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The next afterlife

[ In hindsight, it was obvious. Reapers worked tirelessly, for centuries, trying to reach that one final goal - to be forgiven. For most, the feat of learning the value of life was impossible. The depression that lingered with them after they took their own lives was only compounded by their roles as death gods. So many joyous lives cut short, the lucky mortal's record almost mocking the unfortunate reapers as they watched the panels flip past their eyes. Most would forget they even had a chance to be forgiven, drowning in the enteral job set before them.

But, on rare occurrences, a reaper would find themselves before a jury, summoned away from their desks overflowing with paperwork on scheduled deaths. That is where William stands now. And perhaps even more surprising, is the other who stands beside him - Grell Sutcliffe. William had hardly believed himself capable of forgiveness, but the redhead...she'd looked at the mortal realm and laughed, hardly caring (and often finding it amusing) if she was the listed cause of death for some of those unfortunate people. How she is here, as well, is beyond him.

The committee has decided the both of you have come to an understanding on how valuable life truly is.

The woman at the centre of the row of judges addresses them both. William's brow creases, but he refrains from asking the obvious question of why, lest he ruin their chances at eternal peace.

Now that that matter is dealt with, we will move on to assessing your sins as a mortal.

William's expression quickly shifts to honest surprise, his eyes widening and blinking in confusion. The term 'forgiven' had been a misnomer since the beginning. How had he been so naive to think all their wrong doings while they'd been alive would be waved off as if they'd meant nothing? Swallowing heavily, he gives a brief side glance to Grell. For the first time, in this afterlife, he is scared. ]

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Le Voyeur~

[ Reading the sign aloud seems to be the only response to his query, because she believes it to be a pretty good hint. With a smirk, she tugs at his arm whilst heading for the entrance! ]

Can’t be too picky, given the circumstances, don’t you think?

[ A contemplative hum. ]

I mean, I’ve never been much for sharing, but perhaps a compromise can be made in some way.

[ Upon entering, the hostess greets them with a seductive purr-like tone. She's not an imp, but a succubus, dressed in a black garment that somehow presents itself as professional and racy, at the same time. William gives it a look over with a contemplative hum. He may have to keep that style in mind the next time Grell wants to go shop for clothes.

Oh, I do hope you two are here to perform. We've had so many requests for ex-reapers lately. The latest kink, it seems. She gives William, in particular, a wink before checking him out in return. ]

Perform?

[ He's sure he knows now what the name of the business meant, but he would rather have clarification first. ]

[ Grell is also drinking in the sight of this enchantress, and when it occurs to her that William might be doing the same, her gaze flickers toward him to confirm it. Jealousy has her tail thrashing, as the woman continues to lay it on thick. Somehow, it just isn’t as cute when someone else is doing it to her man!

Slinking up against William’s back, she drapes her arms over and about his shoulders, claws playing along the scoop of his top, whilst nuzzling her head aside his neck. That should give her the hint. ]

Yes, please— tell us all the sordid little details.

[ Unlike the women of the London Dispatch who know better than to flirt with William T. Spears, this lady shows no intention to back off. In fact, the possessiveness the redhead shows over this man has her all the more intrigued with the couple, if not also quite a bit turned on. She steps down from the stool she'd been perched upon, grabs her tablet, and crosses towards them.

Follow me to the back rooms and I'll share all the dirty secrets of this place~

Her eyes lock on Grell's, and with a lick of her lips, she runs a finger down the front of William's vest. Her painted nails hook into one of the straps as she tugs him to follow her. Which he does, with a surprising lack of complaints! ]

[ Grell becomes momentarily distracted by the tablet, allowing the succubus to get close! She’s touching William, now - pulling him away! Now, she could lock her hold on him, really sink in her claws… but she won’t, not to her dearest.

Still, it’s tempting, seeing as he’s not resisted the touch. What’s happened with his aversion to personal contact?

Crossing her arms with a frown, she pursues closely behind - until she is able to snatch the woman’s hand, and quite roughly pull her closer. This time, she’ll be the one to hold her gaze. ]

Tread carefully, darling.

[ Grell doesn’t quite push her in the direction that they were headed, but she might as well have! ]

[ It's when Grell shoves at her, that the woman grabs hold of her wrist, pulling herself right up against Grell's chest. Breast to breast, she teases her fingers along the delicate fabric of her dress. She leans in, as if to take Grell in a kiss, only to stop a breath away.

Jealousy looks exceptionally sexy on you.

With the succubus no longer focused on him, William shakes his head, as if coming out of a daze. Turning, he catches the sight of the two and interrupts with a loud clearing of his throat. It gets the lady's attention again and she grins.

Oh~ seems it looks great on both of you. I'll add that to your tags.

And as if nothing had happened between them, at all, she steps back, taking up her tablet to poke away at it.

Thoroughly lost at this terminology (and devise), William's creased brow shifts to one of confusion. ]

Tags?

—oh.

[ Grell is taken so off-guard that she seems to forget why she was angry! She’s always been the offending party, her outrageousness typically met with disgust— so, this? She’s not entirely sure what to do with it! A flush lightly kisses her skin upon feeling those wandering hands, she doesn’t even think to stop the kiss that is presumably happening!

And, just as suddenly, the succubus leaves her.

Wait, WAS William jealous? Because that’s the important thing to take away from this. Cupping her cheeks, she grins!

As for the tags, well, she actually was looking to William for his input, so now, she’s just left visibly shrugging. ]

I’m not going to wear a collar, if that’s what you’re insinuating.

[ The succubus pauses in her typing to give Grell a judging look. Wow, these reapers are either really old or really lame for not being up-to-date with the latest trends. A roll of her eyes.

No, it isn't. But that would get you some interesting patrons if you were willing.

A shrug and she holds the tablet higher, at eye level, to take photos of the two. The small flash the device makes has William blinking again, obviously not expecting it. ]

You didn't answer my question. And what is that damned thing?

[ I need to make profiles for you two. Tags are...keywords that let those interested know what you're willing to do. We also add ones for physical attributes. That red hair aught to get you a few takers. And this, She waggles the tablet around in the air in front of her. is a tablet. You should probably get with the times.

William has to replay her description in his head a few times, slowly understanding. Hopefully. ]

[ The flash leaves Grell blinking hard, briefly pressing the back of her palms over her eyes with a grumble. ]

Of course we’d need a photograph when I’m not wearing makeup… [ HEAVY SIGH. ]

Well, darling, how fortunate we must be, having you to show us. [ With planting her hands on her waist, it’s a surprise that she isn’t more annoyed by the other woman’s attitude. ] Not more than half a day in, no less!

[ In fact, she might even be amused by the other, to a degree. She’s inched closer to take a better peek at the screen, anyway. ]

[ What Grell will see is cropped versions of the photos she just snapped, then various questions with white boxes below each one, presumably for answers. If Grell's skilled at reading upside-down, she'll be able to read the tags the woman has already added.

#exreaper #fresh #freshmeat #couple #jealousy #reapereyes #redhead #redhair #blackhair #beast #furry #feline #catears #cattail #avian #feathers

She taps another section, one below 'Alias', then looks back up at the two.

Do you want to go anonymous or with a stage name - you know what, nevermind. You're new and I don't have time for you both to make one up. She types in 'Red' and 'Black' for each then moves on.

So, male. She indicates William with a casual point of her finger, then shifts it to Grell, giving her a look up and down, focusing on specific spots. And...both? A grin as she waits for the redhead's confirmation. ]

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[ Indeed, Grell can read them, and her tail sways with intrigue as her eyes scan them over. Fresh meat gets a snort out of her - and she’s fortunate enough not to know about the connotations behind furry just yet.

Her attention wanders immediately after, taking in the experience of this tablet; something between a miniature television screen and illuminated book. ]

—Hm? [ Ah. Right. That question. Tossing her hair behind a shoulder, she sighs! ]

A woman - with everything to offer. [ A roll of the eyes. ] So, yes.

[ The succubus gives a purr, licking her lips as she reestablishes eye contact with Grell. mmmn, my favorite type~

William, on the other hand, has an ever increasing furrow to his brow. He taps his foot impatiently but finally interjects. In the most William way possible, of course; with a hefty shove to Grell, situating himself between the two. ]

What else do you need to know so we can get on with this? Honestly.

[ Amused, she gives a short giggle, finally leading them to a private room. The lighting is low and warm toned. There's a stage of sorts, housing a bed, as well as other furniture that could serve as a good surface to fuck on. Around a dozen chairs sit before the stage, presumably for the voyeurs. Then, beside the stage is a shop of sorts. Various toys, paddles, lubrications, rope; each with a price beside.

You'll perform here. You can do whatever you'd like, but it's best you start with a set idea. It will get high tippers in. Everyone has a kink or two...probably more~ And they'll pay well to view what gets them off hardest.

You can use any of the equipment we offer, but the price of each item will be taken from the tips you receive. The remainder, you're free to keep. But if you don't have enough to cover, you'll be in debt to us. I'll explain the consequences of that if and when the times comes. She bites her lip with a grin, perhaps indicating that whatever it is might be one of her kinks.

So, what other tags should I add? ]

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[ The shock of this flirtatious onslaught has begun to wear off, and Grell may even be warming up to it— until William intervenes, anyway! The shove catches her completely off guard, being that her mind is scattered between all the happenings of the day; it leaves her stumbling less than gracefully, and she only recovers by grabbing onto his arm. And she’ll stay in his arm, until they’re introduced to their room. ]

Hm~. I always knew that I was meant for the stage - but this isn’t quite what I had in mind…

[ Wandering over to the shop display, she leans in close to inspect the selection. Finger idly running under her chin, she hums in thought while shooting William a glance. ]

Exactly how naughty do you want to be, Will, my love~♥️?

[ William's even more surprised by the situation they've gotten themselves into. But what's taking him back more is his willingness to participate in such a thing. Maybe it's the effect of the Lust ring. Maybe it's something he'd never realized could get him off. Humming to himself, unsure of the answer, he joins Grell in perusing the selection. ]

You are the naughty one. I simply keep you in line.

[ Unwilling to touch any of the items, lest they have to pay for it anyway, he simply gestures to the lot of rubber toys. One of which looks like a series off orbs on a rope. ]

Honestly, how are some of these items even meant to be used?

I suppose we never did get into toys, mn?

[ Grell’s teeth press into her bottom lip with a delicious little chuckle. Her hand rubs along the small of William’s while leaning into him. ]

I just can’t get enough of you.

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Yes, you've made that abundantly clear over the centuries.

[ He'll give her a side-eye, but for once it's not accompanied by a frown. But, attention back on the topic at hand, as their hostess seems to be getting impatient with them. He pauses in perusing to address the lady. ]

Add on one of those tag items for excessively loud moaning.

[ That gets a chuckle out of her, and she’ll cup a cheek while batting her lashes unapologetically! ]

Guilty— but, yes, we ought to use it to our advantage! [ Oh, but then, she has an idea that has her eyes widening brightly. ] What if we had our patrons select what we use, by buying the items for us? What would you label it— interactive, perhaps?

[ The succubus looks back up after typing in William's suggestion.

That is a viable option, yes. But keep in mind, some voyeurs will look at paying for toys as their means of tipping. No matter if it's actually going to the establishment.

William frowns, looking over the array of items again, contemplating the best course of action. This is a serious matter, okay! ]

Perhaps we can choose a basic act and give them 2-3 choices on what we use along with it. Otherwise I feel we'll be using up the entire inventory before our session is over.

[ The shelf containing various paddles and floggers seems to have gained his attention. ]

Add on 'spanking', 'punishment' and 'obedience'.

[ The woman gives a very approving lick of her lips before obliging. ]

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[ Grell considers their points with a contemplative hum, cupping her chin - and, inevitably, she frowns and nods. What they say makes sense, after all. Their current priority isn’t to own an arsenal of sex toys. She owns a single pair of underwear, with a hole in them, and William is likely starving by now.

Oh. William’s declaration has just sunken in. Grell, too, licks her lips! ]

Oh, God yes. [ Turning to him, she kneads her hands over his shoulders as she slinks her arms about them, looking as though she could just devour him alive. ] I can’t wait to get started. They had better arrive with thick wallets.

[ There's another snap sound, and if they turn to look, they'll see the succubus capturing them with another photo.

A few intimate photos will draw voyeurs in better than simple mug shots.

She looks ready to snap a few more, should they wish to pose. William, of course remains still! ]

[ Grell does, in fact, look! (See, she’s catching on!) Giggling, she leans back, in favor of taking William’s hand, and walks him back toward the bed. Plopping down on its edge - since, damn it all, her new legs have added on extra height - she appears to be starving in an entirely different manner. Even if it’s been but an hour since they Christianed their new room. ]

Pull my hair and kiss me, my darling♥️

[ William doesn't join her on the bed, but merely leans down into her space. His hand roughly grips her hair at the base of her neck, but he does not indulge her in a kiss, lingering a breath away. ]

We have yet to begin our show and you're already demanding things me? You certainly do deserve this spanking.

[ The sting at her scalp has her drawing a breath; sharp, but sweet. ]

I do, don't I?

[ Her eyes glaze just so, under her already heavy lids. ]

However do you manage to fancy a naughty girl like me? [ Settling her hands on his waist, her fingertips tease under the waist of his pants. ] Unfortunate, that our audience has yet to arrive.

I ask myself the same question every day.

[ He abruptly releases her hair and stands fully upright, again. His gaze flicks over to the succubus. ]

Do whatever it is you have to do to start this whole ordeal. Honestly, you do not want to be around this thing when it gets impatient.

[ As demeaning as ever. How romantic! ]

[ Grell relaxes with an exhale, though not with relief! ]

What a tease. [ Licking over her lips, she rakes a hand through her hair to tidy it up a bit - all while glancing back to said succubus. ] I hope you got that.

[ Swinging her legs up onto the bed, she rolls onto her stomach. There, she props her chin atop her palms, legs idly swinging along with her tail. ]

And he's right, you know. I can be a bit of a terror.

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