[closed] california's a garden of eden

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Who ⬤ Kamui & friends
What ⬤ Kamui has a fun time at the festival-- until, of course, the festival stops being fun.
When ⬤ During and after the Night Parade
Where ⬤ Around the city
Content Warnings ⬤ slapstick dildo violence, the backdrop of the bathhouse orgy but no actual sex, actual violence later

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oh boy 💀

[nerine]

[One of the other Nikusui had dressed up Monts for the occasion. The Lost Souls under Tenkohime's leadership needed to look their very best if they were to serve their guests and raise the levels of excitement during the Night Parade.

"If you aren't going to break your back in there, then at the very least, break something or someone and look good while doing it," said the Nikusui dryly as she put the finishing touches on the young woman's face.

Marianna figures, "Okay. Sure, why not."

She's more or less acting as a poster girl, welcoming in the guests who want to participate in the heart-racing activities that Tenkohime had announced over the network. There's no judgment on her part, though one of the pettier youkai sex workers had asked if Monts was some kind of prude ("No, I'm Catholic," Monts replied cheerfully — She is not.) As the festivities proceed, she actually does a good job pitching to curious customers and enticing them by slipping her arm around theirs to lead them inside, smiling and giving vague suggestive glances and promises of a good time before passing them off to the others to really get down and dirty.

There are the troublemakers to contend with; anyone grabby, rude, or generally giving off a creepy vibe is thrown out and at first, Monts isn't too involved besides lightly alerting their managers.

As Kamui enters the room, they're short on people and when the Nikusui implores Monts to help out, she has no reason to refuse. You see, the thing is though, she just came back from an errand and is holding a large (and long) paper bag by its handle. The delivery was supposed to be for one of the rooms, but if she's going to play rough... ]

Hello!

[Monts has approached the Shuten member, smiling all the while and waving to catch his attention.]

You lost big guy?

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[Kamui is also not especially prudish, but he's as disinterested in the festival's saucier offerings as they come. Also, he's been here before. The Tamamo bathhouse workers had been, well... insistent the first time around. It was irritating then, and it's even more irritating now, now that he's lost his most reliable means of contact with the other Lost Souls in town. If Monts hadn't approached him, he'd have surely ignored her entirely.]

Thank you, [he replies briskly,] but I'm not here to partake. [Kamui gives the suspiciously long paper bag a dubious glance-- wow, they've really got everything here, don't they?-- before he turns away, rifling through the room for his phone. This was one of the stops on that 'tour', wasn't it...?]

Once I get what I came here for, I'll be out of here. You don't need to worry about me.

[Get what he-- blurts one of the nikusui; there's a faint smack! as the other one swats her arm, then loudly shushes her.]

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Mm. You're Shuten aren't you?

[Just to put it out there in the open. The other Nikusui stiffen, waiting with bated breath because the tension has ramped up by Monts putting a spotlight on the unsaid context; different factions, different values, and thus, different troubles.]

Not sure what you'd need here. Though since you're aware of where you are then you're aware that this is the place of giving and taking.

But hey, I'm willing to hear you out before I run you off! What do you need?

[She's pleasant and so is her smile. Supposedly. There's an undertone if you listen closely enough saying, "You better run along or else." It's politeness tainted with the tiniest drops of poison.]

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Mm.

[If Kamui is anything, it's that he's utterly single-minded when it comes to getting something done. He's barely paying attention, opening drawers and looking underneath furniture, to a word she says. Of course he's Shuten, if it matters: the only thing he's after right now is his one lifeline in hell.]

I was here earlier, with a friend, and left something behind. It's nothing you need to worry about. [Harried as he is (god, how much does a new phone even cost? he's subsisting off the least glamorous of conbini dinners and instant ramen as is right now!!) he doesn't give the necessary context, nor does he remember to mind his tone. Kamui sounds more than a little terse, and he doesn't turn around to look at Monts a second time.]

Just leave me be.

[nerine]

[Ah.

Well. You know. She's been here for a few hours now, has yet to run off and just have fun with the festivities and at some point, one loses tolerance for the high sexual energy that reverberates through the walls...

Maybe she's being petty.

Maybe she just wants to lose some steam and is going to take it on Kamui because unfortunately for him, he is the nearest and most immediate problem to take care of.

There's a rustling from the paper bag and before anyone can make a comment—]

WHACK!!

[The Nikusi youkai's eyes are wide as the large dildo makes contact with the top of Kamui's head. He's lucky though; it's just average strength behind the hit, but on the other hand, it's still a blow full of malice and ill-intention.]

Out.

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[It's not the size strength of the dildo, it's what you do with it, apparently-- that bop on the head was just solid enough to throw him for a complete loop.]

Wh--

[He stammers, bewildered, as he finally whirls around. The surprise of the impact upgrades the blow to tooth-chattering level: he has no idea what the fuck just smacked him upside the head and oh my god he has never seen a dildo that big in his life what is going on. Kamui's eyes are as wide as the Nikusui's as he reaches up to clutch the top of his head, even as he stares, practically shellshocked, up at her.

(One of the Nikusuis, in the chaos, has whipped out her phone to take a picture. Monts is her new hero, and that giant dildo is her new Excalibur.)]

I-- yes, yes, I'm leaving! I just, I need my phone!

[And yes, he's really leaving RIGHT after. Funny how the words come out so much more easily when you're worried you'll be bludgeoned to death by high-quality silicone.]

[nerine]

[And thus, the Demon of the Bathhouse was born.

As far as Monts was concerned she was just doing her job. She waves Kamui off and calls after him, just to top it off with a sickeningly sweet customer service voice.]

Adiós! I hope you enjoyed your stay with us, dear customer!

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[As the nikusui hustle him out of there and slam the door in his face, Kamui realizes: he never actually got that extra five minutes to search for his cellphone, did he? Unless there's an orgy lost-and-found, or one of his friends in the clan actually takes pity on him to help search, he is... shit out of luck.]

My phone...

[Rubbing the spot she'd smacked gingerly, Kamui stares forlornly at the bathhouse entrance and resolves, for real this time, to never darken the doors of a Tamamo bathhouse again. At least not without a friend to protect him from the demon of the bathhouse.]