- No Event, No Aphro -
Lieutenant David Chadd had fallen asleep in a Portsmouth inn.
By all standards, this was completely normal. No one had come back with him to his rooms, and, even if he had, he generally wasn't foolish enough to have them spend the night. If asked, he could think of three individuals he'd ever properly spent the night with. Two of those, he had only seen the once and never again. The third had simply been too tired one night to leave after their fun, but Chadd was willing to count it.
When he woke up... He knew at once that he was not in Portsmouth anymore.
Gone was the smell of the sea and the sound of the ocean from just outside the inn's window. Gone was the sunlight that ought to be streaming in from the early morning. Gone were the neutral beiges and whites of the inn room.
Instead, he was surrounded by red, and there were mirrors on every wall and on the ceiling above him. He was still dressed as he had slept last night-- his long linen shirt all he wore. His white wool breaches, heavy white wool waistcoat, and dark blue Navy uniform jacket with polished brass buttons were hung up with as much care over the back of a chair in the room as he had put them in a similar position in the inn. His stockings were on the seat of the chair, and his shoes were beside the chair.
He was wearing the same thing, but more than just the room was different. His hands were bound together with a length of cord. Someone with nautical knowledge had seen fit to show off their mastery of a bowline knot, obviously. He tugged at his wrists, but that only tightened the loop that came around them and held them together. The other end of the rope was secured to the center slat of the wooden headboard, giving perhaps fifteeen centimetres of room between Chadd and the headboard.
The lieutenant was not entirely aware (nor did he much care, to be honest) that the door to his room was ever so slightly cracked open.
"What in God's name is going on here?" he demanded from no one in particular.
(OOC: No toilet stuff, no gore, no death, no non-con and no beastiality.)
By all standards, this was completely normal. No one had come back with him to his rooms, and, even if he had, he generally wasn't foolish enough to have them spend the night. If asked, he could think of three individuals he'd ever properly spent the night with. Two of those, he had only seen the once and never again. The third had simply been too tired one night to leave after their fun, but Chadd was willing to count it.
When he woke up... He knew at once that he was not in Portsmouth anymore.
Gone was the smell of the sea and the sound of the ocean from just outside the inn's window. Gone was the sunlight that ought to be streaming in from the early morning. Gone were the neutral beiges and whites of the inn room.
Instead, he was surrounded by red, and there were mirrors on every wall and on the ceiling above him. He was still dressed as he had slept last night-- his long linen shirt all he wore. His white wool breaches, heavy white wool waistcoat, and dark blue Navy uniform jacket with polished brass buttons were hung up with as much care over the back of a chair in the room as he had put them in a similar position in the inn. His stockings were on the seat of the chair, and his shoes were beside the chair.
He was wearing the same thing, but more than just the room was different. His hands were bound together with a length of cord. Someone with nautical knowledge had seen fit to show off their mastery of a bowline knot, obviously. He tugged at his wrists, but that only tightened the loop that came around them and held them together. The other end of the rope was secured to the center slat of the wooden headboard, giving perhaps fifteeen centimetres of room between Chadd and the headboard.
The lieutenant was not entirely aware (nor did he much care, to be honest) that the door to his room was ever so slightly cracked open.
"What in God's name is going on here?" he demanded from no one in particular.
(OOC: No toilet stuff, no gore, no death, no non-con and no beastiality.)