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[princeofwhores]

Oh, so you dare to forget about us? It's been far too long since we were allowed to appreciate the world outside; relocating to this place is no excuse. Have you no idea of how lonely we have been? Do you wish to kill us?

We thought not.

Therefore, we decree:

ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN AND MEN OF DEAR MUN, REPORT TO OUR ROYAL HAREM!

Clothes optional, naturally.

Comments

No idea. XD

[frailestreplica]

It partly refers to the fonons used in various artes. A Fon Master uses them in a lot of ways.

[princeofwhores]

Oh? And what is a fonon?

[frailestreplica]

Fonons are energy particles that belong to one of seven types.

[princeofwhores]

Oh, how interesting... is this a form of magic?

[frailestreplica]

Fonic artes are magic, but fonons makes up everything in the world and are used for everything including technology.

[princeofwhores]

How amazing... we are very fond of magic. Can you show us anything?

[frailestreplica]

Unfortunately not. All I know are high-level artes for protection, and how to read the Score.

[princeofwhores]

Ah, such a pity. May we have a kiss instead?

[frailestreplica]

[Blushing, he nods with a soft smile.]

[princeofwhores]

[Score~! Have a kiss, Ion.]

[frailestreplica]

[Kiss accepted, and reciprocated.]

[princeofwhores]

You're lovely...

[He hugs Ion close with a smile.]

[frailestreplica]

Not as much as you are.

[He nuzzles the prince's shoulder.]

[princeofwhores]

[He gently presses a kiss to Ion's forehead.]

My, have we stolen your heart?

[frailestreplica]

I think you might have.

[princeofwhores]

Ah, we are so happy~ ♥

[Have another kiss, Ion. A bit deeper this time.]

[frailestreplica]

[He's just as open as with the first kiss.]

[princeofwhores]

[Then he'll just tip Ion back a bit and lean over him.]

[frailestreplica]

[He rests one hand on Emir's chest gently but with no intent to stop him or anything.]

[princeofwhores]

[Smiling, Majid takes that hand in his own before stealing another kiss - this time on Ion's neck.]

[frailestreplica]

[on's breath catches and he tilts his head so he can keep going if he likes.]

[princeofwhores]

[Hmm, maybe a kiss on the collarbone, then?]

[frailestreplica]

[That's also welcome and Ion shivers,]

[princeofwhores]

[Hmm, how do one open these clothes? Pardon the prince as he explores.]

[frailestreplica]

[They don't open, he just has to pull them over the replica's head. Ion only has the robe, his tights, gloves, and the tuning fork-shaped necklace.]