un: sieglindesullivan / video

[grunehexe]

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

Comments

[grunehexe]

D- Does that not make it more exciting for men of this sort... ?

[Don't mind Sieglinde's commentary, or the fact that she is, for some inexplicable reason, covering her own nameless squidge's "eyes" as she continues to watch and cheer on her favorite in the competition.]

They perform better before an audience that desires to see them succeed, no?

[winces]

[ good on you, sieglinde, for endeavoring to maintain your squidge's purity... unlike your own.............. ]

Is — Is this a performance? [ olivia, meanwhile, can barely squeak out her own response. half-hiding behind a hand, she can't help but look... but also she shouldn't look...!

shouldn't she?! ]

[grunehexe]

[Bask, Olivia, bask in the pervading incense that is pointless macho competition.]

In a way, yes- much like the male peacock spreads his tail feathers and struts about, men perform such spectacles to display their musculature to available mates and in order to raise their status amongst their own...

[She probably shouldn't talk about men the same way most talked about animals they were studying, but.]

[winces]

[ she would bask if she were alone, okay!

...wait. ]

Do— Do you really think so...?

[ because, if that's the case, then perhaps she has no right to be that embarrassed for them... if they mean to be watched, if they like to be watched — then isn't it better to indulge them?? ]

[grunehexe]

Of course!

[It's science, Olivia.]

Otherwise, men would not do half of the things they do. It is simply how their brains work.

[Especially the ones with nice muscles, she's found...]

[winces]

[ olivia turns to sieglinde in mild wonder. ]

You know an awful lot about men, Master... Did you study them for very long?

[grunehexe]

Naturally, there were quite a few tomes on the subject of the sexes within my library.

[She seems Totally Confident on this matter, per usual, but...]

I have found a few points learned therein to have been slightly exaggerated, [Some men COULD contain their lusts, how odd!], but for the most part, it is proving accurate.

[winces]

Ah... I admit, all I know of them are from my experiences with them... [ book-learning wasn't a luxury she had, growing up. ]

[grunehexe]

All it means having been in a book is that they are a collection of many people's opinions or those of a master- usually quite trustworthy.

[Usually]

Or they wouldn't bother making a book at all. It is quite a task.

[Even with a printing press!]

[winces]

[ she nods, quietly thoughtful about this.

and then, perhaps imperceptibly, she inches a little closer to the young girl. ]

What, um. What else did your books say...

[grunehexe]

About which topic exactly... ?

[She seems more than happy to provide answers, but.]

The address quite a wide variety of topics pertaining to the biology and mental state of the male species.

[winces]

U-Um... Maybe just... you know a general....

[ this is incredibly embarrassing, but now that the opportunity presents itself, shouldn't she take advantage of it? ]

H-How to keep them happy?

[grunehexe]

In the bedroom or outside of it... ?

[This is her time to shine, be cool, Sieglinde!!!!]

[winces]

[ no no no no no they are not having this conversation again...! ]

O-Outside! Always outside!!

[grunehexe]

[... Boring.]

I have read that the basis of the relationship from the man's point of view is rooted largely in the nocturnal activities, but...

[Outside the bedroom...]

They are also easily swayed by victuals and drink... I suppose your cooking is not bad- have you served him?

[winces]

—Oh! I did! I'd made him a roll cake once that he really enjoyed...!

[ that. might have led to nocturnal activities... but that is besides the point.............. ]

[grunehexe]

I do not know what this "roll cake" is, but.

[Sweets...]

Men usually prefer heartier meals, though, perhaps you ought to prepare a roast... ?

[winces]

[ she's fed it to you before, sieg, but she never did tell you what it was... oops. ]

O-Oh.. do they...? [ GAIUS, ARE YOU AN OUTLIER? ]

I suppose I can make him a stew, too...!

[grunehexe]

[Names, they're silly. She just stuffs them in her mouth ok.]

In general, yes.

Stew is fine- if there is meat in it. Carrots, and onions, and the like.

[winces]

[ (dirty joke) ]

Oh yes, I know just the recipe! [ grandma's best! .. who knew it could double for a love stew... ]

Anything else..? What about chores? Or singing? Oh — can dancing make them happy? [ BECAUSE SHE MIGHT BE ACTUALLY DECENT AT THAT...! ]

[grunehexe]

[Big carrots.]

Well, I am sure I did read about the harems of sultans in the east employing dancing girls... so men must like it.

[winces]

[ she stiffens a bit, face going a deep crimson color. ]

I-I don't know if I want to be like a h-harem girl...

[grunehexe]

... No?

[Sieglinde blinked a bit rapidly in surprise, cocking her head.]

You wear quite similar clothing, so I thought...

[You were kind of... from that sort of situation...]

[winces]

[ olivia balks, looking to sieglinde in mild indignation. ]

Th-This is just what dancers wear...!

[grunehexe]

You have no harem experience... ?

[There's a weird tick in the corner of Sieglinde's expression that threatens to give her away, but.

She tries her best to keep looking totally srs.]