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1075530 No. 1075530 ID: 527a46

You are a modified zero-leveled V-22 unit named CALLIST0. Free of your previous commercial purposes, you currently work as a secretary and personal assistant to an extremely successful concubus.

You’re very proud of holding this position. You're good at your job, and you enjoy the work. You like to keep things neat and tidy, and you like to solve problems.

NSFW content, potential blood/gore/body horror. Updates Mondays(+?).

Discussion thread: https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/141045.html
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No. 1077266 ID: 527a46
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>if you end up spitroasting rama, its kinda like your dicks and or straps if applicable are Kissing... Think About That.

On top of all of that, it’s incredibly unlikely that Rama is going to experience the immense honor of any kind of penetration whatsoever on a first appointment. Still, you do think about it, and it does make you realize you’re not wearing your dick right now. You didn’t necessarily think you would need it, and so as usual it’s in a box in your room. Maybe you should be coming to work a little better prepared…?
No. 1077267 ID: 527a46
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Anyway. No time for that now.

"I'd be overjoyed to assist, Madame," you tell her. "Though it's possible my presence could discomfort them. I think I've developed at least a bit of a rapport with him, but not a particularly gentle one."

Jupiter laughs, taking your arm. "I don't expect anything particularly gentle from you, CALLIST0." She pinches lightly at your cheek as the two of you enter the boudoir. "Don't worry. If you start to feel things would go better without you, you can always excuse yourself; and if he would rather you stay outside, he can request the same, right?"

"Yes, Madame."

The boudoir suite is open, with several loosely grouped areas floating across the gleaming hardwood, anchored by lush rugs: a sitting area with a chaise and a tea table, with a stained glass lamp in the shape of a resplendent peacock; a letter-writing desk that's never actually used, and only exists in the layout for ambiance; a bed that is used, but never as often as votaries fantasize it will be. A scattering of more explicit equipment clutters one far corner, coyly half-hidden by a translucent screen.

Jupiter swans past all of this, with you in tow, still chattering away. "No need to poke at him too much, anyway. You've always preferred to just be an observant presence." He glances sideways at you, with a raised brow and a faint spark in his eyes. "Unless that's changed, lately...?"

She’s not a mind reader. Or, that is to say, even if she were, you seriously doubt she’d ever subject you to it without permission. Still, your fans kick up, fighting to regulate a surge of rushing internal heat at her speculation. "No, Madame."

"Well, there you go!"
No. 1077268 ID: 527a46
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You end up in the large bathroom set into the back of the suite. This is where her actual desk is, a vanity in the back corner that's cluttered with cosmetics and today's stack of files. The backstage, so to speak, safely tucked out of sight. You can't stop yourself from immediately moving to tidy it, which makes Jupiter giggle as she drops herself into her chair.

Rama's file is on top, and Jupiter touches up his makeup as you read it to him. All pretty standard, not that you expected anything extreme — 'red' as a safeword, a request for no lasting marks on the face or hands that practically radiates nervousness off the page. (Now you know why, after your prior conversation with him — a very real need for discretion.) You convey that to Jupiter, too, his anxiety about it, the apparent threats to his job security, and she absorbs it with the kind of seriousness that only emerges when her guests' wellbeing is concerned.
No. 1077269 ID: 527a46
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“Thank you, CALLIST0. I think that’s all of it.” Finished with their touch-ups, they stand, gathering their robe up again. “Why don’t you bring him in?”

“Yes, Madame.”

You exit the boudoir without her and find Rama tensely standing in the middle of your office, as if positioning himself equidistant from every item in the room is the only way to assure he won’t accidentally break something. You beckon for him to follow, and if he’s surprised by you entering with him, he barely has time to show it — Jupiter is waiting on the chaise, and his attention is consumed by her immediately.

“Madame Jupiter,” He says, quietly and seriously, approaching but not reaching out. He folds his hands in front of himself, and that’s where his gaze stays, as he keeps talking. “Thank you for finding time for me in your bookings. I was told you are extremely sought after.”

Jupiter’s smiling faintly at him already, his legs crossed at the knee. Rather than acknowledging the gratitude or the compliment, he says, “Well, take your jacket off, please.”

They lean their cheek against their curled fingers, smiling a little more deeply, observing Rama through the screen of their lashes as he obeys. “Come sit in front of me.” There’s no other chair across from the chaise; there’s the tea table, and there’s the floor. That’s where Jupiter beckons anyway, with a bounce of their ankle; a feather-trimmed, kitten-heeled slipper hangs carelessly from their toes, slipping on the satin of their sheer black stockings. “And tell me how your day was.”
No. 1077270 ID: 527a46
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Rama does as he’s told. Somehow, now that he’s finally in front of the Madame, he seems far less frantic than he was outside — as if all those nerves were less about her, and more about fearing he wouldn’t see her at all.

He takes out a small box of tobacco from the inner pocket of the coat before he walks over, offering Jupiter some with a gesture. “Though I was given copious information, I couldn’t find whether you were a smoker anywhere.”

Jupiter accepts it, wordlessly, seeming amused by the gesture — and then even further amused by the way Rama sits rather informally at the end of the tea table, taking out a pre-rolled cigarette from the case for himself. “My day was boring,” he continues, frowning slightly, beset by a flickering annoyance with the parts of his fringe that simply refuse to stay gelled back and instead jump back over his forehead defiantly. He pushes it back with restless hands. Rama is glancing at the stockings, the legs wrapped in them, the way the ankle bends and the curve of the shoe in the air. All very quickly, and without changing much else about his face. “You look beautiful.” He says, muttering, chasing for a lighter around his pant pockets, cigarette around his lips.
No. 1077271 ID: 527a46
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You happen to know that these are some of Jupiter’s favorite openers because they elegantly offer a beautiful palette of information. There’s a certain type of person who will show up absolutely slobbering for an opportunity to get on their knees at her feet, and it’s interesting to see that Rama isn’t that. The dead-end answer proves that, as expected, he’s here to escape from his life, not to clumsily try sharing it. And his next comment is an admittedly endearing insight to why he’s escaping here, specifically.

You also know that Jupiter has a lighter in a little enamel box on the table, but they don’t bother getting it out. They’re waiting until Rama finds his, and then they gracefully extend one hand to hold their cigarette up to him for a light. He lights theirs before his own, and for some reason you feel a little flutter of relief at that — as if it means anything to you whether he does well in here or not. “CALLIST0,” Jupiter says, finally, through an exhale of smoke, “would you make me a drink, please?”

There’s a mirrored gold bar cart in the corner, with bottles and glasses, and you can still hear the scene continuing behind you as you decide what to make for her.

“So this is what you’ve been looking forward to all day, then,” Jupiter guesses, in a serene murmur. They keep their gaze on him steady, not asking for eye contact directly — just waiting to catch him when he next looks up at them, and feeling confident they’ll be able to ensnare him when he does. “Tell me what you’re most excited for.”

Your back is to them now, but you can hear the unsteady smile in Rama’s voice when he answers. “Being very specifically told what to do.” Then he clears his throat, coughing softly, losing his momentum. “Sorry. Not used to this.” You hear more rustling — he’s fucking with his hair again, anxiously. Little fool. His tone is soft, grave, made for delivering bad news. “Meeting you. Seeing you in person. Talking.”

Now that you think of it, you could probably learn a lot from this, depending on what you decide to focus on while observing…
No. 1077275 ID: 253ba4

bad news? oh, rama..... it's not like it's an uninteresting set of responses. though, maybe a 'is that all?' from you could coax out more than he's initially willing to say?
No. 1077277 ID: bfb47e

Active observation is a tactic as well. Prodding him to admit what he's good at instead might lead you to learn something interesting. He's pretty good at recovering, after all, bouncing back.
No. 1077278 ID: d15ecf

Maybe observing this vulnerability can help us tell how to be kinder to new votaries.
No. 1077292 ID: 7383c8

Rama seems nice. Jupiter seems to like them. You suppose you tolerate them too when theyre not pissing in the rosebushes. And their way with words, even when depressing, is admirably diplomatic. Maybe you could listen to that tone of voice and see if telling someone to fuck off with that tone makes people more inclined to do so without a fight.
No. 1077304 ID: 31648a

As evidenced earlier, your interpersonal abilities limit your effectiveness as a receptionist. You are currently in attendance of a masterclass in putting people at ease and assessing their motivations: pay attention to how Madame Jupiter draws Rama out of his shell and into the scene. Though you can never hope to imitate his beauty and grace, you might still be able to acquire some tactics for reception that could help ease votaries into their appointment before they're presented; I'm sure Madame Jupiter's work would benefit as a result.
No. 1077628 ID: c12380

you need to learn better how to guide someone to what you want from them, rather than simply shoving their head into the dirt where they belong, sick little worms. Jupiter has just begun to give a masterclass on this, and as always your attention should be on him
No. 1077643 ID: c6e3f8

Our house guest is still a bit of a mystery. While Jupiter is of course doing their job (excellently) maybe we should keep a very close ear on Rama, see if we catch any inconsistencies or god forbid if he might actually be a threat (also I noticed the "gender:butch lesbian" on that form. apologies for, I think, misgendering the poor devil)
No. 1077644 ID: 3b1af2

If Madame Jupiter has a usual drink, make that. If not - something classy but not overly complicated.

(Also, I love that Rama chose to sit on the table, not the floor. What an unexpected bit of boldness!)
No. 1077660 ID: 0c2e9d

As always, the most critical observations focus on Jupiter. Of note is the look he gave us when asking if we no longer wished to merely observe; excitement indicators imply it is possible, likely even, that he desires we take a more hands on approach in assisting him. In his infinite grace he would not directly make such a request, lest we feel obligated. A secondary note is the clear excitement displayed when we gave our opinion of Rama; It is crucial we fully understand what he finds so appealing, that we may better service him ourselves.
No. 1077700 ID: 64aa52

Consider observing Jupiter for how he leads the conversation along; I'm certain that there's plenty to learn from him about the graces of social interraction.

Closely observe everything going on between Rama and Jupiter with your special eyes; then use that to improve yourself!

Also make Jupiter like. A Midori Sour or something.
No. 1078127 ID: 527a46

no worries!! for a ton of my characters there's no real way to tell their gender situation just based on their presentation, including pronouns -- i'll tuck in textual nods whenever i feel like it's relevant (like on the mentioned form) but until then i don't expect you guys to be mind readers!! :)
No. 1078128 ID: 527a46
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You busy yourself fixing Jupiter's usual, a sidecar — but the way she's taught you to do it when a scene is already underway, stirred gently in a separate glass first, rather than shaken. (Because, as she explained at the time: “It's not proper, but the sound of ice chiming against crystal as it spins round and round can be a bit erotic, can't it? Well, the sound of ice clacking and sloshing about in a cocktail shaker is not.”)

You keep listening as you do, focusing in on Jupiter as always — specifically on their soft coaxing, on the gentleness that thus far has always eluded you but seems so natural to them. Your vision sharpens, ears swiveled to catch every tilt and lift of their inflection, all of you running at top capacity to take in as much detail as possible. They're leaning forward, reaching loosely for Rama. ”Well, I'll start telling you what to do right now. Stop doing that to your hair.“

You finish the drink and turn in time to see them sliding the very tips of their fingers into Rama's lifted fringe, catching some of the stubborn locks he's been fighting and flicking them gentle back into their natural position. “There's never any sense in forcing things, that's a lesson I'd like you to learn from our friendship.”
No. 1078129 ID: 527a46
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You cross the room in silence. Jupiter stands, gracefully, swaying just far enough to the side to collect the drink from your hands on the way up, with a silent little nod of approval and thanks. The other hand stays in Rama's hair, the glowing cherry of the cigarette vaguely threatening a few curling strands whenever it dips near. “I'm an enormous believer in complete relaxation, free of expectations or judgment," she explains, conversationally — as if they were hidden in the corner of some intimate little cocktail party. With experimental movements of their fingers, they're steadily loosening the hold of the product in his hair, coaxing the mane back into its most instinctive shape. "That's the only way I'll be able to do anything worthwhile with you."

Rama is completely limp to the touch, following the gesture of Jupiter's hand, their fervent gaze tracing each finger and the scent it leaves behind. Their eyes, which until now have been a dull grey, have now lit up an intent red around the sclera. When Jupiter uses her hold on them to tilt their head back, their mouth drops open slightly, their own cigarette barely managing to cling to their lips. "So don't sound so gloomy," she tells them, beaming down as she watches them melt. "I promise I'll unlock some sincere enjoyment in you, before we're through!"

"Okay," Rama breathes. His teeth glint in the soft light of the lamps as he looks up at them. His right hand lifts a little, mindlessly, driven by the urge to touch them -- and you tense, ready to leap forward and issue a sharp correction, but he catches himself and pulls back with a hitched breath. "I believe you, Madame Jupiter."
No. 1078130 ID: 527a46
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Jupiter seems pleased by all of it -- Rama's shedding of that self-conscious formality they walked in with, their self-correction, the way they've turned themself on doing it. "Just 'Madame' will do for now," he tells them. And then, on a whim, "Beautiful eyes." (Another thing you've noticed: To Jupiter, indulging his own enjoyment is a million times more important than tormenting guests with an obstacle course of artificial contempt.)

The compliment has startled Rama into a wider smile. Jupiter plucks the unfinished cigarette from their mouth before it can fall entirely and lightly extinguishes it in a crystal ashtray off to the side, an air of prim ceremony in the gesture. The hand returns and he uses his touch against their hair to guide Rama off the table -- not yanking, just sweeping his fingertips slowly away, knowing they'll trail after it, following. "Kneel, please," she orders, to clarify her expectations once she's lured them off. A touch with the slipper against a spot on the carpet -- right in the middle of a burst of roses dyed into the lush pile of the wool. "There." When Rama complies, she rewards them by sliding her fingers back into their hair, tilting their head back again. "Very good. Knees further apart, please. Like this."

They press the toe of the slipper between Rama's knees, parting them, and then they continue sliding their leg forward until the top of their foot is pressed lightly against Rama's body, settled between his legs. It was already visible that Jupiter is wearing nothing beneath the translucent latex dress, but now Rama can see up beneath the sleek ruffles of the circle skirt.

"I don't want you to have any more boring days," Jupiter tells him, dragging his eyes back up with their voice. They take another slow sip of their drink once Rama is looking at them, and then smile again, encouragingly. "From now on, whenever you're tempted to feel bored or dissatisfied, I'd like you to think of me, instead."

Rama is breathing shallowly, through their mouth. Now Jupiter does close his hand to take a fistful of Rama's hair, and he gives their head a playful little shake, soft and experimental — one drowsy snap, back and forth, testing the feel of it. A little ash from his own cigarette, still held between his first and middle fingers, falls onto the crisp shoulder of Rama's dress shirt. "So it's very important to me that you pay close attention," he continues. "So you'll have very clear memories."
No. 1078131 ID: 527a46
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Rama laughs, the sound carried by a shaky exhale. "I won't get much work done, then." Then he grows serious. "But I'll remember."

Jupiter's shoe presses forward again, and this time Rama's hips shift slightly beneath the pressure, with a faint sigh. One of your ears twitches. Mistake.

Jupiter has caught it as well. She takes it away, pointedly — waiting for Rama's next grind forward before stepping the foot back again, to make it clear what the movement is in response to. The hand in Rama's hair is retrieved, as well, but only so she can take a single long, lingering pull on the cigarette before stubbing it out next to the first, side by side in the ashtray. "I'm very tolerant of reactions that you can't help," she tells them, "but I have to ask you to do your best not to move in ways I haven't requested, especially to gratify yourself. When you do, I'll punish you."

This is astonishingly lax. With other devotees, a transgression as flagrant as grinding forward — even accidentally — would be more than enough to warrant bringing their face to the floor. Whether Jupiter's making a concession for Rama's lack of experience, or if this is just a little personal indulgence on the bounds of finding him particularly endearing, is not immediately clear.

Jupiter lays her newly freed hand lightly against the crook of her elbow; above that, she's thoughtfully finishing the rest of her sidecar. She speaks again as she bends, reaching to set the remains down between Rama's spread knees, where the last dregs of the orange-scented cognac shines gold in the tapered bottom of the glass. There’s a shimmery print of Jupiter’s lip gloss left on the outside rim, turned furthest from Rama. "I can never get the last bit without tipping the glass back like some kind of charlatan in a dive bar," she laughs, quietly. Then, as she straightens back up: "Lick that clean, please."
No. 1078132 ID: 527a46
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Jupiter crosses their arms as they settle at their full height again, a slight sway in their posture now. "With your hands clasped behind your back," they add, before Rama can move forward too far. A little self-satisfied smile as they watch. "I think there are some tragic misunderstandings about punishment floating around out there," they say then, in that same conversational tone from before. "I'm sure you've seen it, in your little pornography videos, or whatever it is people entertain themselves with nowadays. 'Oh, you've been very bad!,' and then out comes the riding crop!" They make a dismissive gesture with one hand, eyes closing for a moment in sanctimonious disapproval. You're nodding along behind them in silent agreement, almost completely unconscious of the fact that you're doing it. "That's not punishment. That's giving an undisciplined little brat exactly what he wants, and teaching him absolutely nothing in the process."
No. 1078133 ID: 527a46
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Rama -- who had at first opened his mouth to apologize at the first admonishment, and then shut up immediately when he realized Jupiter wasn't finished speaking, and has now astutely decided to remain silent -- clasps his hands behind his back and bends to work as she speaks. Good. But he keeps glancing at the lip gloss print as he licks the rest of the glass, with increasing frequency, and eventually his glances are flicking up and to the side, to you --

Is he seriously asking, in some way, whether he's allowed to lick the mark of Madame's mouth off the rim? Of course he can't! Idiot! Fool! Amateur! That's the entire reason it's there! Doesn't he know anything?!

You could try to convey this to him with your eyes, or you could leave him to the carnage of his own cluelessness. You wonder, for a moment, which Madame would find more helpful.
No. 1078136 ID: 24828c

Shake your head, just a fraction of an inch.
see if he tries it anyway. Almost hope he tries it anyway.
Look pointedly over at Jupiter. As if to say "don't ask /me/."
No. 1078137 ID: 229001

Make your voice quiet and gentle, like you’ve heard Jupiter and the others do in this room, but offer a stern statement of what is expected in this situation. “Rama, do not remove the mark of Madame’s lips. You would not want to disappoint her when he gives you a gift.”
(Help Madame teach them that disappointment is the greatest punishment of them all… She might be impressed with how good you are at helping.)
No. 1078140 ID: 16e581

how dare he turn his eyes from the vital task that Madame has set before him! condemn him with your imperious gaze! that should set him straight. (as long as he doesn't pee about it)
No. 1078141 ID: 64aa52

Maintain eye contact, shake your head slowly and do your best glower; BUT this is also a good opportunity to use what you've learned from observing Jupter's handling of Rama earlier. Be soft, but firm. Remind Rama that he was only told to empty the glass, not clean it.

If he smears the glass, it'll look stupid. and you can't stand it when things look supid.
No. 1078159 ID: 59e6b8

Their hesitance should be enough of a sign for them to intuit this "rule", leave them guessing.
No. 1078161 ID: 1d1df6

If he doesn't get it from your glare, or from turning away in reproach, then they deserve what's coming to them. It's more than they deserve but Madame likes him.
No. 1078171 ID: 21edd7

cryptically quirk an eyebrow at him. not too firm, but also not patronizing him. he can do what he likes, as long as hes prepared to bear the consequences. hes pathetic....... good.
No. 1078172 ID: c12380

take a long slow blink and when you open again look at Jupiter, you're not the one he needs to have his attention on here. remind rama that she is the one they need to pay attention to; that he is who's desires they are here to serve.
No. 1078184 ID: 16e581

ok for real though is rama's tongue long enough to actually reach the bottom? it looks soooo deep and im so concerned for him...
No. 1078216 ID: 31648a

We have seen that Madame is allowing this votary greater leeway than usual, adopting an approach of self-directed learning: he is expected to discover the bounds by overstepping them. Additionally, you have stated that you have developed no desire to be more than an observing presence; surely, having made no request for assistance, Madame is not expecting you to intervene.

The best course of action is to direct Rama's attention back to Madame with a subtle glance her way. This will remind him that it is not to a humble servant, but to Madame's perfection he must look to for guidance. Perhaps it will convince him that there is a reason there is a word on the nature of punishment still in his ears. If your glance draws Madame's attention to you, then Madame will have an opportunity to make any wishes for you known.
No. 1078221 ID: dde128

Try not to imagine what it would feel like to be marked with Madame’s lipstick
No. 1078225 ID: d15ecf

Make a :| face and then try to read Jupiter’s face. Surely he knows that maybe this one might not know this rule? Is he testing him? Is this an intentional lesson?
No. 1078229 ID: cad44a

Arch an eyebrow, maybe flare your nostrils slightly. an expression of subdued disapproval, both at what he's asking and that he's asking it of you. then go back to watching Jupiter. maybe he'll get the hint and pay better attention to them. even if not it'll be more pleasant to take in her form.
No. 1078331 ID: 75f3da

Convey it.
He's asking for help, which is it's own form of vulnerability. He's not experienced in being openly vulnerable, and this means a lot to him.
No. 1078797 ID: 527a46
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In front of you, Jupiter's musing continues. "Well, if you just wanted to do exactly what you wanted, there are any number of places you could go," she says. "But there's only one place in the world where you can do exactly what I want, and here you are."

You return Rama's gaze, widening your eyes slightly to intensify your glare, punctuating her point. You don't go as far as shaking your head, but you exhale sharply at him, a stern little sigh through your nose — and then, for good measure, a flicked glance over towards Jupiter. Just to remind him who he’s really here for.
No. 1078798 ID: 527a46
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Rama gets it. They drop their eyes, and they lap up the last splash of cognac, and then they abstain. Jupiter watches them finish, and then she smiles and drops fluidly to a crouch, collecting the glass and inspecting their work. "Well! Punishment can only function with shared understanding, so here's the part where I explain how this is a punishment. Look at me."

She waits until they do. She dangles the now-empty glass in front of their nose. "Maybe if you'd been a little better, I would have lifted my skirt and poured that all over my pussy, instead," she tells them, softly. "Do you understand?"
No. 1078799 ID: 527a46
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How long has it been, you wonder, since you've felt despair this acute? Have you ever? (Well, of course you have — any suffering you experience now will always be blunted, muffled, soothed over near-entirely by the balm of Madame Jupiter's mere presence, compared to the void before her.)

Still. Here you encounter proof that agony is not a sensation entirely forgotten by your spoiled circuits. Tragedy survives in the nooks of even the most cushioned lives.

As unlikely as it may have felt not too long ago, in the moment you feel a sharp and sudden pang of solidarity with Rama. It seems so obvious now. As long as the two of you are in here, what’s bad for him is bad for you.
No. 1078800 ID: 527a46
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As the two of you have fallen into a stricken silence, Rama has forgotten to respond. You notice it before him, and now that you've decided to assist him at all, the floodgates are open and you can't stop yourself from kicking at him. It startles a "Yes, Madame," out of him, finally, and Madame graciously pretends she hadn't noticed the violent little gesture that prompted it.

"Very good!" she says, sincerely. Her right arm lifts, sinuous and perfect, gleaming in latex, to pass the glass off to you — you take it without thinking, your body moving to serve as it always does — and when it lowers she begins minutiously working the glove off. Her nails are long, save for two trimmed clean and short. Once their hand is freed, they drag two bare fingers along the rim of the glass, collecting the lip gloss there, and then they're reaching forward to pry Rama's mouth open and press those fingers inside.
No. 1078801 ID: 527a46
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"This is for you," they tell him brightly, as they smear the smooth and tasteless oil of it across the flat of his tongue, leaving a streak of shimmer there, and then the fingers stay to be reinforced by their thumb pressing into the soft triangle beneath his jaw to settle a grip, and then they're dragging him up to his feet, murmuring a steady stream of instruction and encouragement as they do — there you go, up, that's very good, lift your chin, yes, steady now, very good, yes, there we are.

She releases them, finally, dragging their bottom lip down with their fingers and bringing a trail of drool with it. She cheerfully wipes her fingers clean on the front of their shirt. "Now that we're getting to know each other, why don't you undress," she suggests — thought perhaps suggests is the wrong word, when it's said with such confident finality — "and tell me how you usually fuck."
No. 1078802 ID: 527a46
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You're a little winded. She's in fine form today. The return trip over to the bar cart, short as it is, at least offers enough time to settle your buzzing thoughts and decide again where your attention should lie as the scene goes on.

From now on, it won’t always be prompted, but at any point you can decide where you’d like CALLIST0’s main focus to be! This will impact which details she takes note of, i.e. which parts of a scene will be brought most pointedly to the forefront and which images are most impactful to her.
No. 1078806 ID: 0d3875

your ultimate goal here is to serve your madam, right? pay attention to what Jupiter praises and punishes. try to work out what is him doing his job, and what is his deeper preferences. Maybe it will make you better at serving her.

for one, Jupiter seems to like people to do as they're told and nothing more. place the cup in its place on the cart and then stand at attention until you get a new order.
No. 1078807 ID: b4ea60

Obviously this customer isn't too accustomed to this song and dance, maybe putting more attention on them would be of use? Figuring out what they want from their "service" to Jupiter and whatnot.

No help though, the master has been benevolent enough with our meddling.
No. 1078831 ID: b71ec8

Focus on Rama. Madame will be radiant enough to take your attention regardless, after all. If a failure for him is a failure for you, don't let him fail.
No. 1078889 ID: 3b1af2

Focus on Rama, and try to figure out why Jupiter finds him so endearing. Try not to intervene too much - he's got to learn how things go, like any other new votary.
No. 1078893 ID: 31648a

All your efforts are made in service to the Madame, and the Madame's current goal is to guide Rama through the scene towards the best possible catharsis, for all involved. Having seen that our minor intervention was acceptable and that allowing Rama to fail amounts to self-injury, our priority should shift towards guarding against his cluelessness as unobtrusively as possible. Focus on him as the sheepdog does its flock—our devotion is too great for the shepherd's commands to elude us, and so no special attention towards them is required.
No. 1079109 ID: 64aa52

If what's good for Rama is good for us, why not focus on him? That way we can give him a push and a nudge to keep him on the right track through all of this.
No. 1079219 ID: eddddf

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