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[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[Mumbling awkwardly.]

Work is ... to ensure you have a good time.

[Because he won't say the word. Nope.]

[Oh :C]

[Suddenly this is not as hilarious as it was three minutes ago for some reason?]

[Sighs.]

[Looks distraught. Why are you sighing? Fretfretfretfret.]

.....Do you enjoy doing this? [Because gosh, it doesn't seem like it.]

[These are questions this figment of someone's mind isn't ever asked.]

I... They are nice to me.

[Stares hard. You aren't an independent consciousness, but goddamn if you don't make him uncomfortable and sad.]

Bad reason.

[Looking at the floor. He doesn't really know how to respond to that.]

[Good lord] What are you even a representation of??

In any case, I'm certainly not going to make you do anything. So just relax for a bit.

Representation?

[He does seem to relax a little, but that is short lived when there is a knock on the door.]

Oh, never mind.

[Glares at the door.] Yes?

[Tyki will just let himself in then but leans on the door frame.]

Should I come back?

[Big pause.] No. I think we're done here.

[Blink. Blink. Looking between the two of you before entering and kneeling by the other man.]

What?

Haven't really got anything else to say. Have fun on your walk? [Can't decide if he's angry or just unhappy.]

It wasn't a walk, but, yes, I did.

[Leaning down to help both men up if they weren't already standing.]

...What did you do with Lulu?

Such accusations. We mutually agreed to sleep together.

Considering they don't seem to have a choice--

[Nope let's not]

Good for you two. Can we just go somewhere else now?

If you wouldn't mind telling me what is upsetting you.

...They're not really actual people, I get that. Just fantasies. But the whole "sex slave" thing is a little odd. If that's the right term.

[Makes a "hey man whatever it's your heart you do what you want" gesture.] Could just be me, though.

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Maybe a less caged atmosphere?

Maybe.

I think that can be managed.

[Taking his arm and heading him out beyond the curtain back into the ballroom.]

If you'd give me a moment, this may take some time.

[Waves goodbye to brothel-self, plus mouthing "good luck" at him.]

Take some time? What're you going to do...?

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