Stall - Vivian's Wicked Tongue

Vivian's Wicked Tongue

Welcome ladies and men alike to Vivian's Kissing Booth! The sultry woman stands behind a decorated, small tent with small amethyst lights bouncing around. The booth is humble, but alluring with the scent that triggers a dominating lust. Off to the side there is a board with instructions and prices arranged in neat, cute handwriting.

Simple Kiss on the Lips: 3 GP
Small Make Out Session: 6 GP
Make out Session with Tongue: 12 GP
Kiss on the cheek: 1 GP (For youngsters 17 and below)

All GP earned will be donated to the those who are working hard to rebuilding Astorea after the war. Families without homes, and children who have lost much more than that. Be friendly, be respectful or else the guard (@Savannah Reed ) stationed at the Tent will give ya a toss. Those who are drunk, please get a remedy before requesting a kiss of any kind. Children and young men and women age 17 and below will only receive a kiss on the cheek. I also have the right to deny anyone a kiss if I feel it necessary. Thank you! And I hope you enjoy your time at the Dark Harvest Festival! -kiss kiss-
(GP is RP Flavor Only. Do not send GP to my account. Thank you!)

RP Instructions:
Have your character drop your GP into Vivian's hand where she will put it into a jar in the back. Request the type of kiss you want and pucker up! I shall reply after a set amount of posts if during a busy schedule.​

Service: Kissing Booth

 

Alex was not sober, as was both the hazard and the goal behind their particular booth at the festival this year. Granted the latest dive into the water had sobered her up a little. Still, her inhibitions were lowered and her head was foggy. She'd taken some time away from the stall to see the sights in the festival, and get just a little time to sober up before going back to her post. She could handle her beer better than some, however and was not the type to go about causing a disaster in the wake of her drinking. A little mischief or some boisterous activity, certainly, but nothing too troublesome.

She was in that warm, happy, head spinning state where everything seemed amusing and a little funny. Fortunately their armor's weight (and slightly soggy state) kept Alex from appearing to stagger about. A little swaying was noticeable, but nothing so drastic as to have her cut off or sent away to sleep it off. As her own personal way of ensuring she was sober enough to continue functioning, Alex made sure she could still read, by looking at the names on every booth she passed. If she could still read English, she was sober enough.

The giant fluorescent lip print on the sign above the provocative booth did not take an understanding of the English language to have the barest guess of what was going on there. The mention of tongue also seemed more provocative than what one expected to see. It was curiosity and intrigue more than anything that beckoned Alex to take a closer look.

"It was for a good cause!" was the feeble defense she heard a young human man explaining to his stern faced female felis companion. She didn't seem to be buying it but the justification was enough for an inebriated Alex to experiment.

The smells inside the tent were an unusual but not unpleasant aroma. Seeing the woman who seemed to be offering her services, Alex held no opinion of her one way or the other. She had a pleasingly symmetrical face and her full lips looked like they knew how to kiss, which was probably more than Alex or Ursula could say for themselves.

On any other day, without a little bit of drink in her system, it would not have crossed her mind to be this adventurous. However on a night all about fun and merriment, trying something new seemed like a good idea. After all it was just a kiss, and just this once.

"A kiss from the lady fair, and nothing more. To help save our land torn by war." Alex's accidental rhyme came out in the gender-less metallic tone that the acoustics of her helmet created. It was followed shortly by a stifled giggle as she realized her brief moment of inebriated poetry. Palming over the 3 gold coins from her metallic gauntlet to the lady's soft hand, she lifted the visor of her helmet just enough for her lips to be seen and accessed. It was more of her face than almost anyone had seen so far, and were she more sober, would surely not have been so open. But this was a festival night, a time for fun and frivolity, and this seemed like the kind of tent that kept secrets.

The faerin female in heavy armor did her best to pucker her lips and prepared to try not failing too miserably at a simple kiss.

 

"Good luck with your girlfriend~" Vivian said waving to the human male with a flirty wink. Vivian had seen this time and time again tonight. Perhaps she should have given the girlfriend a free kiss, that might have made the both of them happy. But she simply shrugged her shoulders and looked to the next person in line.

The woman coated her lips once more with a dab here and there to fix herself up. To look appealing and satisfying, the woman gave a small simple smile looking for the next person. What she did not expect was this odd person in heavy armor strolling towards her tent. Confusion settled in when her hand lifted upwards to take the gold coins from the player. Having deposited three, the woman scratched the back of her head wondering how this was gonna work with a face full of metal.

A cute smile rolled onto her expression, twinkling azure eyes were soft in the glowing lights of the tent when the visor was lifted showing only a pair of puckered lips. Vivian could not help but laugh at the gentleman as it was pretty clear he had taken some drink. He seemed to be in good spirits though and was not falling over drunk in her tent or making a commotion. @Savannah Reed was indeed employed to help keep these types of drunks away, and so to make sure everything was alright, Vivian lifted her hand so she would know this one was alright.

"Alright, Handsome. Settle down while I give you your smooch." Vivian said with a mild giggle. Cradling his head and attempting to keep his front and center, the female moved in for the kiss. Warm flesh met against one another, there was definitely a hint of alcohol on those lips, and the woman Vivian could not help but flick her tongue gently across those velvetine lips only to draw in a sample. After a brief exchange, holding him in place, the woman pressed her lips firmly to his. A soft red mark of lipstick stained his lips, giving it a pale color of red. The woman removed her hands from his heavy helmet and licked her own lips in return sampling the remnants of that beverage.

But there was something rather peculiar about this young man. She had kissed many people tonight, perhaps more than she should have. And she knew the difference between male lips and female lips. This...this was a little uncertain for her. She somehow thought it was a male, dressed in heavy armor. But there was a softness to his lips as well, something reminiscent of a female.

Thinking of it for only a moment, Vivian smiled, "Hope you enjoyed that. If you are looking to sober up a bit, check a few tents down for Solaria. I'm sure she'll fix you up for a remedy. Thank you for the kiss and the Gold!" Vivian winked and waved her hand to the male.

 

That was fun, and why wouldn't it have been? It was kissing. Kissing was always fun. Or at least that was what Alex had always assumed. People seemed to enjoy it and endeavor to attempt it constantly after all. The feeling of soft lips against hers, and that unexpected slip of tongue had caught her off guard and started to stain her cheeks a light pink with surprise and embarrassment. It had ended as quickly as it began however, and Alex was quick to let her visor fall shut. Her inebriated mind found the entire business amusing enough that she had to stifle another giggle as she swayed a little more obviously.

Hush! She's talking! Alex told herself as she tried to pass off the activity as nothing more than her simply clearing her throat and collecting herself. A bit of a silly laugh still managed to escape her visor when she heard what the violet haired velvety voiced woman had to say.

“Indeed, it was.... fun.” Alex answered. She gave a dismissive wave to the news about the healing tent. “M'lady, I do not drink beer for the flavor, and half the fun of the festival is being half in the glass!” Alex drunkenly laughed at what she thought had been clever word play on her part. She swayed a little dangerously as she tried to awkwardly bow in armor not meant for bowing. Then felt a bit dizzier than she had before as she righted herself and headed for the exit of the tent. “The pleasure was all mine, I'm sure.” she answered finally. “Have a pleasant faire. If you have the time then you should find a few of those drinks yourself.”

Again Alex found herself giving in to tipsy, metallic laughter. She had thought to extend an invitation to her own booth, but somehow the seductive woman in finery did not strike her as the type that enjoyed throwing balls at drunks suspended over water. Then again, perhaps she was just making assumptions. As she exited the tent, Alex gave a farewell wave to the guard she passed by on the outside and staggered off to find something to eat. She needed to clear her head a little more before getting back to work.