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[SCREAMING]

Do you know what sex is?

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yup
its how you make a baby

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Have
you ever had sex before

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nope
but i was supposed to
i had a bridegroom picked out for me remember
i was supposed to make a baby with him

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Do you know how sex works? Has anyone educated you?

[KIND OF HORRIFIED RN]

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my chevalier told me you get on top of the man
pin him down
and then you stick it in
right?

[reposing]

Well. That's one way of doing it.

I think that perhaps I need to explain to you a bit more about it, as they do expect people to meet a certain quota in this city. Especially submissives.

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oh
okay
is it complicated
wait do i really have to

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It's only complicated if that's how you like it.

Yes. You do. Or they will force you want to. And that is worse.

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i dont like when things are complicated
im not very smart
i HATE being forced to do things
no
now i dont want it

[reposing]

Diva.

This might be easier if we were speaking face to face. Where can I find you?

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im in my bed
but you dont want to come here
its not befitting someone like you or me

[reposing]

Diva, I promise that I don't care where they're forcing you to stay. I would not think any less of you.

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im in room 15-B
in the apartments they gave to submissives

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I will be there. And I would like very much to talk to you.

More than just what I think you need to know.

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_{[For some reason that makes her nervous...as if she's going to be scolded or lectured, even though she knows that's not his intent.]}

ill be here
its too cold to go anywhere else
the door is open you can come in when you get here

_{[And when he does eventually arrive she'll be cocooned under a pile of blankets, a lump on her mattress. The room itself is rather sparse and doesn't hold much at all. She'll peak her head out at him when she smells and hears him, a bit like a nervous turtle.]}

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[Once Alucard arrives, he hesitates when he sees her wrapped up in her blankets. Ah, poor Diva. He frowns a little to himself before he's shutting the door and approaching.

He gestures for her to come closer as he sits on the end of the bed.]

I have something for you, before we talk. Would you like to have it?

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You have something for me?

_{[Poor Diva indeed. She emerges further, shuffling herself across the mattress, dragging one of the blankets with her.]}

Please.

[reposing]

Turn around. No peeking.

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_{[Oh no...now she's excited. There's a bit of a wiggle of anticipation as she shimmies herself around, raising each of her hands to settle her palms over her eyes.]}

What is it?

_{[Diva that's not how it works...he's not going to just tell you!]}

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[Gently, he begins to brush her hair back, straightening it out until he finally has it pinned back with a bow.]

Open your eyes.

[He does have a compact mirror if she wants to look!]

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_{[She does as she's told, immediately reaching back to touch and feel what he's just clipped into her hair. She knows that shape well enough!]}

Oh! My prince! You got me a bow?

_{[It's...actually an incredibly simple gift...but to Diva it's something lovely. As bougie as she could be, deep down she's most pleased with simple, delicate things.]}

I want to see!

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[Her excitement is so sincere that he can't help but smile in return.]

Of course, my lady.

[His mirror is offered to her.]

Tell me how you like it.

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_{[She can't help but be excited. She loves being doted on and she likes Alucard. What's better than being doted on by someone you're fond of? Taking the mirror she gives it a look and soon turns her attention back to him. It's got her approval.]}

It's very lovely. I think it suits me.

[reposing]

I agree, completely. I'm glad you like it as you do.

[He reaches out and gently takes her hand.]

When you arrived here, do you remember if anyone explain what was expected of you? Not that it is their right to tell you such things, but I want to know how much you recall.