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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[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."

[my_own_advocate]

"I believe your comfort is rather a big deal in that one as well, love," Lucifer pointed out.

[okteiviakom]

"True," Octavia allowed, smirk faltering further into something more wry. "And it would have to be a really playful situation for me to... do that to you in front of him."

[my_own_advocate]

"So a scenario with the absolute minimum amount of baggage possible going into it," Lucifer said.

He patted her arm. "But there are plenty of other possibilities," he said. "I think I'd rather like seeing you trussed up in a pillory."

[okteiviakom]

"You like seeing me just about any way," Octavia scoffed, though not without fondness. "Looking to humiliate me?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes you like being humiliated."

Lucifer's kinks were really rather simple when you thought about them.

[okteiviakom]

Hers, just reflected back at her?

"Sometimes I do," Octavia agreed lightly.

[my_own_advocate]

Ding ding ding ding, yes.

"And I like being creative about it."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, is the pillory going to bring out creativity?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said brightly. "And verisimilitude."

[okteiviakom]

"... Which is ...?"

Sorry, that was not within Octavia's vocabulary.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "The illusion of being real."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh." Octavia would not be dropping 'verisimilitude' into a conversation any time soon, but still, useful to know. Maybe. "Yeah, I can see how that would work."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mhm," Lucifer hummed happily. "Plenty of options for play both serious and not."

[okteiviakom]

"Humiliation's always serious or it doesn't work." Not the point, Tavi, and you know it. "But yes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, to be fair to you, you don't seem to be able to keep that playful," Lucifer teased. "Which isn't a complaint, merely an observation."