Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been feeling kind of... restless, this week. But keeping it to herself, because Duke had been having a rougher time, and anyway, it was fine. This feeling came and went, and Octavia was used to it.

(Though it really would have been great if Dr. Baker had been able to squeeze her in during some other time this week, after the regular Tuesday session got cancelled.)

It was Sunday now, anyway. Food and cider and hopefully a good time? Octavia had even channeled some of her twitchiness into prepping dessert, earlier. "The fruit's all ready in the fridge," she said, as she got up to clear away the dinner plates. "The white chocolate on them should have set by now."

Spoken like she actually knew anything and hadn't just grabbed the instructions from Google this morning.

[ooc: For the guy.]

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[okteiviakom]

"Mochof," Octavia murmured.

Stealing a little nuzzle.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let go of her hand. He slid the arm around her shoulders instead. "We should get more accessories for the rack room," he mused.

[okteiviakom]

"Accessories like what?" Octavia asked, settling into his new embrace.

He could change the subject, she could help with some prompting.

[my_own_advocate]

"More... furniture, for a start," Lucifer mused. "You know you can get benches that are shaped so it puts the person on them into the position, so to speak? Crosses and cages might be a touch too military prison-fantasy for our tastes, but a good bondage chair or a pillory..."

[okteiviakom]

"What's a pillory?"

He should have expected this question.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, you might actually like this," Lucifer laughed. "So back in medieval times, some criminals who hadn't committed terrible enough crimes to be imprisoned or executed would, instead, be sentenced to public humiliation. A pillory was this contraption made of wood with holes for the hands and the head, and the criminal would be trapped in it for whatever duration of time the local government felt they deserved to be shamed."

He smirked. "And then whoever came by could do whatever they wished."

[okteiviakom]

"... I don't think you should start with 'you might like this', and then follow it up with depressing history facts," Octavia couldn't help saying.

Though there was interest in her eyes, all the same.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Just giving context," he said. "I thought you might like the 'shaming' part."

[okteiviakom]

"I do." Well, no point disputing that. "It has... potential."

It was a pretty weighty word, here.

[my_own_advocate]

"These days, 'pillory' refers to any bit of BDSM furniture that involves securing the neck and the limbs," Lucifer added, smirking. "And usually propping your arse up."

[okteiviakom]

"See, you should've led with that," Octavia replied, half teasing. (And yes, obviously interested now. Predictably.) "Because it sounds good when you say it like that."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm thinking we could get one that puts particular emphasis on your neck," Lucifer mused. "And, mm... facilitates a bit of spanking an arse-play, in an equal-opportunity sense."

[okteiviakom]

"I like that thinking." He could probably tell by the particular glint in her eyes, not to mention the growing smirk, but it rarely hurt to also put it plainly. "Good excuse to get more... other stuff for both of those things, too."

[my_own_advocate]

"Obviously we'd have to buy more toys to work with the new furniture," Lucifer agreed. "Ooh, we could get a paddle."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes." What? Enthusiasm was allowed! "Think we have a small leather one, but I think we need more."

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes you just need to be able to hit a little harder," Lucifer agreed, nodding sagely.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snickered, just a little. Which was a pretty good sign she'd managed to climb out of her drop, at least for the most part.

"Don't they have ones that leave some kind of... extra mark, too? Like text or something?"

[my_own_advocate]

"If you're into that sort of thing, yes," Lucifer said, and raised an eyebrow. "Why? Did you have any ideas?"

[okteiviakom]

"No, I just remembered that's a thing." A beat. "Also thought Duke might think heart-shaped bruises or something were funny."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head, and chuckled. "Yes," he said. "If you ever want to involve him in that sort of thing."

[okteiviakom]

Snort. "Only one of us has bruises that go away before we even manage to leave the room, let alone go back to the Rouge."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'm not above being strung up and paddled while he watches," Lucifer said merrily.

Of course he wasn't.

[okteiviakom]

"Not what I was going for, but good to know."

Also deeply unsurprising.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm just giving you options," Lucifer chuckled. "Depending on the mood."

[okteiviakom]

"I think that's an option you're gonna have to present to him, not me."