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“You shouldn’t lie to them like that.” Said Dominick in a strange, cold voice as he stopped right in front of her. He looked at her then around him, his black eyes especially dark that evening as he walked closer to her and looked. “This event may finish soon, but I am pretty sure the headmaster will soon discover another way to torture the slaves. Or the masters. Or both what the hell. There is really no difference anymore.” He said, sliding a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting one. “But it’s a nice gesture. Beware. you might end up on their naughty list.” He said, hinting at the guards not far away from them, before he crouched down and looked closer at her. “Why are you… trying to give them comfort? It’s just… a curiosity.” 

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“It’s hardly a lie.”  If there was anyone on the island that knew as much, it would be Jude.  Having been a slave herself decades prior, and then returning to the island to teach not just once but twice - she was more intimately familiar with the comings and goings of the island than most.  “It does end, even if the Headmaster does come up with new and creative ways to torment us.  Nothing is forever.”  Something Dante seemed to be reminded of at the garden party.  Her smile was wry, one brow lifting.  “I’m already on their naughty list, or I wouldn’t be down here and hurting.  There’s nothing they can do to me that I haven’t endured worse.”  The djinn had been through it all between the island and her former Master.  New and more creative punishments would likely pale to Jeremiah.  “Why not give them comfort?” was her counter as she gently stroked the slave’s cheek that she’d sat down beside.  “Everyone deserves some hope, especially them.”

Carmella’s grin widened at the dashing man’s compliment, nodding their head in acceptance.  “Well aren’t you a charmer?  You can call me Carmella darling.”   A light giggle bubbled out of them at the man’s comment and they shrugged.  “Money isn’t really the point of this little endeavor.  I have a passion for this kind of fashion and I figured this was the perfect place to open a shop like this.”  Running their fingers through their hair, Carmella pulled it back out of their face.  “I would start by asking what kind of material you were looking for; leather, lace or latex.  Then we’d move on to her complexion so we can pick the right color before finally settling on the style of outfit.”

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Dhani was glad he’d fooled around with Skyler before venturing into three-way territory with her. He’d been with Dom, but not the both of them together. Given that they were in a proper relationship and loved each other, he felt more than a little lucky his friends weren’t put off by his request.

He thought bringing something over might be appropriate. Other threeways he’d been in had just happened, he never planned for them. Coming to Dominick’s home... well, he never brought wine over before. It was like a date or dinner, but not. What did one do in these situations? He bought a bottle of the top shelf whisky from work, deciding that would be a good present since they both liked whisky more than wine. Dhani would have one or two if offered, but no more.

Dhani knocked on the door, dressed in the most tame speedo he owned. He liked fun bright colors for swim wear. He had shaved, anyway. And cleaned up a bit down there...

“Hi. I would have dressed up, but... it’s hard to do in a speedo.” Dhani smiled, answering as the door opened.

Margeaux smirked a little at Dominick. She always appreciated their flirting and this time was no different. She stepped closer to him, biting her lower lip and nodding. “You know I am,” she giggled before taking a step back. “Unless you want me to be bad...”

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It was almost evening. Dominick enjoyed his walk before going home and having even more fun with the blondie of his dream. And yet… His instinct told him there was more around the island for him to catch. In fact, he decided to stay out a bit longer and… Boom. His instinct never betrayed him. He found himself pushed against the wall as someone had clearly bumped into him while running. “Hey!” He said, frowning severely for a long moment staring at that person. “Where are you running so fast? House is burning down?” He asked.

Jody stumbled in his steps as he bumped into Dominick, causing him to turn and stop, realizing he’d knocked into someone. He recognized the voice and wasn’t worried about getting yelled at or confronted in any malicious way. After all, he’d been at fault.