internet, meet [insert title of glam's webseries]

[mxglam]

To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.

News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.

And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.

"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."

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[thinkering]

"...What, how wild are they?"

[mxglam]

"Um. That actually entirely depends on how wild I'm allowing them to be. And on more data about how our dynamics there will be than I currently have."

[thinkering]

"Dynamics here meaning...? Hold that thought." Here is HQ.

[mxglam]

There is HQ. Where do they go?

[thinkering]

Glam's room, looks like.

[mxglam]

Glam is clearly happy about this. There may be bouncing in the air.

[thinkering]

And the door is closed and Lorica's helmet comes off and she stalks up to Glam until their back is to the wall and says, "You were saying?"

[mrglam]

...now the noise is closer to a whimper than anything. His mask is gone, and he hadn't bothered putting on the ski mask underneath it because not expecting to get into a fight where he might've been knocked out unconscious.

"Our dynamics." He clears his throat. "I meant mostly, like, what you're comfortable with. Like you said, not your kink, soooo..."

[thinkering]

"So?"

[mrglam]

"So my wildest dreams might be a bit wilder than you'd be completely comfortable with."

[thinkering]

"Well, if my virgin ears start to bleed, you will know to back off..."

[mrglam]

Sadde spends a few seconds processing this, his brain apparently having to reboot. "Well. Okay. Where were we... ah yes, I still had pants on. That. Would definitely not be a thing anymore."

[thinkering]

"I'm not given to understand states of undress as a dynamic thing."

[mrglam]

"No, indeed not, but there's some ground to cover before getting to that. The very wildest of the dreams would involve... implements. Other than ropes." They swallow. "Bearing in mind that these things vary from one time to the next, the images include stuff ranging from edging to... other forms of. Punishment."

[thinkering]

"When I'm not wearing my helmet the bot can't look things up for me," Lorica says, shrugging out of the rest of her armor.

[mrglam]

His eyes trail her body, and it's not like she's wearing anything more suggestive than jeans-and-a-t-shirt, but still. "Edging is when you bring me to the... edge... and then stop. In this case."

[thinkering]

"...That's a weird thing to be into. On your end."

[mrglam]

"I'm into weird things. We'd determined that already."

[thinkering]

"Yes. Anyway. Punishment as in for a thing or as a general category of interpersonal mistreatment?"

[mrglam]

"Either. Both. If the scene can give it something to be for that's best, but it's not particularly necessary, you know, it still being you."

[thinkering]

"...So, punishment on trumped-up charges?"

[mrglam]

"Mmmmm yeeees."

[thinkering]

"Is it all corporal in nature or should I be forbidding you desserts too?"

[mrglam]

"The corporal is mostly just an extension of the psychological. My thing here's about... power and control."

[thinkering]

"That's not quite an answer on the dessert thing."