Erogenesis - an original adult roleplay

Who: Elena and Travis
Where: Elena's room
When: Before the costume party
Rating: *cough*

Travis had been amused at the message, but without hesitation had answered with, "I'll be right there," as he'd dried himself after his shower. His costume was a little more simple to put on than it looked, costume makers obviously working toward expediency rather than safety when creating them in this age than the age it came from.

The cloak was a nice touch he'd thought as he'd inspected the finished product in the mirror before heading off to Elena's room. He was a little more than intrigued at what her costume was, and how he could help her with it. Taking it off was what he'd have in mind, knowing just how incredible she looked both dressed and undressed.

He knocked on the door, adding a softly growled, "It's me," so she knew who it was.

Who: All Subjects Invited
When: Evening, March 18th, 2020
Where: Dance Club
What: The Costume Party

For the first time since the subjects began arriving at the Erogenesis Facility the week before, the Dance Club's black doors are not only unlocked, but the entire place is lit up and fully staffed. The man at the door checking to be sure that all subjects let in are wearing costumes, and the several men and women serving non-alcoholic drinks and finger foods are all dressed in a sort of Wild, Wild West theme to their costumes. The men as gunslingers and the women as saloon girls.

Subjects are once again reminded, all physical contact with the employees is strictly forbidden.

The usually blue toned lights of the club are now switched with a rich red hue, as are the carpeted areas switched to plusher scarlet carpeting and all accents switched to the same lustful color.

So come in, have some fun, enjoy the mixture of bass heavy and increasingly explicit tone to the music. Dance, drink, cuddle up to someone on the black leather couches off to the carpeted sides. Have fun, and celebrate the marking of the third year of HIV and AIDs having been cured forever. Just remember, don't touch the servers, and anything past foreplay has to occur outside the club, sorry.

Who: Sean & Open
Where: The Costume Closet
When: March 17th, 2020 10:00am

Sean had headed down to costume closet early to try and find something to wear to the upcoming ball. He hoped to beat the rush and find something nice, especially since his brother had already taken his idea for a costume. Being a history buff he figured the next best thing to a mountie would be a privateer, Sir Walter Raleigh to be exact. He began to dig through looking for something close, finally finding a pirate set he went and tried it on.

Sean went to the large mirror to check out his costume. "Not exactly historically correct, but it will have to do." He said to himself as he straightened and fluffed out his shirt. He had hoped to escort Savannah to the ball, but so far hadn't worked up the courage to ask her. Actually come to think of it he hadn't really run into her since that dinner at the resturant with Micheal. Who was he kidding, someone that beautiful was sure to be busy around here. Well if worse came to worse he could go stag with his brother. He was sure that he would try and get him hooked up with someone there.

Who: Rav & Open
Where: The Costume Closet
When: March 17th, 2020 2:00pm

Rav stood in front of the mirror admiring herself in the yet another costume "Now thats much more fitting of a goddess like me." She spun round admiring herself in the mirror. The way the cloth hugged all her curves, allowing just enough room for movement. She wished she could cut it a little more provocatively but it wasn't her property. "Now all I need is a pack of slaves to fan me and feed me grapes."

She had been in the closet ever since lunch, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. The problem she had was there was just so many to choose from. She could always just wear her opera outfit, as she had brought it with her. That would just make her feel like she was on the road again and that was the compleate opposite of what she wanted. If only someone would happen along to give her another opinion on how she looked, she thought.