INTRO | NO EVENT | APHRO'D
Hell wasn't what Bela had expected it to be.
Actually, that wasn't true, it was exactly what one would expect a B-rated porno film about Hell to look like. Red wallpaper with black candles winding and twisting on brass pillars. A bed with chains and manacles. White sheets, presumably so the blood would show better against them. And then, like someone had forgotten to pack up their lunch area while the film crew was on break, a pair of little folding chairs and tray sat with tea in paper cups still steaming on its surface.
No, it wasn't what she'd expected at all, but as she was stuck here for eternity she figured that she might as well make herself comfortable while she waited for...something. Torture, she supposed. Or perhaps this would be like a poor opposition to Sartre and she'd be isolated in this room with its dreadful wallpaper and second rate Earl Gray until she went mad from loneliness and set herself on fire with one of the candles.
Well, they would have to wait a long time for that. Crossing her legs primly as she sat on the folding chair, Bela sipped her tea and tried not to wonder if it was poisoned. And if it was, well...she'd been ripped to pieces by hell hounds. She's had worse.
[ooc: Both genders welcome. The tea has aphrodisiac in it, of course, and Bela can't open the door to the room. If anyone enters, they won't be able to leave the room either until one or both of them orgasms~]
Actually, that wasn't true, it was exactly what one would expect a B-rated porno film about Hell to look like. Red wallpaper with black candles winding and twisting on brass pillars. A bed with chains and manacles. White sheets, presumably so the blood would show better against them. And then, like someone had forgotten to pack up their lunch area while the film crew was on break, a pair of little folding chairs and tray sat with tea in paper cups still steaming on its surface.
No, it wasn't what she'd expected at all, but as she was stuck here for eternity she figured that she might as well make herself comfortable while she waited for...something. Torture, she supposed. Or perhaps this would be like a poor opposition to Sartre and she'd be isolated in this room with its dreadful wallpaper and second rate Earl Gray until she went mad from loneliness and set herself on fire with one of the candles.
Well, they would have to wait a long time for that. Crossing her legs primly as she sat on the folding chair, Bela sipped her tea and tried not to wonder if it was poisoned. And if it was, well...she'd been ripped to pieces by hell hounds. She's had worse.
[ooc: Both genders welcome. The tea has aphrodisiac in it, of course, and Bela can't open the door to the room. If anyone enters, they won't be able to leave the room either until one or both of them orgasms~]