[ He knows the shape of fantasy very well, and he knows how to turn himself right off and play the role he's presented. He wasn't offering to fuck anyone as Lord of the Night, but he was offering them gratification all the same. The chance to boss him around, the chance to kick him around and humiliate and berate him. And he had to make it good for them; the pompous little kings. Duck his head and say yes, customer-sama. (Duck his head and promise yes, Sagawa-han. )
Goromi only ducks her head to who she chooses. She's a creature of choices denied. The fantasy is that she would choose you, that she doesn't do anything she doesn't want and she wants this. Escapism, only a little different from the snuffling pigs who go to the dominatrixes to let them out of their heavy roles.
Majima wouldn't put all that into words -- words are too powerful, they make things too real -- but he knows all of these things. Fantasies and roles and gratification. How he can turn off Majima Goro and be anything that he wants to be.
She kisses him faintly, the texture of her lipstick sticking and pulling just a little at the brushed touch. She tilts her head so that most of her hair tumbles to one side, just a few strands clinging around her neck. She works on his buttons while holding his gaze, slow and purposeful. ]
Somethin' different t'do.
[ Someone different to be. Toraguma wouldn't get it; yakuza duty is unbreaking and unbending. Tenkohime would. ]
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It's just for fun...
[ He knows the shape of fantasy very well, and he knows how to turn himself right off and play the role he's presented. He wasn't offering to fuck anyone as Lord of the Night, but he was offering them gratification all the same. The chance to boss him around, the chance to kick him around and humiliate and berate him. And he had to make it good for them; the pompous little kings. Duck his head and say yes, customer-sama. (Duck his head and promise yes, Sagawa-han. )
Goromi only ducks her head to who she chooses. She's a creature of choices denied. The fantasy is that she would choose you, that she doesn't do anything she doesn't want and she wants this. Escapism, only a little different from the snuffling pigs who go to the dominatrixes to let them out of their heavy roles.
Majima wouldn't put all that into words -- words are too powerful, they make things too real -- but he knows all of these things. Fantasies and roles and gratification. How he can turn off Majima Goro and be anything that he wants to be.
She kisses him faintly, the texture of her lipstick sticking and pulling just a little at the brushed touch. She tilts her head so that most of her hair tumbles to one side, just a few strands clinging around her neck. She works on his buttons while holding his gaze, slow and purposeful. ]
Somethin' different t'do.
[ Someone different to be. Toraguma wouldn't get it; yakuza duty is unbreaking and unbending. Tenkohime would. ]