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19 / F / Bi / 8♣
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Miss Tohsaka is a complicated young woman who finds it difficult to open up to others. Beyond that prickly (or impish) exterior is a young woman of versatility. While Miss Tohsaka can be both your devil and your angel, she can also be much more. A wealth of curiosity, willingness to try new things, and her own taste for variety means that she may just be able to scratch an itch or fill a niche that you just haven't been able to yet.
My Future PlansIs ambition Miss Tohsaka's middle name? It just might be. She intends to become well known in the community of Mages — hoping to live up to not only her father's legacy, but the legacy of her family's name. However, before that...
It seems like Miss Tohsaka is "in it to win it"! Our lovely bachelorette is determined to win the Game of our local resort. It seems she has a specific wish she wants granted, an ideal prize in mind, but so far she's been secretive as to what it is. Are you able to pry it from her plump little lips?
Rumor has it that Miss Tohsaka comes from a long pedigree of Mages, and was born with a rare ability. Aside from being a veritable super-battery of magical energy, she also has been raised as a mage for over ten years. How studious. Do you think any of that might have... other uses?
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and FoodUnfortunately Miss Tohsaka doesn't indulge in most hobbies that don't have a practical purpose. The tomes she reads are informational texts about magic, her gardening is for crafting potions, and her workouts are... you guessed it! To keep her combat ability up.
Perhaps you're the right person to intervene. Teach her to live a little! Let her hair down, and loosen up. How can an uptight girl like her actually win the Game if she's so closed off and guarded? Take her out for some fun, teach her a new hobby, or have her engage with yours!
Oh, dear. Miss Tohsaka's tastes are so varied that it's hard to pinpoint just one type of ideal! Big, muscly men — soft, curvy women — or even someone in that sweet androgynous spot... What really catches her eye is a challenge, or an easy win. Put her to the test or roll over for her.
Do be kind and make sure to praise her. As someone who lost her father early, poor Miss Tohsaka has been starved for validation. Or, perhaps... you could indulge her on the opposite end of the spectrum? Such an arrogant girl deserves a little punishment, and as much as she punishes herself some help might be appreciated. If not, she may just end up punishing you, and making you her prey.
WINE
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
MIMES
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES
.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
BOTH
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
WINTER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH
ISTP-T
★★★☆☆
Kind of vanilla, but fun to tease. Would like exploring more of what can make him squirm, and hear him beg.
★★★★☆
Exciting and experimental. I guess I do like girls too, huh? Maybe we can incorporate magic next time.
★★★☆☆
Interesting. Curious about his body. Am I... a furry? Is that what you call it?
★★☆☆☆
Annoying, but workable. Mediocre, but because she's too vanilla and not entirely on technique.
★☆☆☆☆
Absolutely atrocious. Wish I could give negative stars. No more to say.
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Fucking figures that he'd catch someone's eye when he's in this state, huh. Of course someone taller, with a better-looking face and a stronger build, would garner this sort of attention. Not that he ever doubted it, but having it proven so blatantly feels pretty shit, as it turns out. (Nothing's been proven???) ]
Hmph. [ Fuuta's expression remains guarded as a result, and he looks the 'stranger' over once more before turning towards the bar. ] Fine. You're not gonna learn anything, but if you're gonna buy me a drink as apology for bothering me, I'll take it.
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[With a flourish the 'prince' waves down the bartender before gesturing Fuuta to make his way toward the line of stools that sit in a row before it. They can settle in more comfortable seating after they grab there drinks, before for now they need to get close enough to order.]
My, my. I never thought a strapping young man would be more defensive and stubborn than a nun! You learn something new every day.
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I'm not defensive about anything. It's normal to be weirded out by any guy who thinks it's fine to start a conversation by just grabbing someone's hand, let alone kissing it. You ever heard about a thing called personal space?
[ Fuuta looks away only so he can glance over the little menu displayed on the bartop, placing an order of a cocktail -- the most expensive one on the menu, Rin might note -- before looking back to 'him.' ]
What's your deal, anyway. Even if you're some sort of knight or something, shouldn't you still know to be proper around people?
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Well, if Fuuta is The Girl then it's a good thing she's the guy in this scenario.]
What's proper for you and proper for me may be different. Are you some kind of prejudiced young man? Insisting on rigid roles for what's acceptable for men and women? What's proper and what's not? Hm... perhaps you've been here for a shorter time than I have if you're so scandalized by a simple press of lips so chastely on the back of your hand.
[Rin wants to order something girly — sweet, fruity, and colorful — but refrains. Instead the tall blue eyed "man" orders a simple Manhattan.]
I'll... [appologize? eugh] not kiss your hand again without permission.
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And with that order placed, Fuuta gives a haughty little 'hmph!' as he takes his seat on the bar, elbow resting on the bartop so he can prop his chin up. ]
Good. You shouldn't be doing that to anyone, you know. Not just me.
[ And here comes the annoying lecture, complete with dismissive waves of the hand to punctuate his main points: ]
I've been here more than long enough, for your information. And it's not a matter of men and women. Don't go thinking I'm some sort of closed-minded sexist! It's about consent, which should apply to everyone equally, you know. It's basic respect not to touch people or invade their privacy like that without their consent, without introducing yourself first and making sure the contact is wanted. You're the one that's behind on the times, not me, if you don't even know about something like that.
[ Even one of the other bar patrons is giving him the side eye with how punchable he's being right now. ]
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[Go figure. Fuuta, you're her friend. But you're also an insecure little shithead. Anyway—]
Why don't we restart, then? My name is Mitsuzuri Minori.
[She may be dressed up like a western prince, but she still has her Japanese features. The only thing that muddles the question of her lineage are Rin's blue eyes. Somehow staying with her family for generations after her ancestors mixed with the mages in Europe during their magecraft training.
Also she couldn't think of a name, so she just stole from Ayako's brother. At least he'll never know she owes him an apology.]
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It sure is an expensive-looking glass, simple and elegant, filled with an amber liquid and topped off with a sprinkling of gold flakes and a spiral of citrus peel. Details that Fuuta fails to fully appreciate as he just takes a sip like the boorish young man he is.
At least it's tasty, earning a lick of the lips afterward before he returns his attention to 'Mitsuzuri' with eyes narrowed. ]
Kajiyama Fuuta. [ And with that minimum courtesy out of the way: ] You have a Japanese name, but you look like that and you talk about how the way I'm dressed is familiar? What kinda place are you from?
[ Is he from an honest-to-god isekai setting. He's going to get a migraine if this guy mentions anything about being sent to another world. ]
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[She wonders how much of this persona's lie she can make into a half-truth? The 'princely' figure with Fuuta seems to be glowing despite the scrutiny placed on 'him' and the fact that the drink that's been ordered is incredibly simple compared to Fuuta's.]
Before arriving here I was expected to go through with an arranged marriage, but I'm not sure any upstanding lady will want me after my stay here. What about yourself, friend?
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But in the end, he lets it pass. Mitsuziru's backstory sounds believable enough that he doesn't have the grounds to say anything ... yet. Fucking annoying prettyboy. He looks so full of himself. Fuuta gives a quiet huff, then takes another sip of his drink. ]
Somewhere normal. With none of this stupid horny bullshit going on.
[ And another sip. This thing's tasty. Fuuta, oblivious to the way the slightest touch of heat is rising in his cheeks, looks back to his barmate with eyes narrowed. ]
And just so you know, I think that's stupid. If someone's gonna judge you for your sexual history. For one thing, whatever happens here is your business, not anyone else's, and for another, people who care about 'virginity' and 'purity' and all that have their priorities skewed. That's some real old-fashioned nonsense.
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['Mitsuzuri' follows suit with Fuuta and begins working on his own drink. The alcohol burns some in the first sip, but subsequent tastes turn that into more of a tingling warmth that prickles the skin delightfully.]
Thank you for pre-emptively defending my honor, even though you don't quite seem to like me. You're a pretty good lad beyond that scowl. I wonder if I'd be able to see more of your lovely eye color if you were in a better mood...
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Hmph. It's not a matter of liking you or not. It's a matter of principle. [ He's ended up finishing his drink, and Fuuta drains the rest before putting the glass down; his next blink comes a little slower, the alcohol starting to warm through his veins as he gives a slow exhale. ] ... you're annoying, but that doesn't change the fact that judging people based on 'purity' is stupid. Even back then there were ways of staying safe, weren't there? As long as you're not, like, cheating on a partner and lying, what you decide to do in bed is your own business as long as you use protection.
[ Another throaty breath. Man, that drink really was tasty. After an absent lick at his lips, he leans forward to request another one -- "I'll pay for that one. Start a tab for me." ]
Don't worry, I'm not some scumbag trying to take advantage of your wallet. [ He can't help looking to Mitsuzuri for affirmation after saying that. Like -- it's so honorable of him not to be a scumbag, right? Praise him a bit more, come on. ]
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[In this moment Rin isn't sure if she's speaking from the heart or some facsimile of sociable behavior. She thinks it's true that people are like that. True that friends would want to be able to cover for others as a token of gratitude for their time and company. But maybe it's also a bit too real. Maybe Rin wants people to truly rely on her. To trust her with parts of their lives to handle and care for.
This isn't the time or place to unpack that. Instead "Mitsuzuri" drinks down his own and orders a lemon drop.]