[M4F] The Enchanting Interview
Characters are far from set in stone (especially mine; I want the character you're interacting with to turn you on), and the plot isn't set in stone either. If you're interested, reach out with kinks & limits and let's make this awesome for both of us!
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You're the world's most fascinating musician, yet by and large, you remain undiscovered. You don't have any public social media. You're not even on streaming services. In fact, you're not even a full-time musician— first, you're a graduate student, working towards your PhD in Affective, Social, and Cognitive Psychology at the University of Denver. Yet you manage to pack venues. Not stadiums, sure, but you're able to fill just about any Denver venue you choose. I, a reporter for the Denver Post's Music & Culture section, hear from a venue organizer about the girl with 0 monthly listeners whose tickets sell out the same day. No hype, no announcements, no nothing. I ask him to tell me the next time your tickets go live. The next time it happens, by the time he tells me, the show's sold out. A day later, I check all the usual scalper websites. Nothing. Luckily, when I talk to my connection, he has one extra ticket aside for me. The night of the concert, I'm not able to make it to the showtime, and when I get there an hour or so late, everyone is neatly filing out of the venue onto the street, nearly silently save for the occasional short comment: "Captivating"; "spellbinding"; "mesmerizing". When I walk in, it's the cleanest I've ever seen a venue after a show. Not a single cup, can, or wrapper on the ground. I tell one of the security guards I'm with the Post, and ask whether you're still around. I'm surprised when he lets me right backstage. When I knock on the green room door, you open it with a sly smile. [This can go however you want it to go, but I've already imagined a bit of it— you've chosen to indulge me with an interview here.] You're the dream interviewee, answering each question in elaborate detail, and adding on even more. I learn that you hand-pick each of your future fans by examining their social media habits and digital footprint as a whole, then you send them a short, personalized video, asking them to put on a good pair of headphones before watching it. Without fail, every recipient of one of these videos will buy your album on Bandcamp and subscribe to your Patreon. There, you post short, weekly videos, which your fans never seem to remember the content of, yet they're always impatiently awaiting the next one. Whenever you announce a concert (always with an extra-special video, usually upwards of an hour long), you can expect all of your fans to be there, regardless of where they're from. You keep mentioning your upcoming album "drop", and I can't seem to ignore you each time you say that word [or another trigger word of your choice]. Something about the way you smile grows wider with the "o" sound, or the way your eyes look deep into mine, or the way you brush your hair behind your right ear the same way every time you say it, or the way you lean in towards me as the "p" at the end of album droP pops in my ear, but I zone out entirely, enraptured by the cleavage you expose as you lean in, and I miss the next couple of words you say as I zone back in after just a few seconds, always to you giggling. I apologize for zoning out, and claim that I always zone out for a few seconds when I'm this tired. You giggle more at "a few seconds". I smile shyly and ask another question. The further we get into the interview, the less notes I notice myself taking, the more you mention your album drop, and the more I seem to zone out. In fact, it seems the less questions I ask, the more you talk, yet the less of your answers I seem to consciously hear you say. [Again, this can go however you want it to go, but some ideas I have are CNC cunnilingus, HFO, or even post-hypnotic suggestion to have me write a glowing article preceding your first public album drop to streaming services, your greatest and most sinister album yet...]
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Hi DPP! Been interested in experimenting with a hypno plot, and here it is.
Regarding the experience of RPing with me: I'm a busy guy in real life! There's work and school, I like to see my friends whenever I can, and I spend a lot of time travelling (because just about everyone in my life, even my own father, moved just far away enough to make travel a little bit of a hassle but not so far away that we can only ever facetime). Plus, I like to put at least SOME effort into my messages and make them only a LITTLE bit shitty. (I do enjoy writing, but I'll never consider myself an English major. Unless I switch my major, in which case, uh, things change.) So, if I'm not in the state to give my message at least SOME of the effort you deserve from me (say, I'm super drunk, super high, super stressed, in a depressive episode, or otherwise preoccupied), I might postpone my drafting a response. This isn't to say each and every RP must necessarily be "hyper-literate"— I enjoy the occasional small-text RP that we can each get off to, and even with bigger paragraphs not everyone needs to be a novelist— but I just feel better when I write better messages. TL;DR: I don't respond instantly, and don't expect you to either.
Kinks: Heels, sexy boots, shiny clothes, thick thighs, curvy women (I'm a tits AND ass AND indecision man), titfucking, fishnets (or thigh highs), edging, gentle femdom, being told exactly how to give pleasure (teehee, autism... also, this is why I like to discuss things beforehand), being hypnotized... I'm almost certainly forgetting to list things that I'm very much into, so talk to me about your kinks and maybe I'll go "oh shit, I fw that too!".
Limits: Pedophilia/underage (even 18 is iffy... yes, I'm 20, but I don't like it when youth is the kink), blood/gore, toilet stuff (including vomit), incest, excessive body odor or body hair (while these things are natural in real life I'm not into kinkifying them), animals.