she glared at him as she lowered it. "I'm sorry, I don't or I didn't want to talk to you again this way but I saw you at the coffee shop and I wanted to say hi but I'm a fucking coward and I just don't -"

"Stop talking."

"I'm sorry." He murmured, and she flicked the knife so the blade disappeared into it's holder and she tucked it into her pocket.

"No, I'm sorry. I should have recognized you. It's just that there are so many times where a man recognizes me and stalks me and, there are just some sick men in the world, I'll leave it at that." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him.

"Your eyes are pretty," He whispered, and she blushed as she looked down. She felt uncomfortable when people complimented her, only because the last people who seemed to have truly meant it said the words with such hatred.

"Thank you." She said, and he smiled as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as he was unsure of what to say. He didn't know how to go about it, he's already gotten a goddamn hand job from her but he wanted more.

He wanted to know what her thoughts were like at two in the morning when she can't sleep, what her favorite coffee shop to go in and hang out was, what her favorite thing to do in the city was, but all he could muster out was, "The weathers good today, yeah?"

He wanted to hit himself.

But she smiled at him anyways. She nodded eagerly, glancing up at the sun before looking all around. She glanced at her watch, noting that she only had two more hours out in the real world before returning to the fake world that she had.

"Would you like to go and grab a drink or something? Or maybe even dinner?" He asked, and she hesitated as she thought about the answer. Was he doing this just because she was a dancer? Probably. That was what the last boy who caught her attention wanted, and the boy before that, and the boy before that.

It was a constant cycle of getting her hopes up because she finally found someone she connected with, only to have them crashing down when she realized they only wanted her for bragging rights.

And yet, she accepted.

"I know of a good place around the corner here." She said, and he grinned as he nodded. He gestured for her to lead the way as she started moving forward. He couldn't believe that she had agreed, and she didn't believe it either.

"So, what's your real name?" He muttered, looking over her. She looked so much different without the silver hair that she had worn the last time he saw her. She was looking at him too, he was much prettier in the daylight.

"Luna." She answered, giving her stage name and he frowned. That wasn't her real name, and he knew that. But he didn't want to press her, so he let it be.

"Well, my names Ashton." He murmured, and she nodded. So there was now a name to the face that had been in her thoughts so much lately. All she's been able to think about lately has been him.

The way that he talked to her, the nervousness evident in his body, the way that his face twisted in pleasure as she held his cock in her hands. She loved thinking about that, it was what kept her going in the club long after he had left.

She thought of him when she was dancing on the stage once more that night, she thought of him when she was dancing with that other man, the one who kept touching her and she could still smell the alcohol from him.

She thought of him when she went home that night, wondering if she would ever see him again.

And now, here they were. Ashton was sitting in front of her in a booth at the restaurant that she loves so much. He was nervously fiddling with the silverware, currently leaning forward on his elbows as he looked at her.

"So," He trailed off as the waitress came up and she smiled up at the familiar face.

"Good to see you again darling, with a new man too? What's this ones name?" She asked, resting her hand on her hip as she looked at the two in the booth and her cheeks burned as she looked down at her lap.

"My name is Ashton," He said, offering out his hand and the waitress that had been taking care of Luna for so long shook her hand as well, a smile on her face as she introduced herself to him. Luna bit down on her lip as Carrie looked at her and winked. She approved.

It's not like it mattered, there wasn't a future with him for Luna. There was never a real future with any good men that she dated, because she couldn't change where she worked, she couldn't change what she does, she couldn't change who she was.

So she sipped at the coffee in her hands, listening to Ashton ramble on about something as she feigned interest. All she could think about was the time slipping away from her, the time that was ticking away before she would have to return to the darker side of her world.

"What are your plans for the night?" He asked, and she snorted as she shook her head and his lips pressed into a thin line as he figured it out, "Sorry, that was incredibly stupid of me."

"Can we not talk about that? Like at all." She muttered, and he nodded as he messed around with his water and continued to stir it with his straw.

"Yeah, of course. I'm sorry Luna," He said, and that was it. He didn't know what to say, what would you say to a woman like her? A beautiful woman who probably would never have talked to him outside of their situation.

"What's your favorite time of day?" She asked, and he hummed as he thought as he looked at her. She had a small smile on her face as she looked at him, she adored being able to sit here with him.

"I'd say dusk, ya know? Right at that time in the night where the stars first start to come out. Where you can look up and count them as they appear, one by one. That's my favorite time of day." He said, looking down at his fingers and she nodded.

She loved his voice, it had a feeling of comfort with it. She thought of his moans from the last time, how pretty his voice was then compared to how pretty it is now.

"Talk to me some more." She said softly, and he chuckled as he nodded. And he did. He talked to her about everything that came to his mind, and she listened intently and admired everything he said. He was so smart, and so kind with his words.

The time came where she was due back to the club, but she didn't want to be away from him yet. He paid for the bill while she went and stood outside of the restaurant, and felt the suns rays soak into her skin as he pushed through the door, a smile on his face.

"Do you want to come see the club? It's a lot less scarier during the day. I get there early to help the wait staff get everything prepped for during the night. No other girls are there yet," She muttered, rocking forward on the ball of her feet as she looked away. She hoped he would say no, but she also wanted him to say yes.

"Yea, I'd be down for that." He said, scratching the back of his neck and waited for her to react in some way. She smiled as she started to walk towards the direction of the club, and he glanced around

"Do you live around here?" She asked, and he shook his head as she pulled her bus pass out and put her wallet back down into her bag.  She sucked in a breath as she waited for him to answer that.

"Sorta," He nodded as the two walked towards the bus stop, and they waited until the bus finally rolled up. He let her step onto the bus in front of him, and they both sat down, "Do you live around here?"

"Sorta," She answered, and he smiled as he elbowed her gently. She didn't know why she was acting the way that she was, she didn't know why she thought he was so attractive. She got lost in her thoughts as the bus rumbled through the city, before they finally got off at the stop.

They walked into the club, and she smiled at the bartenders as she waved to them. Ashton held up a hand and slightly waved, feeling odd at seeing them so friendly when only just a few nights before, they were stone-faced.

"Here," She whispered, pulling him along through the club and into the back. She was the only one of the girls that got there early, and she sat down in her chair while he looked around. Different costumes hung along the walls, each vanity different and unique to the person who sat there, night after night.

"You know," She said, looking at him in the mirror. She didn't know what to say, but she knew what she wanted to say, "I'm going to be so honest with you right now. More honest than I've ever been with someone, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

She left off as she gauged his reaction, and he walked closer to her and stood to her side as she turned to look at him, "The way that you dug your fingers into my thighs, the way that you looked when you came. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen in a while."

Ashton's mouth fell open, his cheeks burning red at the words that he had heard. He didn't know what to say to that, what do you say to that? He swallowed hard as he looked at her, and he scratched the back of his neck.

She noticed he did that when he was nervous.

"Sorry, that was blunt. I shouldn't have said it, but it was something that I had been thinking of." She said, and she brushed it off as she turned back to the mirror. He tried to think, he didn't know what to say.

"I've been thinking about the same thing." He stated, and her eyes widened as she nodded, and turned back to face him, "Jesus Christ, it's all I've been thinking about. I haven't had that physical connection with anyone in so goddamn long."

"I could do it again for you, dress up and put on a little show for you." She whispered, standing up directly in front of him. He swallowed once again, watching her hand as it was brought up to his face and she cupped his cheek gently.

"No, well I mean I wouldn't object to that, but seeing you...normal, well it makes me feel more comfortable. You don't need to dress up for me," He said, and she nearly froze in her place at his words. No one had ever said that to her before, and she didn't know what to do. So she faked a smile, and leaned forward and attached their lips.

He was hesitant at first, but he soon got more and more into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist. This is just a one-time thing, she thought to herself as she wound her fingers into his curly hair, and tugged gently at the ends.

He moaned out, and she grinned successfully as she pulled away, her eyes scanning his face as she saw the slight embarrassment. She realized he might have felt slightly uncomfortable and so she walked over to the dressing room door and locked it, and then returned so she was in front of him.

"Why were you guys here the other day?" She asked, genuinely curious as to why a group of them would be out on that night.

"It was my birthday," He mumbled, and she nodded as her hands glided up his arms, before they were pushing his jacket off of his shoulders. He hesitantly agreed, and followed her suit and let it fall to the floor.

"Then this is a birthday gift for you," She said, kissing his cheek and he stopped her as she leaned forward.

"Luna," He whispered, his voice strained as he shook his head, "I don't want you to feel like you have to do this, I promise."

"We've gone over this before. I don't have to do this, I want to do this. Think of this as a parting gift and a way to say thank you for dinner," She muttered, bringing his hands up and she kissed them gently, "Plus it helps me relax before my show."

He nodded and watched as she unbuttoned his shirt, with each button becoming undone, she pressed a kiss against his chest. He became numb to his mind, focusing only on what was physical at this moment.

"What if I tried on some outfits for you," She whispered, kissing his chest and he licked his lips as he nodded once more, and waited for her to continue, "and you pick out which one I wear tonight?"

He thought about how many others she had said this to before. He thought about how he wasn't special, how he wasn't the first person to be standing where he is right now. And yet, when it came to her eyes on him, he felt completely under her control.

"Yeah, Luna," He murmured, and she smiled as she stepped away from him, and gestured to the chair that was towards the back. She went back into the changing area, her hands dragging along each hanger that contained a different outfit for her to wear.

Her eyes landed on the three different ones that she would try on, and pulled them out. She undressed quickly, before gathering the costume and the different pieces that went along with it, before tying the top and she took a deep breath.

"We have the basic holiday costumes, like my Halloween one and my Christmas one, but these are just my regular, daily show costumes. The first," She trailed off as she walked out, and he bit down on his lip.

"Oh fuck," He mumbled, his eyes falling upon the cowgirl costume that she was wearing. She had short denim shorts, a plaid crop top tied in the center of her chest with white lace peeking out. She winked as she walked over to him, sauntering and he tried to contain himself as she approached him.

"Jesus Christ," He muttered, watching as she walked around him, before straddling his lap and he gulped as he looked up at her.

"What do you think of this one?" She asked innocently, smiling down at him and he shook his head as he looked at the outfit once more.

"It's beautiful, but not the one." He answered honestly, and she smiled as she ground down her hips against him and he groaned slightly, "What else do you have?"

"Oh, I am so glad that you asked." She whispered, kissing his cheek and pushed herself off of his lap. She slowly bent over, her ass in the air before she was gone altogether and was back in the changing area again.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked, and even though she couldn't see him, he shook his head. She snapped the tights onto her legs, and it left him craving to see her. She hummed to herself as she pulled the last of the costume on, and walked out to see him once again.

His eyes landed on the Playboy costume that she was now wearing, from the black fishnet tights up to the bunny costume and the ears atop her head. She winked as she walked closer to him, circling his chair before stopping directly in front of him, and turned so her back was facing him.

She sat down on his lap, circling her hips and this time he moaned at the contact between them. She smiled as she continued to move against him, and she smiled as she tossed her hair over to the other side as she grazed him.

"Fuck." He murmured, her hands grabbing his and placing them onto her hips, and he groaned once again as he felt her move on top of him, his fingertips pressing down into her skin. She got up suddenly, and he moved forward as he wanted more from her.

"Maybe this isn't the one either." She whispered in his ear, before she was walking back over to the changing area and he groaned quietly as his head fell forward, and he waited for her to come back out. There wasn't any words, no sound, until she finally rounded the corner.

"Jesus, fucking, christ." He groaned, and she laughed as she twirled the fake baton around, "This is the best one, by far. A cop uniform, really?"

He looked over her body as she leaned against the wall, the black fishnets still adorning her legs, this time coupled with a fake cop uniform that barely reached her upper-thigh. It had a deep, low cut shirt and she winked as she walked to him.

"Is this okay?" She whispered, and he nodded as his thoughts became so cloudy as he focused solely on her touch. Her hands pushed down his jeans to mid thigh, and she smiled as she kissed his cheek, and pulled the cuffs off of the side of her hip, "What about this?"

He nodded once more, and held his hands behind the back of his chair and nodded once more. He had never done this before, and she hadn't either. Well, she hadn't done this in the dressing room before.

She cuffed his wrists together, before moving back in front of him as she sank down to her knees. Her eyes flicked up to his as she leaned in to kiss his neck, nails softly scratching against his thighs as she sucked a mark into his skin.

She slowly slid her hand further up his thigh before stopping over the bulge in his boxers and slowly running her hand along his length.

"Fuck," He whimpered, and she winked at him as she pressed a light kiss against his thigh, before tugging his boxers down to pool by his jeans. His cock sprang free, finally giving him some relief since she had been teasing him.

She dropped her mouth down to his thigh, and Ashton let out a shaky breath as she slowly started to kiss his skin, trailing her mouth upwards to his hip as she sucked a hickey onto him. She moved her mouth once more, now trailing kisses to the base of his cock.

She finally made contact with his cock, her lips grazing his head of his cock, before she was licking the tip with her tongue as she collected the bit of precum that was there. She slowly started sucking on his tip, and he moaned.

"I love hearing you moan," She whispered, and he chuckled as he pulled against the hand-cuffs, feeling the metal dig into his wrists, "It's so pretty. I love hearing you be vocal, your voice is just so pretty baby."

Her mouth enveloped him once more, her tongue gliding down his shaft as he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes shutting tightly as she swirled her tongue around him.

"Oh fuck," He breathed out, feeling so much more safer to do so since she told him she loved it. She pushed further along his cock, her nose bottoming our against the base of his shaft and she swallowed around him. Years of practice and force left her so conditioned as to where her gag reflex barely worked anymore, and so she stayed comfortably where she was.

He tugged on his restraints once more, whimpering at the combined feeling of pain and pleasure, "I need to cum soon,"

She nodded as best as she could, and swallowed around him once again before pulling out nearly all the way but stopping at his tip. Her tongue swirled around him, and she brought her hands up to his cock and began to stroke him. The quiet, desperate moans that fell from his lips fueling her to go faster, until he was strained from holding back.

She finally let go, her eyes meeting his as she nodded, "Go ahead and cum for me babe," She whispered, and he let go and a wave of euphoria crashed over him as he finally came into her open mouth. She collected nearly every drop of cum and wiped at her chin, before pushing off of the ground and walking over towards her chair.

She wrapped her black satin robe around her body and tied it tightly as she helped him clean up. She finally undid the handcuffs, and he rubbed the raw skin on his wrists as he finally cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

She smiled as she pulled away, and and handed him the bag that he had brought in with him. He smiled at her, but thought about what was in the bag and quickly opened it and dug through, before finding what he was looking for.

"Here, I drew this earlier." He mumbled, pulling out his sketchbook and showing her the drawing. She beamed up at him as she looked at it, amazed at how good he was.

"Can I have it?" She asked, and he quickly nodded as he ripped it out and handed it to her, "You're so talented."

"Thanks, it's a side hobby of mine." He said, feeling embarrassed at the attention. He never showed anyone his drawings, but he felt comfortable, safe, with her. She kissed his cheek as she said goodbye, and walked him out to the front of the club and watched as he disappeared from her view before going back to the bar and sat at it.

"You've never brought a boy here before." Adam said, drying out a glass and she slumped forward over the bar.

"He bought me dinner so I felt I should return the favor. I won't ever see him again," She said, drumming her fingers along the bar as Kayla slid her usual drink towards her, "Thanks darling."

"Anything for you baby," Kayla said, winking at her and she smiled as she took the drink and walked towards the dressing room once more, pushing memories from her mind as she found her chair and let herself fall into it.

She stared at herself in the mirror, watching the drink in the glass disappear as she sipped at it, fueling herself to begin the night.

You're damaged, She thought to herself. It would never work between them, and she knew that. That's why when she was getting ready, she pushed all memories of Ashton out of her mind as she thought about and only about, her routine on stage tonight.

"Hey Luna, when do you want to perform tonight?" Adrian asked as he pushed through the curtain, his eyes focused on the notepad in front of him and she sighed, "There's two spots open. One right when we first open, the other later on around nine. Your choice, you have first pick."

"Both." She muttered, staring at herself in the mirror as a sense of hatred started to flow through her body. Adrian sucked in a breath as he penciled her in, and nodded.

"Anything I can get for you?" He asked, and she shook her head. She thought to herself as quiet filled the air once more, and she stared at herself in the mirror. There wasn't anything that ever really shoved her into this club, and she loved the money and the way that it made her feel powerful.

She was constantly torn and conflicted with herself. On the one hand, working at this club had led to private session gigs that made her a very wealthy woman, on the other hand - she's had to alienate herself from her friends and family, just because she didn't want the two worlds colliding.

She leaned forward and grabbed the wig that she had formed such a close relationship with, and pulled her hair back as she settled it onto her scalp. With that simple thing, she was a new woman.

She was fully Luna, the woman who had been living a secret life for the past seven years.

She glanced at the drawing that he had left with her, her thoughts now occupied with him once more and she sighed as she slid the drawer back and placed it inside, that way she could push the idea of him away.

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Paxton

“He was not at all beautiful... just odd-looking if one was honest.”