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(This is a roleplay based in an alternate universe, using characters from the Final Fantasy world, and is likely to incorporate a number of extreme fetishes.)
There really were only so many ways one could entertain his or herself legitimately, respectfully, when control and coin flowed as freely as the six-tier fountain in the main foyer of the island's grand casino. The height of its waters reached just over three stories and were a treat to look upon even as high as the tenth or twelfth, tourists often caught leaning over hallway balconies to flip in a gil for good luck, or to simply stare. He had whatever he could wish on a whim, this man, this wretched, perverted, yet handsome and charming youth. Such billions were unheard of for a twenty-eight year old, and while they were mostly his doing he could not claim it entirely. The foundation of it all was paid for through a rather rich inheritance, and over the course of just six years in operation the island retreat that encompassed anything one could want in a vacation, from a tropical forest to mountains of snow to stretches of beach to beautiful plains to anything else, had turned the investment of his inherited millions already into billions.
It could not be done, architect after architect would tell him, to have seven or eight contrasting climates all sustained on one island, sizable or no. A physical impossibility. Funny how the impossible became possible when money was thrown its way. And despite how much it had taken, literally every last gil, it had all been recouped within the first four months of its grand opening. People lined up years in advance just to enter such a palace, such a paradise, some dropping everything they'd earned to stay a month or two straight, others thrilled to set foot for even one day. It was the elite of the elite, only the rich or beautiful allowed to exist in his Eden.
But there was only so much a man at the top could do before it all became routine and, quite frankly, boring. He had done too well of a job in making this place so self-sustainable, right down to the staff who could quite well run it without him, his several assistants tending to their given tasks superbly. If he didn't wish to personally oversee things he generally didn't have to, and there was only so much indulging in one's own heaven before you desires others to share it with you. Lucky for him the ladies were were endless, all of them rich, or gorgeous, or both. Unlucky, not for him but for the men they often came with, they were taken, taken only in the assumed sense. He could have whatever he wanted, this young gentleman. It was simply a matter of explaining that to each blushing, giggling female.
There was one whom he'd been staring at for well over an hour now, a rather busty blonde standing near her man at a roulette table, and obviously growing less and less interested by the minute. Gambling was quite addicting for some and only so-so for others. The problem was that for those who couldn't get enough this place was a horrible enabler, their payouts higher by far than any other casino, patrons needing only one lucky win to recoup a steady string of losses. That didn't mean those wins came often, but when they did they were like a drug, enticing one to spend the next several hours in search of another hit.
Celes Chere. He'd gotten her name in minutes at the request given to one of his assistants. Tall, slender with a light muscled tone to his body, Tyrith was a clever young man who knew how to bide his time, and knew when to press forward. Hazel brown eyes matched well with his short brown hair, combed forward and to a side. Several days worth of an untouched growth stretched along his jawline, something which rarely brought complaint from any lady to share his bed. Or his dresser. Or his bathroom counter. And that jaw itself gave way to a wicked grin, that of a man on the hunt, that of a man sitting several tables away with his eyes seemingly stuck on this blonde. This busty women whom he already knew how he wished to take. This leggy female whom his loins ached to claim at simply her sight, wanting to mark his territory in, and all over her body.
Whether she knew of his looks or not mattered little. She'd glanced over his way a few times, but that could have been coincidence just as well as it could have been knowing. He wouldn't make his move yet. Soon. Not yet. He'd wait for hers first, wait for her to leave her man, perhaps to another part of the casino, to the bar, or anywhere else she would go. And then he would pounce, this the wild and she his prey.
There really were only so many ways one could entertain his or herself legitimately, respectfully, when control and coin flowed as freely as the six-tier fountain in the main foyer of the island's grand casino. The height of its waters reached just over three stories and were a treat to look upon even as high as the tenth or twelfth, tourists often caught leaning over hallway balconies to flip in a gil for good luck, or to simply stare. He had whatever he could wish on a whim, this man, this wretched, perverted, yet handsome and charming youth. Such billions were unheard of for a twenty-eight year old, and while they were mostly his doing he could not claim it entirely. The foundation of it all was paid for through a rather rich inheritance, and over the course of just six years in operation the island retreat that encompassed anything one could want in a vacation, from a tropical forest to mountains of snow to stretches of beach to beautiful plains to anything else, had turned the investment of his inherited millions already into billions.
It could not be done, architect after architect would tell him, to have seven or eight contrasting climates all sustained on one island, sizable or no. A physical impossibility. Funny how the impossible became possible when money was thrown its way. And despite how much it had taken, literally every last gil, it had all been recouped within the first four months of its grand opening. People lined up years in advance just to enter such a palace, such a paradise, some dropping everything they'd earned to stay a month or two straight, others thrilled to set foot for even one day. It was the elite of the elite, only the rich or beautiful allowed to exist in his Eden.
But there was only so much a man at the top could do before it all became routine and, quite frankly, boring. He had done too well of a job in making this place so self-sustainable, right down to the staff who could quite well run it without him, his several assistants tending to their given tasks superbly. If he didn't wish to personally oversee things he generally didn't have to, and there was only so much indulging in one's own heaven before you desires others to share it with you. Lucky for him the ladies were were endless, all of them rich, or gorgeous, or both. Unlucky, not for him but for the men they often came with, they were taken, taken only in the assumed sense. He could have whatever he wanted, this young gentleman. It was simply a matter of explaining that to each blushing, giggling female.
There was one whom he'd been staring at for well over an hour now, a rather busty blonde standing near her man at a roulette table, and obviously growing less and less interested by the minute. Gambling was quite addicting for some and only so-so for others. The problem was that for those who couldn't get enough this place was a horrible enabler, their payouts higher by far than any other casino, patrons needing only one lucky win to recoup a steady string of losses. That didn't mean those wins came often, but when they did they were like a drug, enticing one to spend the next several hours in search of another hit.
Celes Chere. He'd gotten her name in minutes at the request given to one of his assistants. Tall, slender with a light muscled tone to his body, Tyrith was a clever young man who knew how to bide his time, and knew when to press forward. Hazel brown eyes matched well with his short brown hair, combed forward and to a side. Several days worth of an untouched growth stretched along his jawline, something which rarely brought complaint from any lady to share his bed. Or his dresser. Or his bathroom counter. And that jaw itself gave way to a wicked grin, that of a man on the hunt, that of a man sitting several tables away with his eyes seemingly stuck on this blonde. This busty women whom he already knew how he wished to take. This leggy female whom his loins ached to claim at simply her sight, wanting to mark his territory in, and all over her body.
Whether she knew of his looks or not mattered little. She'd glanced over his way a few times, but that could have been coincidence just as well as it could have been knowing. He wouldn't make his move yet. Soon. Not yet. He'd wait for hers first, wait for her to leave her man, perhaps to another part of the casino, to the bar, or anywhere else she would go. And then he would pounce, this the wild and she his prey.
