+- Hydaelyn Role-Players (https://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/mybb18)
+-- Forum: Role-Play (https://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/mybb18/forumdisplay.php?fid=27)
+--- Forum: Town Square (IC) (https://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/mybb18/forumdisplay.php?fid=21)
+--- Thread: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments welcome and encouraged]] (/showthread.php?tid=8337)
[NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments welcome and encouraged]] - OttoVann - 09-18-2014
[I've never done this before, please be gentle. Please I encourage all feedback good and bad as well. I know I have had some public feedback thats positive, but privately some negative but deeply constructive feedback. I welcome all help]
[This story takes place months ago by the way IC]
It always starts off the same. Every morning like clockwork, always gentle at first as I lie on my bed, hungover, exhausted, and never satisfied.
Ridley Silverlake, my secretary and closest confidant. She is always standing over me on the bed in her usual attire. She wears a Light Steel Galerus, little more than an bra made from light-steel, custom fit to her modest chest. Her petite teenage frame is largely bare and exposed, a white Taffetta Loin Cloth with a ridiculous looking half-mini skirt is all that covers her loins and rear. Those leggings are tucked into her massive Heavy Darksteel Flanchards, colossal sized armor that she wears around the entirety of her legs. Its a sight to behold, a half naked teenager in your room with barely anything covering her assets and legs of steel resembling something a Magitek device would have. I've never understood why she gravitates towards wearing as little as possible minus her greaves, but its always a pleasant sight.
Luckily she spares me a slap with her gauntlets, always one to remove them before trying to awake me.
*slap*
Usually the first doesn’t wake me up, and today is no different.
*slap slap*
Now she has my attention as my mind begins to stir, immediately being flooded with messages on how sore I am, tired, and generally exhausted. In its hungover state it rarely filters all of this well, if at all. I immediately fade back to sleep. This will usually get her to put her hands on her hip and shake her head, before leaning over to harshly whisper “Sir, its time to get up†as she places a palm on my chest to push me into the bed and shake me. As usual, not so gentle slaps start to come…
*Slap*
This is about the time I typically respond, my mind hit with a deluge with a haze of pain and not really knowing where I am. I begin to stir for good, snorting in air as I open an eye, wincing at the fresh floods of pain this typically brings as it soaks in the light and start to slowly gain consciousness and roll over to the side of the bed. Luckily Ridley is quite used to seeing me in the full nude by now, as I sit up on the edge of the bed, with my elbows propped on my thighs, and my head buried in my hands as I hunch over. My head is usually swimming and my mouth dry as she always reaches over to pick up the glass of fresh water she has already set and prepared on my nightstand. She will always pass it to me as I silently drink it, keeping my head low to avoid the harsh lights of my chandelier as I silently recover, my bloodshot red-rimmed eyes straining to stay as closed as possible as Ridley moves into her next phase.
At this point in a typical morning, Ridley raises her voice to her teenaged shrill, clapping her hands together loudly as she makes no effort to not stomp around in my room with those bulky flanchards, intentionally being obnoxious to try and ‘wake the dead’ as last night’s party is awoken from there hungover state, bitching and whining about whatever it is they choose to do. Ridley always calls this ‘removing the wilted flowers’ as she drags these whores to life, sometimes literally dragging them out of my Free Company apartment. She usually has bags of gil on my desk waiting, pre-sorted and counted depending on the face and their price. However today, it was only two women, a pair of sisters I met at a bar and they aren’t into paid whoring, just flings, typical for the Miqo kind and its women. They also seem to have built up a slight resistance to the drugs I take, and are less inclined to give the dead fish routine as they are sternly jostled to the realm of the living and escorted out at Ridley’s behest.
She always hands them her ticket (business card), always saying “If you ever want to be with Lord Vann again, you speak to me. Never him. Here’s my ticket (business card). How this works is if you give me your name, and I mention it to him and he somehow remembers you, you get put onto his schedule that I maintain.†This rarely seems to sink in, as they sort of nod absent mindedly, shuffling out quietly with ruined makeup and hair. Before Ridley, me having to kick these women out myself was always a chore, sometimes they'd be clingy or want to do other stupid things like eat breakfast together or something.
[To be continued if feedback is positive]
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - OttoVann - 09-18-2014
By the time Ridley is done removing last night’s happenings from my room, I’m finally ready to pick myself up and stand fully, stretching with a full and quite lowd yell and groan as I stretchy my body fully, arms outstretched and reaching for the ceiling. Without fail, Ridley is always there, walking to me with my housecoat in hand. Never one to comment on how I look, she will simply quietly refill my glass of water, holding it in hand ready for me to accept as I put my arms in my robe’s sleeves and walk over to my desk, taking the glass as I head that way and sipping from it, eyes still squinted from my immense hangover. As I walk over to my desk, my hand at my temple as it still swims, she always tells me what I’m being served for breakfast. She’s gotten better at picking out what I like, and today is Dagger Soup. Just what I like at times like this.
No sooner do I sit down does Ridley launch into full secretarial mode. I never say a word, and simply focus my mind the best I know how as she unloads on me while I quietly enjoy my spoonfuls of soup, thankful that she knows the right people to make whatever she deems fit for me, and it always be safe and most importantly, well cooked. Holding her note block in one hand against her hip she doesn’t even look up to me while she starts going over everything she feels I need to hear and see and sign. She has a formula to it now, something we’ve quietly perfected over these last several weeks, going over things in such a way that I will most effectively remember them.
First, its always business paperwork. Over time I have grown to be so obscenely wealthy I don’t even bother accounting on my own expenditures anymore. The managers I’ve hired to run my stores are all personally vetted by me, half of them I sleep with and I’ve noticed a trend where this typically has their stores running a little better as they seem to think the more impressed I am with Ridley’s reports on their earnings, the higher they get on priority to spend time with me. They aren’t wrong. This is usually over pretty quickly, Ridley knows I don’t care anymore about any of this and sometime signs my name for me for the far less important paperwork, saving me valuable time and effort as I recoup from my hangover with my breakfast. Though today she does have some documentation I need to personally overlook and approve. Nothing too bad, I profited off of the days business, as usual. Apparently today I only profited about nine-hundred thousand gil. Lower than usual, but needless to say profit is profit. Who can even spend that much in a day except for me?
It would seem my attempts at aggressive expansion in Limsa are largely ineffective and I am at most breaking even. They’re requesting more capital from me, so I sign away and hand it back to Ridley and promptly get back to my soup, eager to drain this bowl so that I can stand and get dressed. One last thing Ridley slides onto my desk, stopping her words for a moment, is the all familiar seal of The Synidicate. I know what they want, money. They’re not wrong to ask, they’ve helped me get to where I am today in their own small way. Soon enough I’ll be dealing with the lesser in that organization and firmly resting my feet on their backs – but for now I will pay. They don’t ask for much anyways. A scant five million gil a month. Anyone can afford that. A quick and intentionally lazy signature and that's that for business dealings of the day.
People always ask why they never see me work too hard, what you just saw was a majority of the 'hard' work I do still perform.
The second thing Ridley always wants to review with me are the names of those who want to get in touch with me over business proposals or handouts. I’ve gotten a bit numb to it all, and generally ignore all of these requests, trashing them. I don’t care if someone can propose to me a way to save upwards of twenty-percent on my cost to acquire Rubies for my needs. Never. I will deal with my businesses, myself. I am not going to let third parties intervene and bog me down. I don’t want partners, and I don’t want to share. This is my Empire to run and maintain and I won’t be carving out Lordships to others for ‘benefit’. I don't give a damn about maximizing profit, the people that supplied me in the beginning are all I will ever need. I also have grown weary of constantly having organizations come to me to ask for handouts when we all know most of them are eternally useless and never ran well. I prefer my benefaction to be private and personal.
[To be continued...]
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Warren Castille - 09-18-2014
(I like seeing how the Other Side lives, so the speak. Otto's morning routine is pretty unique amongst roleplayers here, and your line about five million gil is a perfect summation of the gap between Those With in Ul'dah and Those Without.
Proceed.)
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - OttoVann - 09-18-2014
Third on the docket is something that is briefly discussed. Drugs. Ridley usually points to a silk-lined leather bag sitting on my scale, pre-measured by her from my suppliers and balanced to the amount I’ll need for the day. This is something she firmly doesn’t enjoy, but does it out of the intense loyalty she feels to me. That and I pay her more money than most nobles spend in a month, every week. If you pay with peanuts you get monkeys as they say. She mumbles the cost and I simply don’t care to listen, though my mouth waters a bit at the thought of whats in the big. Something I’ve gotten accustomed to is never caring about the price tag of anything anymore. As long as it keeps me amped and ready to take the day on to its fullest, I don't ever care.
By this point in my morning I’m usually satisfied with breakfast, sometimes I finish it sometimes I don’t. Today I drained my bowl mostly empty and this is when I really start to wake up. With a yawn I sit back into my chair, relaxing into it and slouching a little as I cross one bare leg over the other and continue to yawn, a closed fist over my mouth to stifle the silent outburst. She keeps droning on so I guess this must mean I have either names to review to see if she will start to try to pencil them in OR ‘appointments’ or word to describe sexual encounters with whoevers name is beside the time-slot she put down.
“Sir, do you remember these names?†she always asks in her calm and proud little voice, always trying to sound firm and in charge. So, that’s what she has next I think to myself, as I look to her with an amused look. Its usually fun trying to dredge the depths of the previous nights and figure if there's anything I can recollect. I wonder if I have any appointments after.
Today she reviews two names. Truthfully I didn’t forget them, but I also didn’t care to remember so I feign ignorance with a dismissive wave of the hand and those names are quick to be scratched by her without a second thought. Its not that they we’re unattractive, or poor at keeping a bed warm, but even I have shreds of modesty left and I simply see no need for more to constantly eat my and Ridley’s time away. Most importantly, I’m tired of Miqo, and have been on a bit of a binge for Hyur women. I’m not concerned with discarding two, there’s always more, always.
At this point I’m fully awake, my mind feels clear and crisp all things considered. Ridley understands that when I rise from my desk and start walking to my wardrobe to finish up with it. She tells me I have exactly one appointment today. Surprising, only one? No matter. I know it doesn’t really matter if I only have one, I’ve got one woman I’m finally going steady with, though she knows about the womanizing and endorses it fully. She’s got a bit of a Spartan side to her, letting me warm up on others until she shows up after the days errands to finish the deed. She needs no appointment and comes and goes as she pleases. Sometimes she takes to Ridley's schedules and picks names that I think she'd enjoy, and takes them for herself. Her name is Anna and one day I'm sure she will be introduced more thoroughly. All I can say for now, is that she is a true and proper Highland woman in all things. There's something about a woman that can almost match you in raw strength and lust - hard to find and harder to keep. I'm a lucky man sometimes.
I slide my robe off and let it hit the floor as I open my wardrobe – Ridley true to form never cares seeing all of me. I push my suits across the racks, pulling out different pieces and showing them to her, mock hanging them over my body to get a reaction from Ridley. This is where she always shrugs and always tells me “I don’t get paid for that. I barely dress myself, look at me! I wear next to nothing over my body anyways.†Well she always has a point, but I always make it a point to include her whenever I can. She’s one of the few souls I trust implicitly, I have a feeling she’d work for free if I ‘forgot’ to pay her. What makes it more intriguing, is I’ve never slept with the girl. I never will either. Her loyalty is unending and I’ve done little to foster it other than take her in and give her a purpose after her previous ‘Master’ threw her out. In fact, I know scant little about Ridley’s sexual life. I know she prefers women, probably almost exclusively if she never reacts to my being in the nude. I don’t judge that though, how could I when I only prefer women myself?
[To be continued...]
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Berrod Armstrong - 09-18-2014
((This perspective is refreshing and unique. I enjoy it! Great work!))
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - OttoVann - 09-18-2014
Today, lost most days, I picked my signature suit after giving the other colors and designs real thought. Pink with red accents and pinstriped pants. Admittedly it’s not a 100% symmetrical pattern or color palette, but I’m a right sucker for pastels and deep reds. When men of my wealth and political magnitude show up to events in gaudy colors, bucking trends and ignoring the standard order of fashion, its usually a firm message for those that can read it.
Ridley, always one to be a yes-woman over the little things, simply nods in approval and stands at half attention, knowing she’s debriefed me fully on the day. However, as always, she’s quick to remind not even minutes later “Don’t forget your one appointment today, its at nine with Lucy.†Well I suppose I can’t blame her for reminding me before I’ve had a chance to finish a thought with my hungover addled mind, sometimes people do get stood up by me, such is the way of things when you have a tight schedule to maintain, with some women above that coming and going as they please, my favorites if you could call them that. Lucy though, well if I have Ridley going to Falcon to put her down on my schedule for tonight, I know it’s going to be a long and very pleasing one. That’s a real pro at her work, classy in her own way. I’d smile my typical small smile, but no one would see it under the beard anyways.
Bath time, finally. I hate sleeping, I hate not enjoying all of my time, but taking a bath is something I can always do. When I was romantic Kerwin they would say I was addicted to the water, and she wasn’t wrong. Ridley quick to set my oil burner with fresh Lavender, finally stands in front of me as she usually does putting her beret back on ready to leave. Its about time for her to tend to her own personal schedule. She came to me in private just yesterday, sheepishly asking me if she could spend time with one of my favorites in a more ‘personal’ way. Hard for me to turn her down, I knew Keru would say yes if I mentioned Ridley had an eye for her. I can only imagine the fun those two are planning on having once she leaves me to my bath. I said earlier I know scant little about Ridley’s bedroom life, but the right people have told me after a time with her that she’s one of the best. My little unassuming Ridley, a master of the bedroom – who knew.
She gives me her typical salute asking me if I need anything else, and that if anything comes up I know where to find her. With that she spins on that heel, her greaves stomping a bit as she marches out in those massive leggings she loves so much. I waste no time relaxing down into the water, sitting off the bench and instead in the middle of the tub, slouching low so that my nose barely sits over the surface of the water – letting the heat fully seep into my body. I just love burning Lavender oil, it has a way of making the hungover cloud in your mind dissipate better than any drug I’ve taken from the local alchemists to clear my head. Truth be told I sometimes sleep in my tub, for up to an hour it would seem. Easy to let time slip when you no longer have to work hard due to want.
I wonder if I should send Jancis a mogmail invitation to lunch with her again sometime. She’s a smart woman who likes to hide it, and I could use her for personal advising of sorts in my personal matters. She has a way of listening to me rant, almost like confession, however I am deeply cautious about leaning on her or anyone for too much. It would be too easy for someone to see me interact with Jancis too much in public and assume she's one of my girls or that we are romantic of sorts and kidnap her for details about me or The Syndicate. The Syndicate has a way to force a bit of isolation on those that aren't completely soul-less and heartless and look to only use people until they expire.
I’ll get to that after I awake from this tub though...
[To be continued...??]
[I need advice from here, I dont know if I did well throughout all of it]
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Lucy Honeypot - 09-18-2014
Otto <3 I may remember this night actually ;D
Very good, I love how much detail there is! It paints the setting really well!
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - DoomsdayClock - 09-19-2014
This is all very awesome. Ul'dah needs the existence of Otto Vann. I fully endorse this.
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Salinas - 09-19-2014
Ah~ I finally finished reading what you have so far! Everything is all good. Actually, one of the more pleasant things I've read all week. I do enjoy getting a peek into the personal mind and lives of another character.
Quite refreshing and adds a lot more depth to Otto's character. 。(⌒∇⌒。) He's got more than what I perceived him to be. (Then again.. Caelia and him have only had one encounter so far.) Looking forward to more posts from Otto! Gotta peel all them layers of this fashionable man. Pfft.
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - OttoVann - 09-19-2014
When I am sleeping in the hot-tub in my room, I rarely sleep deeply. Today is no different and after mildly falling in and out of consciousness for an hour I finally snap to it for good and stand. I usually place my hands on my hips and look down into the water as I stand there for a minute or so to let my upper half dry out a bit, my eyes closed as I breathe slowly, but heavily. One of the nicer things about my morning routine is how regimented it has become. I always know that as soon as I step down and out of the tub, Ridley has a towel hanging on a hook within reach of my right hand.
I dry off like I usually would, standing on the fine fur rugs I created myself. They're always so comfortable feeling on bare feet. I would typically walk over to my desk with my towel hung around my neck and resting on my shoulders and begin to look over any documentation Ridley leaves on my desk she deemed important enough for me to consider reading, but not important enough to bother me with during breakfast. This morning, like most mornings, all of it gets trashed. I sit down at my desk, look it over briefly, notice none of it seems particularly relevant or personal and place it in my waste bin at the foot of my desk without a second thought.
I sit at my desk now, totally awake and in full form, rapping my fingers across my desk as I notice the distinct lack of a hard knock. I must have removed my rings last night when getting home which I usually do and slide out the typical drawer they would be in, finding them and putting them on. I have a particular weakness for rubies and love wearing a pair of ruby rings made from the finest rose gold and native gold you can come across. I love the effect copper has when you mix it in with gold, giving it that rose-red hue. Of course I made my own rings, no one else can match my technical expertise with precious metals. I return to rapping my fingers across my desk for a moment, now more clearly thinking as my eyes light up and I stop - turning my attention to my scale and the bag left on it.
I immediately reach my left hand to my scale, yanking the bag from it as my right hand fishes in my drawer for my pestle and mortar. I immediately turn the bag over to dump its contents into my stoneware and start the crushing and churning process - my blows into the bowl with purpose and practiced precision. Once I get it ground down to a powder like quality, I take a spoonful and turn it over in my mouth, dropping it on my tongue as I wash it down with the always present glass of water Ridley leaves for me at the base of my scale. In its final form the drug is called 'moon sugar' or something to that effect. I don't particularly care for its immense bitter flavor, but its one hell of a drug that can sharpen even the slackest of minds into a real focus and give enough energy for five men.
After I swallow my bitter 'medicine' I usually cough once, wincing noticeably at how awful it tastes. I've gotten used to it though and almost look forward to the disgusting flavor each morning since I know what comes after. I simply lean back into my desk-chair, laying my head back across the top of it as I look up at the ceiling briefly before I wrap my wet towel that's resting on my shoulders across my face lightly to block out light and typically pass out for a few minutes. The muffled sound of running watera,the ticks gold inlaid clock I made that sits atop my desk, along with the warm feeling my face gets from being covered is deeply relaxing. I sleep in my chair, fully nude, with a wet towel across my face - a sight to behold which is why Ridley locks the door behind her when she leave so none of my Free Company members can intrude on my little ritual. The last thing I need is for the world to see me like this drugged up and out of form.
[To be continued...]
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Jana - 09-19-2014
I don't know why you were worried before. Your writing is perfectly fine.
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - OttoVann - 09-19-2014
(09-19-2014, 03:10 AM)Jana Wrote: I don't know why you were worried before. Your writing is perfectly fine.
( I have never written this much anything for fun before ._.
Im constantly finding typos and grammar errors and stuff I didn't do well RIP)
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Tiergan - 09-19-2014
(( I'm pretty sure eeeeeeeeverybody finds typos and mistakes after they post up some writing they did. XD Don't sweat it. ))
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - OttoVann - 09-19-2014
It hits you like a sledge being swung by the mightiest Highland man you can imagine. One minute your draped across your desk-chair, sleeping deeply if only for a few minutes before electricity hits your heart and veins and you lurch forward gasping for air as your eyes explode open. Over time I've come to experiment with all sorts of methods on how to best ingest this 'sugar' and powder seems to work best if you seek that instantaneous jolt to your system almost like an orgasm would flooding the mind and body with pleasure all at once. What it does to the mind is special, my vision feels like it gets better, my hearing seems to improve, all of a sudden the world is snapped into a crystal clear vision, like I'm looking through my gemscope on a macro scale.
Well it's time to get dressed. Normally I would throw my towel off my face and let it just land on the floor but lately I've been trying to be nice to the maids I keep and hang it back up on the hook where I got it. A small and practically worthless gesture but Ridley has noticed it before and gave an approving glance, definitely worth it the small effort it takes. I won't go into too much detail about how the great Otto Vann gets dressed in the morning, but I can tell you I prefer my smallclothes to be a blend of silk and linen that I make myself. Tight to the frame, extremely thin and breathable and always flattering to see me in.
*knock knock*
Interesting. Someone is coming to visit me and I didn't know about it ahead of time. Well it can only be a couple of people coming around unannounced. Luckily for them I haven't put my shirt or suit-jacket yet, only just cinching my belt tight as I walk across the room from my wardrobe to my door barefoot, unlocking it rather gruffly as I open the door.
None other than Lhea is at my door. Now this here is the personification of feminine perfection and beauty. True she is a Miqo but I've seen her reduce even the mightiest of men, myself included, to a worthless pile of blabbering mess - totally seduced by her form. She has a dark and rich satin-like brown flesh-tone, perfectly cut and maintained hair as black and dark as any coal you will ever see. Her eyes are her most powerful asset, touched with regal purple eyeliner, those jewels themselves also sparkle with a purple hue to them. Her lips are large and inviting, always covered with a dark black lipstick. Her style of outfit changes with the hours and today, at least for now, she's wearing a coatee and full length skirt, both colored dark red. Her corset is pushing her chest up and out with no hidden intentions, those breasts beg for attention and I usually oblige for a moment. I'm not one to disappoint so I give them an appraising look before matching her gaze as she begins to speak with that typical smile across her face.
I always remind myself that Lhea is someone that I trust implicitly and completely and she feels the same towards me. This fine young woman here knows more about me than almost everyone in my inner-circle of inner-circles ever will. She has seen me at my absolute lows, and has been there with me hand in hand at my peaks. I do my best to honor her and be there for her whenever she asks of me or seems to be distraught. We never have and never will sleep with each other and we frankly prefer it this way. Though I am not a liar, even though I've become largely immune to her overbearing beauty I still find myself looking at her with a bit of an eye for wanting more. I'm disciplined though and know that I need her too much as my closest confidant to ever take our friendship further than it is - that and she would decline me. I can't charm them all it would seem.
[To be continued...]
RE: [NSFW] A Typical Day [Closed][OOC comments please] - Lhea Korolon - 09-19-2014
I luv otto's writing!!! so much detail, it's quiet refreshing to read ~ *reads and blushes* oh Hey look that's me!! *waves* that make me famous?