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From:

dilettante

hi mi-chan, it's me reira. it looks like I'll be loosing the bet, but for now if you have some free time can you come to my suite? I want to see your guitar and see just how much of that song I told you about you can get down! ✨✨✨

From:

altrock

Yeah, I can. Don't worry about the loss, Reira-san! T-thankfully, the other person seems really nice and just wanted a chance to hear actual music again. I can gather my things and head up.

(hopefully without the staff giving her too many issues, they've been her worse enemy as of now.)

From:

dilettante

oh that's good, well here's the address to my suite. the elevator opens right up to my door so don't worry about getting too lost.

( within minutes she sent a ping to her suite location. )

swing by anytime. would you like anything to eat or drink in the meantime? I'll have it ready for you upon your arrival.

From:

altrock

Okay!

(as for food and drinks....)

Um, anything is fine. I'm not that hungry right now.

(living off food from cock-a-doodle-doo's is the best she has currently, at least until she saves up to eat at the red cardinal more often. it won't take her too long to get her amp and guitar together, with anything else that she may need. it's lucky that mitsuki had been caught at a good time.

she's been making friends slightly since they last spoke, but even she has to recharge her social batteries faster than someone more extroverted might.)

From:

dilettante

okay no problem. see you soon! ✨💖

( thankfully for mitsuki, reira was not only an extroverted ball of energy, she was an excellent host. while she won't be making food for her or providing any snacks, she had a full range bar in her suite. it wasn't the finest of liquors but with a good cocktail mix recipe book and an endless plethora of time [because really outside of having sex, singing, and the gym, there wasn't much else for her], she'd become a little drink pro.

by the time her guest did arrive, she was standing around the front of her door wearing a simple but chic little outfit that truly screamed she came right out of the early 2000's. once she spotted the other, she began to wave her arms frantically as sparkles seemed to float around her and she immediately pulled the other into a soft embrace. )

Oh my gosh, it's so good to see you again! You really did get a guitar and an amp? Oh please tell me you'll use it during the concert~!

From:

altrock

(unsurprisingly, mitsuki's own outfit seemed about right for her in the more masculine flair. there wasn't a lot she could pick out that suited her preference of leaning more into that on the feminine spectrum, and without knowing if they had any selection of actual shirts that she'd love to have? it's better that she kept it simple. it's a good look on her.

she knew her tastes and she wasn't about to change that whenever she wraps her arms around the other woman in a hug after setting down her amp. the guitar was strung up in its case around her shoulder, so that wasn't near as awkward as it would have been if her hands were full. she almost wonders if she should use this guitar. it couldn't hurt to. nothing was strange about it, and it was harmless by her own impression of playing it alone.)

I can. Y'know, I didn't expect them to give me one when I got checked in, especially after the stuff in the festival. Still good for me, I won't be going as crazy now.

(hopefully, she thinks. there's a lot going on.)

From:

dilettante

( she pulled away quickly enough, bouncing back on her heels before she smiled brightly at the other. reira knew how difficult things were for her and the fact that she managed to get a guitar was amazing! it certainly beat whatever she got when she arrived [an endless array of sexy lingerie and sexy costumes]. it certainly fit mitsuki— the only trouble was it didn't quite dawn on reira that perhaps this gift was a double edged sword.

really she should know better, but here she was, sparkling away at the other as she opened up the door to her suite. )

I'm glad to hear that! I was worried about you after all, now then—

( she waved her arm towards the inside of her suite before laughing just a bit. )

Come inside! I'm super eager to see and hear you perform that song we were talking about!

From:

altrock

(like reira, she hadn't realized. the guitar itself was normal, everything else seemed to be to this young woman. she hadn't thought too much about it. that maybe something should have been scrutinized. not looked at like she were given a gift by the resort and it's choice to let her spread around music. however, that also left the idea that she didn't know the full extent of what could happen with these gifts. a resort and casino has its own share of gambling.

whatever was about to happen, she'd apologize to her another time for this unfortunate chain of events they're about to enter. whenever mitsuki discovers what caused it, anyway. she doesn't waste any time when the other woman releases her, taking hold of her portable amp again to walk inside once invited. so this is how royalty lives, it's different in comparison to her own humble suite. being ranked fifth means she doesn't have the amenities that reira does. or to be more specific, mitsuki doesn't have much outside of what basics they gave her.

maybe some day she'd attempt to go up the ranks, today was not that day. it seemed like her fellow youths were on the dredges, anyway. maybe it's best she doesn't until they began to lift themselves next from the poor treatment of the adults on staff and the long-term guests.)

I've been practicing a lot, I think I've been getting it down more since we spoke not long ago.

(she hadn't thought to ask anyone, sometimes she'd play it by herself wherever she could. in her suite, or outside, where the crowd of strangers seemed to have an unusual reaction. not that mitsuki had realized that she was having an unusual effect on them from just strumming her guitar to practice, and to learn music as best as she may.

she can set down her amp somewhere out the way, make sure that there's enough room for reira to relax while she plays. she's still an amateur, perhaps, but there did seem to be the makings of an artist in her if she kept going.)

From:

dilettante

( once they were inside and the door was closed behind them, reira led them both down the hallway, past her large walk in closet, and right into the living room. there was a strange clash of aesthetics in her suite; on the one hand her kitchen was kitsch and even retro with soft baby blues filling up the color theme. on the other, her living room felt like it came right out of a record executive's office— greys, dull colors, a full bar in one corner, instruments strewn about and notebooks every where. a poet could comment on how reira, a woman who once ran from her talents was now embracing it with instruments that looked old and worn. alas they had bigger things to focus on right now—

with a soft smile, reira sat down on her couch and watched the other with a jovial expression as she spoke. she was more than excited to hear how she'd be able to play the painful song she was named after; but it became less bitter each time she sang it. )

Really? I'd love to see how you'll perform it. I'm really thinking that we'd have you and Till perform the guitar part together, while Uta and I sang. Finally when the song switches over to the piano section, I can take over and play.

( she was truly dedicated to making sure the song was perfect and nearly true to the original version. though she might have just been a bit too hyper-focused given she totally dropped the ball on clarifying who those people were. )

From:

altrock

(the clash of aesthetics catches her attention a bit, it still looked lovely. normally she isn't that big on them (her room is a bit messy back home) but it did seem to fit reira had been her main thought while mitsuki has to wonder if this is typical for the face cards suites. she hasn't seen everything yet, after all. but she's got enough of an idea as her eyes go from the different spots back toward reira on the sofa. the name "uta" wasn't familiar, she spoke to till and yosuke already a bit on the network before the auction turned more chaotic. she hopes they'll be okay, the two of them did seem nice.

the instruments looked like they'd need some tlc, is her other thought. she can probably ask the others if they ought to pitch in to get them looking brand new since reira had already put so much effort into this from what mitsuki's gathered. the only depressing thing is that aya wouldn't get the chance to see her on stage like she wanted. maybe later, she hopes. somewhere that isn't here, anyway.)

Y-yeah, I haven't met Till-san and Hanamura-san face to face after they reached out to me during the auction. But, Uta-san?

(uta's name stood out, but she thought she should ask. honestly, this might be a good opportunity for her to meet a lot of new people close to or around her age from how she's hearing it. each of them loving music in their own way. better than mitsuki going insane and trying to survive the resort alone, but she's grateful for any kindness that she gets. being an outcast for the things she liked was not any easier after losing her sole friend for the longest time.

she'll be fine, she wants to say. she should be or so mitsuki hopes.)

From:

dilettante

( unfortunately despite coming across as level-headed and organized with all of her endeavors, she was far from being an expert at much of anything. it was through sheer boredom that she became far better at playing the piano, practicing and teaching people like tifa how to play while learning more herself. so it was no surprise she had no clue how to care for these instruments properly; but there were shops around the resort that could possibly help. they'll have to figure that out before the concert she's sure.

in the meantime, she smiled at the other, head bopping just a bit as she raised a finger up. )

She's a new arrival like you, but not that new. She arrived a month before you did I think? Anyways she sings too and she's really pretty, she's—

( 'shanks' daughter', she almost blurted out before she simply coughed to change the subject. that's a dirty little secret she's keeping to herself for now considering her intimate relationship with both of them. )

Really going to help out with this along with Hiyori. So we have three singers so far, you, Till, and Yosuke on the guitar and me on the piano. So the songs we're working on will rely heavily on that blend you know? Guitar and piano.

From:

altrock

(for once she notices the pause, the quick change of subject which causes this girl to blink slow and catlike. she'd almost ask, but on second thought....that probably says enough that she shouldn't dig any deeper. not that mitsuki would know who shanks even is on top of it with how new she is to the resort and its many people. all with their own quirks, mannerisms, and problems that they've carried during their arrival in this maddening place.

the teen didn't mind being relegated to guitar only duty. they had more than enough singers without her doing it additionally, even if mitsuki's vocals can only improve from where she's at. she's had practice, but she isn't necessarily a stage performer as of now. she's only an inexperienced girl in comparison from what this is teaching her. somehow the fact she's still harsh on herself despite being the one invited is nearly depressing.)

I'll meet her and Hiyori-san later, hopefully. (better to distract herself with their conversation than let her mind take any depressing thoughts and reminding her of how she's seemingly the odd one out of this cast of entertainers.) I think....by then I should have it down, if I keep practicing like crazy like I have been.

(though she takes breaks, mostly to play other songs as a change of pace so not to burn herself out. not with how many people are counting on her, the thoughts been giving her some anxiety while alone in her suite. not a surprise with how nervous this stray cat of a girl can be on a normal day.)

At least in between whatever else happens here.

(including the times drunken guests have tried to break into her poor suite, it only made mitsuki consider if she should try and find something to defend herself with. she probably should, for other reasons that she'd eventually be faced with at some point.)

From:

dilettante

Well that's wonderful Mi-chan, I'm so happy to hear you've been going at it quite hard! I'm really excited to hear you perform then, mind if I sing along?

( she's not going to go too crazy and give a full concert, but idly singing and practicing her voice right now while she actually had a guitarist before her was more than perfect. in fact—

it had her excited. forgetting the awkwardness behind regarding the bit of info she knew about shanks and uta, she simply waved her hand and stood up from the couch, excitedly swaying a bit as she geared herself up. )

Let's go, let's really rock this living room okay?

From:

altrock

(she really had been going hard at it. the motivation was there to find some manner of reason to stay sane in this place, music helped more than the idea that she wasn't completely alone. being able to focus on something else while gathering what energy mitsuki could to get through the day in this frightening world where sex is used as a currency for people to get anywhere. she hadn't thought much about it for now, if only because she'd give herself an anxiety attack again from the dreadful thoughts and feelings.

that aside, she had just gotten done setting up. her amp was ready, and her guitar was plugged in, luckily she had made sure it was tuned earlier before getting that text. right. as nervous as she is, this isn't any different from playing for those that she cared about. the problem was more....what was about to happen, not just her playing, but what they didn't know about this gift is going to almost surely cause some manner of problems. problems that mitsuki in the future would apologize for once they figure out the truth.)

Okay!

(honestly, she might apologize to so many people in the future, too. but that's a problem for another time as the familiar notes fill the air from mitsuki starting them off after adjusting the green guitar over her shoulder. the familiar sounds of that song she took to learning. she wasn't bad at all for what time mitsuki had dedicated in memorizing "layla", toiling over it for long hours when she wasn't writing down something or other in her own notebooks.

maybe this won't be so bad.)

From:

dilettante

( while it wasn't a sentiment reira could outright relate to, she empathized with the new arrivals here, quickly realizing that not everyone was open to such levels of intimacy with strangers. she had found out quite a bit of information about this place, clumsily stumbling her way into painful realizations [apparently there's some man higher up getting some enjoyment out of 'shipping' them all together as she and topaz concluded?]. it made her realize that while she was never that invested in her talents, she could help others in ways like this.

it made her feel useful and wanted, a warm and wholesome feeling filling up her heart. )

'What will you do when you get lonely?'

( as she sat back, reira began to sing along to a song that had been engraved into her very being from the moment she was born. all the chords, notes, and inclinations of the melody were well stored in her mind. she had been named after the song by her father, but far beyond that she had found herself loving it and coming to it during times of trouble.

but instead of stirring a sweet and nostalgic sentiment from her, she began to feel weird from it. her face was gently turning red and she found herself a bit antsy, opting to no longer sing and instead she stared directly at mitsuki;

then it happened. she felt a wetness start to form between her thighs, her cunt starting to ache and her stomach felt that same hunger she felt that one time she unknowingly ate an aphrodisiac. she was clearly aroused, but she didn't want to stop the other. instead her hands squeezed the cushions of the couch beneath her. )

From:

altrock

(at the time she had been focused, on hearing the vocals and how reira was singing. she didn't pay much attention. fingers working over the frets, the strings, like it was second nature for her. mitsuki hadn't known about the whole business with guests shipping those of them playing the game, about the game that predated it as she plays along. her mind was not on the present, not even the past, what it was on is music that flows through her and the work she gave memorizing each note. she hadn't thought much about it.

not even about how this gift should have been too good to be true, whenever mitsuki gets confused at first. reira had stopped singing, she even gave a worried glance in her direction as the teen considers pausing. she didn't look too good. it's enough to have her wonder if she ought to stop in general, did she mess up somewhere? from her expression, it's obvious mitsuki is starting to have her more negative thoughts press into her and what she's doing. that she might not even have been doing as great as she thought in the process of learning.)

Reira-san? Should I....

(stop, she means. hell, mitsuki even did take the chance to pause from concern despite the near question. a pushback against the negative thoughts, that maybe there was something else going on. she could be sick, for all she knows, by how reira seems to be flushed red. maybe she ought to go find cold meds in her bathroom or make a trip out alone and hope that the staff members don't reject her? she could do that and be back quickly from the trip.

unlike most guests, she doesn't quite....recognize the signs of arousal, something that should speak volumes in her experience. truly, the resort does have a sense of humor in this kind of meeting and a clueless teen going over in her mind what she could do. one nervous girl who thought nothing about where this is first before jumping to conclusions.)

Um, hang on, l-let me put this away and I can go grab cold meds or something.

(poor mitsuki, she really is doomed in this place....)

From:

dilettante

N-No don't stop!

( almost immediately reira bolted up from her seat and reached out to touch mitsuki, her teeth sinking into her lower lip for a moment as she looked at the other with wide eyes. it was difficult for her to express what she had been feeling since she technically wasn't aroused for mitsuki, but she also hadn't quite clued in that it was her guitar that was making her feel so.....so....

something she didn't think would happen to her hearing this song of all things. so she decided she'd power through, giving mitsuki a firm nod. )

Sorry I guess this song is just a lot more sexier than I'd ever imagine.

( and she would continue thinking the song was making her aroused and not the guitar, she'll probably figure it out at the concert when things went haywire. for now though she simply smiled, forcing herself to calm down. )

Please, please continue, don't mind me. I just won't sing this time.

From:

altrock

O-okay....

(if she knew what was going on, mitsuki might have honestly asked if they can get her a guitar that wasn't cursed. but both of them didn't know that, mitsuki wasn't so sure even what's going on before reminding herself that she might be fine. sure, reira might stop her if she thought she needed to be. she also might even have to stop herself for their own good depending on how it goes while playing along again for reira. as long as she didn't seem worried.

maybe mitsuki could learn the lyrics properly later, being bilingual has its perks, and she's not going to deny that. the teen takes a deep breath to try forcing herself to relax after her nerves began to flare up in response to her anxieties, she'll be okay or so she wants to tell herself before straightening back out her posture with her guitar in hand.)

Just tell me if you start feeling bad again and I'll stop.

(it isn't like they'd know it was her guitar, not now, whenever mitsuki thinks to herself how unusual this is. she'll likely try to make herself forget about what happened, if necessary. though now that she's got herself calmed down, again, the familiar melody fills the air. it's better she focuses on the music than overthinking, overthinking has always caused her a number of problems and none of them good in how she would argue with herself so often.

argue, put herself down, and even do things that weren't exactly as helpful as she would have thought they'd be. so for now, she'll lose herself for a time in music. until it gets to be too much, she'll do it as she's always done with that.)

From:

dilettante

Oh right, I totally will.

( she's very subtle now with her movements, more deliberate and trying her best not to make mitsuki nervous in turn. she relaxed herself back onto the couch and inhaled and exhaled slowly. it was one thing to feel the rush of arousal and be able to take care of it with the person before her— it's not the first time it has happened. however they were here for something important and serious and she needed to focus.

so she decided to concentrate on the music, starting to sing all over again. surprisingly her voice was focused and determined now—

but the trouble truly began when mitsuki began to hit the third verse, when she began to sing 'let's make the best of the situation, before I finally go insane' that reira truly found herself going into delirium. she rose up from the couch once more, singing loud and boisterous and with a deep tone of voice before she began to fondle her own body. hands scaling down her long neck, fingers cupping her breasts and down her curves as she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. her language? she sang in perfect english— being half-japanese and half-american truly served in her favor, especially since she had been born in new york.

for now though as mitsuki rolled into the lull of the song, it was clear reira was nearly moaning. she was making sounds that were more akin to a superstar like dion or carey; high pitched and like a bird but it sounded far too erotic. )

From:

altrock

(is she worrying? well, yes. she is worried. it's there in the back of her mind, trying not to pay too much attention to what's going on. what could be happening, she hadn't known about the mischief with the gifts from the house. not even about unfortunate gifts that others were given during their own arrivals and how they all varied in what they did. not about the suit mark flare-ups, not even about other terrible things from cursed objects that had a chance at messing with them.

reira's singing was beautiful, mitsuki had thought that to herself. her own wasn't bad, but it didn't have the polish of a more practiced singer. she'd get there eventually, given time. not now, she wasn't singing along just yet. she honestly might have joined, had it not been for her noticing that shift in her tone. the teen is confused again, but she hadn't been told to stop.

maybe the moans clued her in, oh god. to say that she was feeling awkward is an understatement. if she stops, reira might get upset. if she keeps going, what then? she isn't so sure, it's already enough to make her start feeling anxious underneath the surface. mitsuki is at least attempting to not let it show by keeping her mind and hands busy, but what else can be done? she's already considering swearing herself to secrecy and attempting to forget about this happening if she can help it.

that or maybe she should hope that she could, the adults who attempted to corner her in the tunnel of love were creepy (she almost sprinted out at being called handsome) but this is not the same as that in another reminder from the sounds. it almost makes her feel afraid to look over in the older woman's (though not that older) direction. not this time.

as long as she didn't find herself having to do anything weird, then maybe it might....be okay. she hopes, she really does. it's why mitsuki is quiet, but by how tense she is? she's torn between staying cool or showing how nervous she is.)

From:

dilettante

( it didn't take long for reira to realize she'd been behaving in a strange fashion and somewhere between wanting some kind of relief and lucidity, she remembered the last time something similar like this happened. she had been in a theaters with hiyori, the two consuming a chocolate filled with aphrodisiacs—

and they both ended up mutually masturbating, with the revelation that the house counts an orgasm near someone else as sufficient for whatever it wanted from all of them. it was there, with the song coming to an end and her high pitched vocalizations that she finally stopped and looked at the other head on. her face was deeply red, a nervous bead of sweat coming down the side of her face before she finally spoke out. )

Mitsuki-chan, I'm so sorry I just realized something....I—

( she had no reason to be ashamed of her sexuality really or feel any remorse given the nature of this place but people like mitsuki seemed to always draw out that side of her. the side that hadn't completely succumbed to the whims of the resort. the side that still held some level of shame. )

I ate some fruit before you came and it must have been laced with an aphrodisiac. I'm....I'm really aroused right now. I'm sorry I should have been more careful but...

I hate to do this to you but I figured out something about this place a while back with my friend Hiyori-kun. Basically if I take care of myself but you're nearby, it counts. You know?

From:

altrock

(the song ended without a problem, mitsuki was for obvious reasons not sure what to do. in her head, something could be wrong. she's not necessarily someone used to the way things work in the resort, honestly, she didn't know everything going on with the food and more than that. sometimes she'd even find herself getting sneered at for simply going out to pick up cheap and easy meals, not that she knew why entirely they did that aside from it making her uncomfortable.

what she didn't know, had just shortly hit her. her expression shifts, does she look terrified? understandably, yes. terrified, anxious, and nervous. not about reira being turned on, but about the part where food was revealed to be laced with some manner of ill intentions for the guests. aphrodisiacs. she didn't know the specifics, but joe did take care to teach mitsuki about rejecting things from strangers for her own sake as a young woman. he might have avoided more awkward topics like love and romance with her, perhaps, though it did little to stop him from worrying about her safety at concerts that she goes with them to.

the festivals, too, she isn't good at hiding her feelings like some people around. honestly, she's far more honest in her expressions than some might have known. the main draw was that her face says enough, that she's wondering to herself how close she came to being in a similar state. between the amazake and the dango last month, she only had a taste of what awaits her in light alcohol and the urge to kiss any random person that she dealt with.)

The food is....spiked with things?

(she did take the explanations reira gave her, at least the surface level things that mitsuki would have been required to know. from how it looked, it didn't seem everywhere wasn't safe. people have to eat, and driving them into their days being filled with sexually charged agenda's all day and every day would make a person break apart. not that she knows this detail, she's still a kid.

but that also near causes her to miss the meaning behind her words. take....care of herself. it clicks what reira meant, if it wasn't for the nature of the resort, she would have asked if she were joking. unfortunately for her, for them, this isn't a joke, and they didn't know the true cause of her arousal is in mitsuki's hands before she awkwardly thinks to herself that this is not how she expected her day to go.)

I-I think I understand. (about masturbation and voyeurism being enough for the house to count this. what can she do? if she just sat there and watched, mitsuki might die inside, since she's by no means built for this. but she also wasn't necessarily going to fake having experience that she didn't have, so maybe it's better this way since it also isn't like either of them were turned on by one another.)

Then what do I do? Do I just keep playing something while you....

(god, she cannot finish that sentence by how red she gets trying to.)