Intro || No event || Aphro - as much as desired

[stoppattingme]

Monaco is distantly aware of the sweet aroma of flowers when she stirs from her sleep. She'll come to find, eventually, that the bedsheets she lays atop are peppered with rose petals, and bouquets of various flora surround her, but it's a secondary thought to the fact that she can't seem to move her hands. In fact, they are bound together above her

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[savoureux]

[[ooc; placeholder tag since i need to sleep, but your monaco is good, you shouldn't worry about it!]]

Now Francis had heard a lot of very bad things about this hotel. He'd been warned that he'd never escape, he'd been warned he'd be tortured, he'd been warned that there were horrible misfortunes to come. But so far, he'd gotten fucked, fucked, been on a Disney ride and found most of his friends around the corridors of the hotel. So as for believing that the hotel was filled with evil and horrible things, Francis was yet to be convinced.

And when he'd walked by a certain room smelling of sweet musk and roses in bloom, his heart stopped at the view provided. For all he'd ever seen of Monaco, Francis had never imagined his 'little sister' to be in a position like this. And sure, he was the protective sort. He was fiercely loyal and extremely compassionate, and above all else, empathetic to the point of fault. But all of those emotions, at least for the moment, were cast away as blues traced up the lines of long legs sheathed in white

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[stoppattingme]

"Monsieur France!" She exclaims the moment she notices the man's approach. Finally, someone that she's sure will help her. Certainly he must have some answers to enlighten her with; some explanation as to where she is right now, and why. He will release her from this disconcerting state of bondage that is presently compromising her virtue. .. Right?

It doesn't even occur to her that this might be one of France' machinations - she knows that the man has his moments of lechery, but he's a good man; an honest, kind man, and he'd never try such things with her, would he? Not that she's never thought about it; she's just grown used to always being seen as a little sister.She tries to not look terribly ruffled as she turns her head towards him, refusing to let herself act as the damsel in distress, though it would otherwise appear that she is exactly that. No, she is a mature, proud woman, and she will look the part. It's only unfortunate that she can't keep the vivid shade of pink from rising to her cheeks, and she unconsciously draws her

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[savoureux]

It's charming how excited Monaco is to see him, of all the people in the world that could stumble in to this room. It's true, he is her big brother figure, but then again, France is a lot of people's big brother figure. So he had no problem sauntering over to the bed, falling to a knee against the bed, allowing his head to fall to a shoulder as he watched his prey fellow country squirm. "Ah, my dear, dear Monaco; how is it that you find yourself in these situations?" asked Francis.

Fingers skimmed down one stocking-clad leg, knuckles brushing against the side of her knee, down her calves to the leather restraints holding her feet. Merde. Merde. He really didn't want to let her go, 'little sister' or not. He felt a little torn; Monaco's internal monologues were right (despite the fact he wasn't privy to them): Francis was a good, honest man. And a compassionate one, which made him feel bad for his poor little country, tied up and helpless in his restraints.

At the same time, good Camus but this was a sight to see. His hand gripped at

[stoppattingme]

Of course, France is the person she seems trust more than anyone else, so it's only natural to be relieved to see him; a face of normality in a place she's unfamiliar with. Then again, it is entirely possible that her view of him might be somewhat skewed, as he has helped her so many times in the past, that she can hardly imagine him doing any wrong.

For all intents and purposes, however, that question sounds rhetorical, and her gaze flits away from him, if only for a moment, embarrassed. "J.. Just get them off."

When she feels that hand against her leg, however, her voice disappears somewhere into the abyss; an abyss filled with lost voices and words forgotten and things-that-should-have-been-said-but-weren't, and she can do little else but bite her bottom lip in silent scolding. That hand is so warm, and the aphrodisiac laden air that she's been breathing in since she woke up sparks to life somewhere in her insides, awoken by little more than that touch and the faint scent of France that only barely graces her senses at this

[heroiccia]

Alfred hummed happily to himself as he walked around the hotel while munching on a hamburger. It had been a remarkably quiet day for him so far, and while that was not how he had normally lived his life it was quite a nice change for what kinds of situations that he had usually found himself in. Finishing up his burger with a small moan before turning to enter into a room, some sleep would be nice right now.

Opening a door to his left before coming across the sight of a bound Monaco and quickly becoming giddy. It looked like he had a chance to be the hero today too! Of course this being America he didn't initially take in what she was wearing. "Hey don't worry the hero is here to help ya out!"

[stoppattingme]

Oh -- how embarrassing it is to be seen in this position, but as she notices the man in the doorway, she supposes that it's better a friend than a stranger, or someone that might try to take advantage of her vulnerable situation.

Though somewhat flushed, she nods towards him in silent greeting. Gosh, does he have to be so loud, though? She'd like to keep this awful situation known only among the fewest number of people as possible. She keeps this to herself, though; not wanting to be rude when someone is offering to help. "Thank you, Mr. America. If you could please hurry -- this is not my proudest moment."

[heroiccia]

"Yeah no problem!" Approaching her on the bed before a form of familiarty popped into his head. Doesn't he know this lady from somewhere? He felt as though he probably should, after all she seemed to recognize him. Plus she did seem familiar, like someone he doesn't really talk to a whole lot but has still spent a little bit of time around. Frowning and bring his eyebrows together in though as he started to untie her.

"Hey, um...don't I know you from somewhere?"

[stoppattingme]

Her brow creases slightly at that question, and she almost looks offended, if only for a moment. She thought that America and herself had fairly good relations. True, they don't see each other often, and she does usually keep herself fairly busy most of the time, so perhaps she is rarely noticed by other people, and she is a very small country, so she might be overlooked easily by the oblivious man beside her, but..

"O-of course! It's Monaco.. !" She states, appearing to be the slightest bit flustered, though it's mostly due to her fretting over her politics, now, than at Alfred.

[pays_de_lamour]

France's Big Sister senses are tingling, which is why she decides to peek into this room. Despite not recognising Monaco as a female, she is still intrigued by this pretty young thing unfortunate enough to have become tied up in such a fashion. Well, lucky for her, Françoise is here to make her more comfortable.

"Bonjour... How did you end up this way, if I may ask~?" The tone of her voice suggests that she would perhaps like to thank whoever is responsible.

[stoppattingme]

Oh no -- she doesn't recognize that voice, even though the tone, inflection, and accent is so very familiar; just like the man she's come to accept as her big brother figure.

It must be a citizen of France' fine country, she thinks. Still, Monaco can't help but notice a few similarities in their appearance, but that is not uncommon, either. At least it's a woman, rather than a man, even if it is a stranger to her. Surely there's nothing between them that the other hasn't seen before, so it's slightly less shameful.

"Ah.. I'm afraid I don't know. If you could help me up, I would be very grateful."

[pays_de_lamour]

"Hmm. Of course, I will see what I can do. I should warn you, though... the last time I encountered bonds of this nature, they would not open with simple keys or buckles," she explains as she sets to work examining the restraints. "Sometimes the Hotel will not set its captives free until they are..." She pauses to glance up at Monaco and smiles a bit deviously. "...Set free."

[stoppattingme]

"W-what?"

It's the only thing she can manage at first, upon hearing that keys might not work. But if not that, then what else could possibly be done? ...And furthermore, why is she referring to this place as though it's a living thing?

"Hotel?" She asks next, confusion deepening, and it shows slightly in the crease forming at her brow. That's where she is? "Miss...? I don't understand."

[progloria]

It's her voice. Her little grunts and sighs of frustration that echoes in his ears, and keeps it ringing until he finds her. He walks towards her bed, inhales the sweetness of the flowers and it smothered him in it. At once, he sneezed, loudly announcing an entrance that he wasn't hiding away. He barely acknowledges her, instead taking in the scenery in which she's placed in. Only after does he turn his eyes on her, raking his gaze over her body. He's not surprised to find her in the situation she is in; hell, he woke up here in a similar situation, trapped by the conditions of his body. And if he had to suffer through his initiation, so did this pretty little thing here.

"Nice bra," said Prussia, and he promptly sat cross legged on the bed, in the area between her legs where he could, if he had noticed, lean just so to see that there is a certain piece of clothing that was lacking.

"Nice legs too, what time do they- Oh, oh. Wait. I guess they already are," and with that he snapped his fingers to add to his sarcasm. He looks at her

[stoppattingme]

She startles when she hears that noise, but it doesn't show much more than a slight, sudden jerk of her knee, and a small clang of metal against the bars of the bed. Honestly -- was that entirely necessary?

She peers over at him, brows knitting slightly at the less than polite greeting, and even more so when he opts to take that seat in the least appropriate location possible.

Her eyes narrow at him, legs shifting briefly to test her bonds, hoping to close them at least marginally, but she gives up quickly when, no, she can barely move them at all. So she turns her head away from him instead, to stare at the furthest wall.

"Move," she says flatly. If he's not going to bother being polite, nor make any attempt to help her, than she's not going to extend the gesture either.

[progloria]

"Hey, hey. Don't be rude. I just got here and there's no where else to sit!" he whined, "Hell, I thought you'd be more like France."

He put his hands on her knees to still her, his fingers playing with the edge of the leggings, tempted to roll them down. But after some contemplation, he doesn't. Instead, he gets on his knees and leans forward, over her body, and buttons the top of her blouse.

"You know, you should be fucking glad that I came in and not some old, hairy pervert. You probably don't know where you are though so you can't fully appreciate my awesome presence yet," he might be lecturing her a bit, but mostly he's proclaiming his awesome, as usual. He continues nonchalantly and sat back between her legs. "You are in a hotel that makes people fuck like bunnies, but without the whole reproduction thing. Questions?"

[stoppattingme]

She glances hesitantly back towards him, only sidelong at first. 'More like France'? She cares about her 'big brother' dearly, but little Monaco has always been much more reserved, so much more modest, than the man she looks up to, like a proper lady should be. She isn't really offended by the comparison, all things considered, but..

"Where would you get that impression?" She asks, trying to keep her voice steady. Though, in her mind, she's certain that she doesn't want Prussia's hands where they are, the aphrodisiacs filling the room are blurring the edges of her modesty. She's definitely not expecting him to actually button her blouse, however, so she finds herself, after a moment, offering a somewhat uncomfortable 'thank you'.

His explanation doesn't help any, though. She certainly doesn't like the sound of this hotel. When he finishes, she does raise a question, turning her head forward again. "Yes. How do I get out?" She asks, but it may be hard to tell if she's referring to her present state of bondage, or to the hotel itself.

Congratulations! You have won all three members of the Bad Touch Trio!~

[diosorogloria]

(ooc: And now for a foursome! LOL Hi. Hope you don't mind me tagging. ^^;)

This is... Unexpected. It's not a sight the Spanish Empire expects to see of Monaco after meeting her the other day. He can just imagine what will happen to anyone if they decide to dominate her against her will. Clearly the hotel is a lot more powerful than they give it credit for and he does not see yet that this is an altogether different Monaco he is looking at.

He can't help the slight smirk on his face as he enters the room, relishing all the smooth skin she is revealing in her tiny outfit.

"You're in a bit of a bind, señorita." He says to her as he makes himself comfortable beside her on the bed, sitting on one side of it. He can just lean over and release her from her bonds if he wanted. "Would you like some help?"

Not gonna lie, I laughed really loudly at the comment and startled my friend. idk why XD;

[stoppattingme]

"...Espagne?" she manages, turning her head towards the man when she notices movement approaching her. Maybe someone that will help her...? It feels as though she's been here forever; her muscles have started to grow stiff, and only the the occasional pull at her bonds keep the blood flowing properly through her body.

She feels the bed depress slightly, and her eyes flit upwards, briefly taking him in. He's dressed somewhat.. unusually, compared to what she's used to. Not that she talks personally to Spain often, usually stuck closely to France' side, where she lets him do most of the talking, but she's by no means unfamiliar with him.

"Oui, s'il vous plaît," she answers, before her gaze finds.. well, anything, really, but him to look at. "I cannot seem to free myself.."

Because such a prize is just ridiculous? XD;

[diosorogloria]

Since she asked so nicely, Spain is happy enough to be of assistance. He looks closely first at the handcuffs and hums in thought before reached to see if he can remove them without a key. The place he is perched by her side gives him a good angle for a nice view down her shirt. He smiles and looks away from them for a moment as he focuses on the cuffs.

"I think these'll be easy enough to remove." He glances to her blushing face. "How did you get into this position, querida?"

ridiculously awesome^. You mistyped but I fixed it 8D; *shot forever*

[stoppattingme]

"Merci beaucoup," she offers politely while the other seems to be making a distinct effort to help remove the handcuffs. It's not that she doesn't notice that he partakes in the opportunity to look at her exposed cleavage, as generous as it is; but Spain, nation or not, is still a man, and.. well. They're there. She's not completely unaware of the fact that she has breasts; they didn't pop up overnight, though she generally does wear clothing that disguises her shapely body. If anything, that only makes it more normal for others to look -- it's a bit of a surprise, to most, to see what she's been concealing. She can only do her best to pretend she doesn't notice, and focuses her gaze on a spot on the wall, far, far away from him.

There's no way that this isn't going to be awkward, regardless of who is assisting her.

"I do not know. Je suis désolée, I cannot remember anything but going to sleep in my own bed and waking up here