ONCE YOU'RE MINE

R I V E R ￭ TWENTYFIVE ￭ E S C O R T | .eat your heart out like jeffrey dahmer. | YOURS FOR THE NIGHT -------------------- ----------------------IF THE PRICE IS RIGHT NSFW | 18+ | MATURE CONTENT Original Character - Fallout: NV Single verse. No Multishipping. Alternate universe prompts OK. Flexible to crossing timelines. T R A C K I N G | VERONIKARIVERA

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Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, this is your humble host, Mister New Vegas - thanking you for staying tuned, and keeping me company; because without you, I’d be terribly lonely. It’s been a long day, the sun was burning bright, the temperatures were sweltering, and the strip was buzzing. Hopefully your day was as great as mine, folks. If not, well, there’s always tomorrow. It’ll be a new dawn, a new day, a new life for all of us, and remember New Vegas. I’m only feeling good, if you’re feeling good.

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I want the K

I WANT THE K 1-21: 6 [GENTLE PECK]

After a tragically disappointing session with one of her regulars, River found herself lounging down with the riff-raffs. Normally she kept away from the lower levels of Gomorrah, since she found she was more likely to end up being groped by morons, and just having pathetic men drool over her without paying. “Mn.” she scoffed, eying a couple in the corner. One of the girls riding on a man’s lap, surely not having received payment… Oh lord this place sometimes. Just when the young woman was about to head off, she noticed a clean, out of place man. One that seemed that maybe he had the caps, and could handle her nature. This was, of course, all in theory — for all she knew, he was some bum in off the streets, looking for a quick trick at a discount. Discount… the word made her sick to her stomach. Without wasting any time, River made her way over, hips swaying with each step. She made sure to stride gracefully, shoulders back, chin up. Hopefully, he’d realize that she was worth wasting caps on, compared to the dirty whores of the basement. "Well hello." River let a playful smile pull at her painted lips, her hands coming to run across his shoulders, dropping rather roughly down on his lap. "I don’t think you belong down here…" she shook her head, letting a perfectly spiraled curl fall in her face while she leaned in, giving the man a quick, soft kiss on his bottom lip. "I think you should come upstairs with me." she said very matter-of-factually.

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I want the K // what did you expect really man

I WANT THE K 1-21: 10 [NECK KISS]

It had been a particularly long (and unpleasant) day of hard work. Of course, it wasn’t hard for her, just the men that fell at her feet. Most of the mutts hadn’t been worth her attention, and certainly nothing more than that. It was obvious that River was a step above most of the rabble at Gomorrah. She wasn’t the lay down and take it type, do most people didn’t want her brand of attention — but the ones that did, were willing to pay for more than a quick lap dance. Trotting off stage with her chin up, River noticed a body that stood out in the crowd. Now, there were common ‘types’ at Gomorrah. The wealthy, but horridly disfigured: Ghouls, older gentlemen, lazy pricks that cheated on their wives. The poor, and terribly bored that came to stare at the girls, but never really intended to request their company. And of course, the mercenaries, the NCR and those that made enough caps to enjoy the attention of the women, but didn’t have the time to settle down with a good wife.This woman didn’t seem to fit any of those standards. Perking up a little, River skipped over, hands moving to fluff her hair and smooth across her tight, black dress. “Well.” she hummed with a smile, bringing a hand to trace along the line of the other woman’s jaw. “I haven’t seen you here before.” couldn’t be some new recruit, didn’t seem like some rich man’s pet, and was at the bar, which meant she wasn’t an employee. In short, River was highly interested. When it boiled down to business, women were usually more entertaining, and significantly cleaner. "So, are you looking for something specific? Just here to watch the dancers?" she would be terribly disappointed if the woman was here looking for the company of some walking cock, or one of the Ghouls… "Or?" River let her fingers press against the underside of the womans chin, tilting her head back slightly so she could place a gentle, wet kiss at the curve of her neck before speaking lowly, "Would you like some more… personal entertainment."

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I want the K

I WANT THE K 1-21: 12 [CHEST KISS]

Fingers busied with exploring the rises and the falls of the elaborate scarring across the man’s chest. “That probably didn’t feel too good…” she let out a deep sigh, clearly frustrated with his choices to heal naturally, rather than speed up the process and reduce scarring with Stimpaks. He was constantly on about the patchwork of scars across his flesh. Where he found them absolutely appalling, River was just completely fascinated with them. Not for some morbid obsession with the stories behind them, not some odd fetish that had to do with broken flesh and ghoul-like markings — but because they were his scars, on his body. "This one seems pretty new." she said, slipping a digit across the length of a bright pink that trailed from his shoulder down to his ribs. It was a long, thick scar that looked like it was still just finishing up the healing process. "Is it tender?" River asked, chewing at the inside of her lip, looking at the little lumps of tissue just beneath the thin layers of skin. Leaning in slightly, she glanced up to her friend, offering a gentle smile. “You know, when I was young…” her hand slipped away from the jagged scar. “Mama told me, kisses make everything better.” something she’d believed with everything she was. Without another word, she pressed her lips to his shoulder, kissing down the trail of marred flesh. “Maybe they do.” she leaned back, grabbing a Stimpak off the side table and jabbing it into his upper arm, hoping to catch him off guard. “Stimpaks help too…”

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Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

1: Hot, Steamy kiss

2: Cheek Kiss

3: Nose Kiss

4: Forehead Kiss

5: Firm Kiss

6: Gentle Peck

7: Romantic Kiss

8: Eyelid Kiss

9: Jawline Kiss

10: Neck Kiss

11: Collarbone Kiss

12: Chest Kiss

13: Stomach Kiss

14: Kiss Along the Hips

15: Kiss in the Rain

16: Upside-Down Kiss

17: Goofy Kiss

18: Underwater Kiss

19: Forceful Kiss

20: Any of the Above

21: Then there’s tongue

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DARK HORSE | KATY PERRY I knew you were, you were gonna come to me. And here you are, but you better choose carefully. Cause I am capable of anything, of anything, and everything. Make me your Aphrodite, make me your one and only.

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VERONIKA "RIVER" RIVERA - TWENTY FIVE - ESCORT                                   VERSE: STRICTLY FALLOUT NEW VEGAS

.APPEARANCE & GEAR.

HEIGHT : 5'6”   WEIGHT : 130lbs   BUILD : SLENDER HAIR COLOR : BROWN  EYE COLOR : BLUE SKIN : TAN CLOTHING : NOT MUCH...  WEAPON(S) : SWITCHBLADE, BOOBS AND ASS GEAR : WHATEVER GOMORRAH LETS HER HAVE, NOT MUCH  TATTOOS : NONE SCARS : NOT MANY SCARS, A FEW SCATTERED HERE AND THERE.

.RELATIONSHIPS.

STATUS : STRIPPER, ESCORT, AVAILABLE. CHILDREN : ABSOLUTELY NONE, ONE MISCARRIAGE. FATHER : TIBER BAPTISTE (SLAVER) MOTHER : MARISHA RIVERA (SLAVE) SIBLINGS : UNKNOWN

.CURRENT LOCATION & STATUS.

LOCATION : LIVING IN A SUITE AT GOMORRAH STATUS : MOSTLY DECENT, AT LEAST FOR TODAY NEXT STOP : HAVEN'T LEFT GOMORRAH IN EIGHT YEARS.

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FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS, AND THEIR ANSWERS. *Disclaimer, since people are getting all kinds of butt hurt over this. I’ll let you know right now, that most of this is ABSOLUTELY sarcastic and in jest. Feelings are not meant to be hurt, and if you have questions about why I unfollowed, or didn’t follow, please just visit my inbox. I assure you it’s not because you’re stupid, and I hate your face. Or because you like Mitt Romney… Well… Maybe because you like Mitt Romney.

ARE YOU STRICTLY FALLOUT?

Fallout: New Vegas, specifically. Yes, I am strictly Fallout. I don’t roleplay with vampires, werewolves or anything that doesn’t live in the Fallout verse. Dar is, and always will be living in the Fallout Verse. I might, occasionally, rarely have AU paras (solo), or partake in small AU events for fun, but never anything ongoing. (For example, if someone sends an AU inbox prompt, I would write it) 

WHY ARE YOU STRICTLY FALLOUT?

Because I don’t like multi-verse characters. I don’t care if you want to play in a multi-verse, that’s your choice, but I don’t want to, and I’m not going to. In short, na-na-na, it’s my blog. 

WHY DON’T YOU FOLLOW / ROLEPLAY WITH MULTI-CHARACTER BLOGS?

Because they’re messy, and I don’t want to. I don’t like clutter on my dash, so I don’t follow people with more than two muses — and rarely will I even do that. Why? Because I’m not going to write with 10 characters (usually they’re multi verses anyway), and I only follow blogs that I interact with. 

WHY DON’T YOU SHIP WITH MULTI-SHIPPERS?

If you want to multi-ship, hey power to you. My character is single verse, and thus has one relationship (unless he’s cheating). I don’t like the idea of shipping with someone that has multiple ships, that’s just that. I’m not here to ship anyway.

WHY ARE YOU SUCH A JACKASS?

*Elitist.

WHY DIDN’T YOU REPLY TO ME / MY STARTER?

Pick your favorite: You placed me. You modded me. You spoke for me. You assumed my character doing / thinking something. You wrote one line when I wrote a bunch. You didn’t understand the scene. You’re not in the Fallout Verse. You’re stupid, and I don’t like your face. You like Mitt Romney. You like Nickleback. 

WHY DID YOU UNFOLLOW ME / WHY DIDN’T YOU FOLLOW ME?

Pick your favorite: Because I didn’t want to. Because you post too much ooc. Because you have 2+ characters. Because you’re single-verse, and it’s not Fallout. Because your character would never interact with mine, logically. Because you’re a crappy writer*. Because you post one line, and I don’t do that. Because you’re obnoxious. Because I’m obnoxious. Because I’m an elitist. Because you like Mitt Romney. Because you like Nickleback.  *Crappy writer, being: someone that mods my character, doesn’t actually follow the plot / storyline / what my para is, someone that does stupid ass shit like “*leans over and kisses u*”.