Who Knew I'd Fall for Two Villains at a Dungeon (KiriDabi x Baku)

[LovelyBones]

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!" Katsuki was dumbfounded, and rightfully appalled. "We want you to go undercover, Bakugo, and the best way to do so is if you present yourself as Omega, as well as have a few cosmetic adjustments done. As I said, the glamor quirk on staff will only last a week--" "Why me?? You forget I have a recognizable personality?? Even if I was off my suppressants and scent blockers, and had some shit changed about me, isn't it still suicide to send me in? You know damn well I don't play like a stereotypical omega!!" The woman before the hero groaned, before looking back to the rightfully wary and upset blonde. "You will be appropriately disguised, and there will be other plains clothes around as well. Also, you will have an altered identity, credentials and all. And unfortunately, you're the only one qualified for this." Katsuki hissed, before letting out a defeated growl. "Fine. If I'm going to have to look more like an omega, I want to look nothing like my mother."

Alas, that was.... only partially accomplished. Bone structure cannot be altered by the glamor placed upon the blonde, however. What was done, though, was enough, according to the Commission, and, reluctantly, Katsuki. Raven hair in a scater cut, faintly pointed ears, emerald eyes, and more appropriate curves for a healthy, fertile omega. The explosive hero was honestly not at all satisfied with how he looked, having worked all his life to not be seen as an omega for the majority of his life, but what could he do? It was only temporary, he had to remind himself every time he looked in the mirror, or any passing reflection, really. What bothered him most was how quickly his natural scent came back, how obviously sweet it was. He felt exposed, and he had a feeling he'd blow his cover prematurely if anyone got too close.

After a day of planning, wiring and meetings, Katsuki finally found himself in a seemingly well-known and kept club, though it was about the same as any he'd been dragged to by his friends. Loud, obnoxiously bright and dark at uneven intervals, and thick with the scent of young adults looking to get lucky or unwind with one too many drinks. Katsuki kept his distance as best he could from everyone, adjusting the far too revealing dress he wore often. Why did the Commision i.sost he show this much skin?! Clearly, a pervert is having a field day with him, and it felt presentationist. He was being presented like a goddamned honeypot!!

After a few deep breaths to cool his temper, he reluctantly went to the bar, and requested a light, fruity cocktail. He needed to look like he belonged there, and.... Being a little loose would help the tension between his shoulder blades and nape. Between the faint addition of fat to his pecs and the omegan protection collar, he was reminded exactly why he wanted to allow everyone to believe he was born an alpha. This shit was so inconvenient to live with, honestly. He looked around lazily as he sipped at his drink, careful to never leave it out of his sight. Someone will die if anyone made an attempt at drugging him. Then someone else will have to take his role.

Ideally, he wished this assignment wasn't necessary at all-- it was all founded on rumors, and in all honesty? From what he could see that was already drug up, the club was legitimate, as well as the 'relaxation services down below. The only issue was that Blood Riot was in charge down below, and why was a mystery. Naturally, the hero was unsure of whether he was legitimate about the business itself or not, but a part of him hoped that there was no ill intent down below. From what he knew about such places, they were supposed to be safe, confidential, and sanitary. He glanced around as he took another sip, his brow furrowed, and his posture clearly uncomfortable.

Was anything of note really going to happen tonight, or will he head home, stuck in this facade for a week?

[NicTheDjinn]

Upon arriving at the club, Bakugou would find there was a small lobby he had to make a stop in first that was used both for processing as well as a holding space till the club itself opened for the night. Return patrons were ushered in after a quick sign-in, but newbies took a little more work. Next to the doors leading inside to the club proper, there was an open window with a built-in desk. Sitting at the desk was a pink girl with little horns, rocking a corset like she was born to wear it, taking people's coats and anything else they didn't want to have on them in the club and placing them into seemingly assigned lockers behind her. She smiled brightly at Bakugou as he stepped up, looking him over with gold in obsidian eyes. "First time, Pretty? Could I see your ID?" She prompted, checking it over, the fake good enough to pass her tests before being handed back. It seemed that the cosmetic changes were enough as she didn't seem to recognize him.

"You need to register with us just to keep everyone safe, I'm sure you understand. You can use the name on your ID if you want, but most people register using an alias or nickname. Just write it down here and I'll put whatever name you want into the system, so long as it's not already in there. Once you're in the system I can take your things and hold them for you back here so they're safe and you can just pick them up at the end of the night. Rules are simple. Don't start trouble and if trouble finds you, talk to staff. Only two drinks if you're heading downstairs. There's mocktails if you want those instead to keep your number down and that's all the bar downstairs sells." She requested the fee to get in then, took anything he offered her to put into a locker, and presented him with a set of thin, braided cord wristbands. "These wristbands will let people know where you stand. Try to turn them back in on your way out, okay? Also, let the staff know if someone's not respecting your preferences."

She then started to point at the different colors. "Orange for alphas, purple for betas, blue for omegas. Pink means you're attracted to females, baby blue if you're attracted to men or lavender if you're open to anyone. Black means your dominant, white if your submissive, the checkered one if you're a switch. Oh, and the baby chick yellow one is for Littles. Green band if you're open to being propositioned, yellow if you don't want to be propositioned but might proposition someone if the mood strikes you, red if you're not interested in playing tonight. Take whichever ones you feel apply, but the only one you have to pick is a red, yellow, or green one. If you change your mind, you can always come back to the front and trade bands if you need to." She allowed him to select however many he wished before waving him inside. "Have fun, hun!"

Ugh, he was running a little late in setting up down here, but it couldn't be helped... They had brought some fresh 'entertainment' for the sub-basement and he needed to be sure they were settled before coming up to further make sure the general dungeon was ready for the evening. He liked to personally make sure everything was clean, Dabi thankfully helping him by making sure the bar was stocked and that the bartender was aware of any details needed for tonight's operations. Once he was sure everything looked good, he pulled out his phone to check if there were any updates of note.

A why newbies tonight, it seemed. He should go up and check on them, make sure they feel comfortable and answer any questions they might have. "Head topside to check on any new faces! Mind finishing up the last of the checks for the night for me?"

Vibrate blue eyes flicked over in his direction, visible even at a distance in the dim lighting of the basement. "Yeah, sure. Go be a social butterfly, I'll catch up later." Rasped the fire user before turning his attention back to what he was doing.

That out of the way, Kirishima made his way up the stairs and was submerged into the thrum of the playlist currently pounding away at the speakers. They had DJ's to play at the club every night, but it was too early for that. They usually started up at 11pm an hour after the doors to the club officially open and an hour before the basement was opened up to the public to help warm them up. Already he was seeking out faces he hadn't seen before to check on them and make them feel welcome while also eagerly greeting anyone that he did know along the way.

While making his rounds, he found himself stopping dead and openly staring. Who was that?! He was sure he would have remembered a bombshell like this one, something the newbie tension did nothing to put a dent into. Well, it was part of his job to make sure the new guys felt welcome, right? Right. Heavy booted feet carried him over to the bar then, the faux redhead's heart stumbling over its next beat when he gets a closer look at him. There was something both familiar and new about this omega and all of it was equally gorgeous! He looked so absolutely killer in that outfit too! It was almost unfair to be this attractive...

"Evening! Name's Red, I'm the owner and manager of this club. I don't think I've seen you around before. This your first time? Got any questions for me?" That's it, stay cool, keep it professional. Scarlet eyes drifted down to the other's wrist to see what the guy identified as and was looking for. Way to be subtle... Good going, Eijirou. He won't think you're being creepy at all...

The alpha was quite the sight to see himself. He was dressed in black pants, maroon boots, and a leather harness with nothing else to cover his torso. A good thing too, covering up a body like that would have been a travesty. His muscles were so finely sculpted, it wasn't hard to tell he put in a great deal of effort to maintain a body like that, it was no wonder he was showing it off. It seemed he followed his own rules as well. At his wrist were four colored cords. Orange, baby blue, black and white, and yellow.

[LovelyBones]

When he had been checked in, he wasn't too fond of how the young woman looked at him-- sure, he was made to look aesthetically pleasing, but he wasn't happy about it being fake-- but, he nodded when asked of this was his first time. He handed over the false ID, glad it had gone through like planned, and began the paperwork necessary to enter. For his nickname, he had written down 'Tora', something that simply popped into his mind when he thought about various animal names to try to help himself out, plus.... he wasn't feeling too creative either, seeing as he wasn't sure what would fit his persona best. He hardly cared to remember his own false name when the option of a nickname was given to him. Luckily enough, his unoriginality was rewarded. As for bands, he chose blue, baby blue, checkered, chick yellow and green. The Little band was mostly out of curiosity, really-- Katsuki simply hoped it wouldn't be too difficult to understand and possibly allow himself to slip into that mindset. After all, he's really only ever depended upon himself up until now-- would he enjoy taking a break from being independent?, being doted on, even?

With a quiet but respectful wave to the woman, he left to enter the club, and wait for the basement area to open up. However, what he wasn't expecting were the heavy booted footfalls of a man rightfully feared by the public heading his way. And even moreso was the politeness the other bore as he spoke, the charisma dripping from a voice that carried all too well despite the pounding music and bass surrounding them both. "Ah.... You can call me Tora, and yeah, this is a first.... Finally had the courage to look into this sorta thing." He wasn't entirely lying, at least. "Most of my questions would be better in a more.... Confidential space?" He shrugged, before lifting the wrist the other had been staring intently at. "Though, is it true that if I were to participate fully tonight, there would be a contract to ensure the safety of everyone involved? And.... regardless, would I be eased into things, educated? I want to have fun with this, maybe make this a regular sort of thing if I can?" He asked, before looking to his own wrist a bit nervously. Should he have picked yellow instead? He hated feeling doubtful.

Katsuki then looked to 'Red's' bracelets, and was oddly comforted by a majority of overlap. "Will there be any demos tonight? I wouldn't mind seeing what I can to learn as much as I can before trying anything out in-depth? I'll admit that the restriction portion of bondage may not happen, at least not for a while...." He frowned at the two horrible memories that came to mind, before shaking them off. There were no good ways of explaining those without potentially outing himself. Not many people have been smothered and violated by sludge monsters, and then being kidnapped by a group of villains as well.

He gave a glance over the alpha, wanting to try to scrub his mind of the unpleasant images that trauma had brought forth, and, well.... It worked. A little too well. He felt his face flush as he took in the others body, how much larger the other was than himself, and before he could realize what his body was doing, his scent began to seep from him, a thick, warm cinnamon, caramel and vanilla combo that was obnoxiously Omega in nature. He flushed and tried to scoot away before the other could catch on, but it was surely too late. This was exactly why he was on a strong scent blocker, dammit!! "So, uh.... You run everything, right? Do you partake, too, or simply make sure everyone behaves themselves accordingly?" He asked, clearing his throat, embarrassment seeping into his tone. Normally he's able to hide everything, but with his body betraying him the way it was, he can't straight face his way out of a situation like this.

[NicTheDjinn]

"Tora? That sure sends a message! It, uh, really fits you, I think. Let's seeeee..." She half sang the last word as she checked the system. It was a rather literal name, but fitting, she supposed. "You got lucky! We have other 'Tora's, but they all have something else attached. No one is just Tora! Right, so the alias is yours then!" She seemed honestly very happy that he'd managed to find a name so easily as they had enough members that sometimes you needed to try several times as the others are taken. He'd probably gotten lucky in that the others assumed that 'Tora' might be taken and so got a little more creative, not realizing it was actually still open. Lucky regardless! She checked everything over again, peeked at the bracelets he'd picked to make sure they didn't clash, then nodded. "You're all set! Got get 'em, Tiger!" She couldn't help it, giggling at her own pun even as she waved up the person next in line.

It was Eijirou's turn to take amusement at the alias he was provided with. It certainly did send a message, particularly when paired with his appearance and clothes. He patiently listened to the other voice some of his concerns and was pleasantly surprised that despite the sexy clothes, he'd never actually done anything like this before. Jump into the deep end kind of guy it seemed. He liked that. "I'm afraid the only really private areas are the rooms for rent downstairs and those aren't cheap. I can assure you that the kind of people that come here wouldn't pay what you say any mind, but we can always go to a more secluded area. I have a little corner booth reserved for me both here and downstairs if you'd prefer." It was so tempting to just snag one of the private rooms... It was his club, he could do that if he wanted, but those rooms were a big source of income and he wasn't about to take one up if he could help it.

Goodness, he was a Little too? So cute! He wondered how he would look dressed in something really cute, like those frilly dresses with all the fluff under the skirt to poof it up. He was sure those had to have a name... He reigned in his imagination a bit and instead focused on answering some of the questions being asked of him.

"So you're not just new to the club, but the lifestyle as well? That's alright, we'll take care of you, we're newbie friendly here. To answer your question, no, contracts are usually only written up for people wanting to establish so sort of relationship. A Dom or Daddy taking someone on as their Sub or Little, official play partners, things like that. Contracts aren't required for that either, it's something discussed between the individual participants. Also, keep in mind that these contracts aren't legally binding, they only set clear boundaries and expectations that can be referenced later if needed." He cleared up, eyes darting back down to the other's bracelets.

"Bold of you to pick green if you're so new though. Most newbies pick yellow so that people don't approach them thinking they might get some. I like that confidence! So manly..." He cooed, ruby eyes drifting back up to meet the other's matching ones. "If you don't know what you like or don't understand something, you can always just ask before accepting. Your best bet for that though is downstairs. Up here we have some more vanilla people just wanting to dance in kinky clothes, not everyone goes downstairs. Down there are the ones that are actively part of the community and they're a friendly bunch. Just make sure you don't ask someone that's actively in a scene, it's rude to interrupt and can screw up the headspace of the participants."

He smiled as demos were brought up then. "We have workshops regularly. Almost every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night in fact. Those happen right when we open up the basement so if there's one you really want to see, make sure you're not late. Today we're having a photoshoot, which I'm sure they'd love to have you for, but tomorrow might be a better day for you. Sundays are our more, uh, educational days. This time it's 'Rituals and Protocols' which is pretty much exactly what you're asking about, the basics on how dynamics should be approached. Right after is a branding workshop which you can watch, but I wouldn't suggest being a part of till you're sure as it is permanent. I think they're doing cold branding...? I would have to double-check, I'm not running that one."

He shrugged lightly then and continued. "Anyway, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Any time you play with someone new you should be asking each other about preferences and limits anyway. It's sort of like a quick verbal contract. You always have the right to change your mind if you find yourself in over your head though. If they check on you, green means you're good to keep going, yellow means you want to keep going, but need whatever's happening to ease up, and red puts an end to the scene. Well... Your part of the scene anyway. In a group, it just means you're out, but doesn't mean the others need to stop too. Restraints are a pretty basic thing in the lifestyle so you'll want to make sure your partners know you're not comfortable with that."

Unsurprisingly, he noticed when the other started to take note of his body, something he was quite used to. It was no less flattering and soon enough he could smell the interest in the other's scent. Oh, he smelled so nice too... He couldn't help the pleased rumble that left him, his own earthy, dry amber scent even coming to mind. There was something wonderfully warm about his scent, it certainly fit his personality. Right, he was being asked questions.

"I run the club, but it's a lot to run all by myself, I'm very grateful for my wonderful staff. With that said, I do. Partake, I mean. Not only do I run some of the workshops myself, but I'll play if things are running smoothly. I'd have a green band myself if I didn't have to worry about running the club. It helps to remind people I'm not always available. Why? Are you interested, Tora?" He baited, openly taking in the other's form. He was so gorgeous... Not as feminine as most other omegas he's met, but he'd never been attracted to the particularly curvy ones anyway. The way his stripes peeked out past his clothes in places and were on full display in others was to die for too... The large man jumped visibly too, head snapping to see who had unexpectedly touched him and finding a familiar face there.

"You got it bad..." Rasped the new cat, his appearance shocking to anyone that hadn't met him before. A burn victim it seemed and one that hadn't healed up well at all. It looked like his skin was literally being held in place by staples... His hair and what fur he had left was black, but most striking were his eyes. They seemed to glow blue in the dim lighting of the club, enhanced further by the black lights. Considering how close he was standing to the alpha and the way he was so casually touching him suggested some level of familiarity, at the very least. Just like Blood Riot, this villain was easy to recognize, should you know him.

"Dabi! Don't sneak up on me like that... And I flirt with all the newbies, it helps them relax." Insisted the wolf, sure enough not moving away or shrugging out of the small lion's touch.

"Yeah, but you don't usually give them googoo eyes the whole time. If you're not careful, you're gonna start drooling." He drawled on, smirking as the other finally looked sheepish at being caught. Deciding to pause his teasing for now, he turned his attention towards the tiger instead, looking him over. He really was pretty... It was hard not to feel jealous. Of course Eijirou would find someone like this attractive when all he currently had was someone like him... "Tora... Did I catch that right? Not very creative, are you...?"

"Dabi..."

The single word of warning was all it took to keep him from continuing, mouth settling closed again. This new person was so different from Red... There were undertones of a campfire with a sweet spiciness to it in his scent, but it was mostly overwhelmed by burnt wood, charcoal, and the sulfur sharpness of a struck match. While not entirely unpleasant, it was an intense scent. This fact was what made one of the cords at his wrist stand out. Purple. His scent was far too strong for a beta and he was definitely too small to be an alpha. Though his condition was altering his scent greatly, it wasn't hard to tell his secondary gender just by how petite he was. He was so thin though, lacking the curves typical of an omega so maybe he was just a small beta with an unusually strong scent? It was hard to tell really. All the same, his colors were purple, yellow, and (shockingly) white. He certainly didn't act or carry himself like one might think a sub would. The tufted end of his long, slim tail twitched as he watched the tiger, his gaze intense like he was trying to figure out if he wanted to eat him or not.

[LovelyBones]

When the pinkette had searched the system for his chosen nickname, he fairly began to regret it. What if he found something better, and couldn't change it? Then again, would it matter after he finished his mission, provided he was outed in some way? Regardless, hearing that the simple name was still available was a relief. "Ah.... that's good, at least. I've never really been good at making nicknames, so.... I'm glad this worked out. But, if I find out that something sounds better, would I be able to change the name?" He asked, and once he got his answer, he left the line.

As Red told him about the rooms for rent, he looked faintly worried, not because money was an issue, but that it was a room with a purpose, and he was naturally wary, between his mission and his personal feelings. When feigning alpha, he didn't have to worry about anyone wanting to overpower him in that regard, but.... both literally and figuratively, he felt horribly exposed. "A-a corner booth is fine-- thank you." Was he being obvious about his nervousness? More than likely, but he really couldn't help it.

If he could read minds, the word is petticoat, and Katsuki would need to work up to something like that. He'd be happier to start in kigus, super soft pj's and a nest full of his favorite plushes-- oh. He already had the nest part handled at home. Why now did that finally click?

Katsuki listened to his questions being answered one by one, and fairly clearly, too. Though, when the alpha pointed out the green on his wrist, he flushed somewhat, a tad embarrassed. "I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to get the nerve up to approach someone, so I thought green would be best.... But I'm wondering if I should be yellow instead...." Katsuki looked to his wrist, thinking it over. He wasn't the best at socializing, and it was evident in the anxious twitches of his long, soft tail. Though, that praise had his face turning a brighter shade if red, the smallest hint of a purr escaping him in return. "Though, I'll admit.... I really wanted to try something like this, when I heard that, if done properly, this all could be cathartic, and if I got lucky and found someone.... I may be all the better for it." He wasn't entirely lying here, either. Katsuki was sorely single, between his job and how he normally presented himself, as well as the fact most people assume he isn't a romantic like he really was. Bottom line of the matter was that he was touch-starved at least, and if he could get much needed release of all or most of his tension, he'd be better for it. Katsuki's breath caught faintly when their eyes met for a moment, having been pulled from his thoughts. "Interrupting the fun is the last thing I'd want to do-- after all, if I had the chance tonight, I wouldn't want to be pulled out of the moment, either." He replied, wanting to be on the same page.

"Ah, what kind of photoshoot?" He asked, genuinely curious. Maybe he'll participate just for the fun of it, within comfort, of course. Though, when the other brought up the first educational panel of the night, he did find himself interested, thought the branding afterwards would more than likely have to be passed up. "Branding would be a little much for me, on either end of the brand." He admitted politely, "So I'll pass on that, and focus on learning other things where I can." When the alpha began to explain further, he listened well, and honestly, despite his true identity as a hero and knowing better, he oddly felt.... Safe, with Red. Kind, polite, and patient.... Traits the public haven't seen when he's making a mess as Blood Riot. It was almost like night and day! Though, the omega wasn't surprised to hear that Red partook as well, but how he did so responsibly was a comfort. However, when asked if he was interested, he stammered, face flushing Red again as his scent, once again, outed him. "I-I.... Maybe? I-I haven't come across anyone else that seems suitable.... S-safe...." He admitted, averting his gaze as a hand absently rubbed at his neck, where his claim-resistent collar laid.

However, the moment was faintly ruined when another familiar face came into view, and, surprisingly to himself, his scent finally settled down. With how familiar the two seemed to be with one another, it wasn't hard to guess they were probably involved in one way or another on the scene. For once, Katsuki felt like he was in a competition, and with the fear of rejection he held, he felt he didn't have a good chance against what may be already established, even if both partners were allowed to play with others. Though, the teasing from Dabi was a little surprising, as Katsuki wasn't registering the flirting as being authentic, really. Apparently the big bad wolf really wanted a taste. Though, when his nickname choice was not so subtly mocked, he shrunk, for the first time in his life ever since he was quite little. "I couldn't think of anything else that would have fit." He replied simply, even if it was clear his prior mood was ebbing off. If this were a game, there'd be a clear pop up that read, 'he disliked that' and adjust his companionship level accordingly. It made Katsuki wonder how the Hell Red and Dabi got together at all.

But, the omega took the lion in in turn, though, he was respectful, or at least tried to be. He knew enough from reports and photos what the other looked like, but.... he focused on the things that, personally, mattered to Katsuki, if he had to admit aesthetic preferences. The striking eyes, for one, held a nice shape, even with the scars beneath, and next the lips, which looked kissable, though it would need to be gentle if pain could still be registered. He then observed how the other's body draped over Red's, how effortless it seemed. Though, when he took note of the white band, he was admittedly shocked, but it wasn't unheard of. If Katsuki wasn't as insecure with himself, he'd have chosen white, too. But, he desired control, at least somewhat, so checkered it was. Katsuki's tail twitched in kind to Dabi's, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "I take it you two are a pair, at least for play?" He asked, wanting to be clear.... as well as gage whether he still had a chance with the big wolf tonight or not. "If it isn't too invasive, what do you to typically do for scenes?" He asked, having a feeling it'd be a good idea to ask, see what kind of situation he may be getting into here.

[NicTheDjinn]

"Hm? Oh, yeah, of course! People's tastes change over time so your alias can too. Even though we can change it though, don't do it all the time, it'll confuse people. It also looks suspicious if our system shows you with a bunch of previous nicknames back to back, like you have something to hide. If you're unhappy with or regret an alias, just come here and we'll change it for you, so don't worry about it too much. Just have fun with it!" So anxious... Newbies could be so cute!

"Sure thing and don't worry, between the music and people occupied in each other, no one's going to be paying attention to us." He assured before going on to answer the questions presented to him up front. Considering the nature of the questioning, it did have him wondering how much more intimate the questions he had in mind were if he was comfortable asking these things but not others. "Ah, well people will approach you just fine with yellow as it's not a hard 'not interested' but they couldn't ask you and would have to wait for you to ask them. At least they're supposed to. That's probably one of our most bent rules, but few people push it if they're told no. Those that do, don't get a second chance to push their luck." The warning was clear in his voice which made it quite clear that he had little tolerance for the abuse of his clientele. "Green will get people approaching you more though as they're free to proposition you first. It's not a hard 'yes' either though, you can reject or accept anyone's offer. The only difference between yellow and green is you're not supposed to ask someone with a yellow band, but you're free to ask someone with a green band. Newbies just don't usually have the confidence to be approached so yellow feels safer. Heck, a lot of them pick red to start off, even though red is usually for people that are just here to dance or in exclusive relationships. Not judging your choice or anything, I like it, like I said."

He smiled softly, nodding his agreement. "It can be, yeah. Society is... Judgemental. You're expected to be good at everything you do, match expectations, succeed, and all while keeping control over your emotions and magically not be stressed by it all. Fucking ridiculous... Here, you can forget the world for a little while, just be you and feel. Sometimes people seek controls they might lack in their daily lives, finding it in that moment they look down at the sub kneeling before them. Sometimes it's someone with a high-stress micro-managing job like a businessman that feels happiest pinned down and at the mercy of a dom. We see all that and everything in between here." He made sure to catch the other's eyes then as the next part is important. "We don't judge here. If you see something you think is different or strange you leave them alone. You don't have to participate in anything you're not interested in, but don't shame anyone else for being into it. We all have different needs and tastes and those need to be respected."

"Good, glad you understand. Generally, people know better than to cut into each other's scenes unless they're invited. If you are invited to join a scene, be respectful about it. Uh, if you accept. Obviously, you don't have to join if you don't want to." He added as an afterthought. Sure, by this point, it was pretty obvious you don't do something if you don't want to, but if figured it wouldn't hurt to be clear in case. Case in point, the photoshoot. "Well, that depends on your comfort. Part of the rules are that you can't take video or photos while you're downstairs, but it's not exactly an exception. There will be a few photographers set up and they are the only ones allowed to take pictures. The pictures could just be sexy poses, nudes, or quick scenes. You do what you're comfortable with and there will be a link to where you can get the photos. Keep in mind, these end up on the dungeon website so if you don't want people knowing it's you, you should wear a mask or something like one so your face isn't visible in the photos."

He laughed at the quick refusal to try branding. "It's not for a lot of people. I'll be running the rituals workshop, but not the branding one. You can stay for one then go of and do your own thing for the other. Even when we're running a workshop, that only takes place in part of the dungeon, you can just go to the other side and play if you're not interested in the subject matter. Like with scenes, just don't be disruptive."

Oh... So he was interested. Very good to know. "Well, you're as safe as you could be here. We look out for each other downstairs so even if your safe word goes ignored by your play partner, it won't go unnoticed by anyone nearby. Calling yellow or red tends to instinctively draw attention and they're quick to step in if it goes ignored. Still, I'm glad I make you feel safe." He cooed only to have his attention snapped away by their new visitor. He watched on as the two interacted for the first time and, as usual, Dabi was having trouble playing nice. Just couldn't help being spicy it seemed. "Don't let him get to you... At this point, I'm pretty sure being a pain in the ass is his kink." The fact that the burnt brunette only snickered and smirked didn't help matters. He could be such a brat. "Dabi plays rough, but he follows the rules like anyone else here." He assured, arm slipping around the smaller man's waist to keep him close in return. No question now, there was something between them. Sure enough. "We're not officially bonded, but we've been together for a long time. Still, our relationship is open in terms of play and though we don't have anyone else in our relationship, it's not out of the question."

"Is that a problem...?" Rasped the fire user, watching the tiger closely for his reaction. While he was comfortable with his partner playing freely, he was also protective of his alpha. Kirishima was always so careful to make sure he wasn't hurt and he did the same in return, even if he had trouble expressing it outwardly.

Finally deciding it was time to break the tension he motioned them away from the bar and towards the far wall. "Come on. Let's get comfortable before we continue discussing things..." Sure enough, there was a booth in the corner that was empty with a little plaque screwed onto the side of the table itself simply stating "Reserved for Red" though what was honestly shocking was that no one had ignored the little warning. So many of the other booths were already taken so the fact this one was empty suggested it was common knowledge that this one wasn't available for free use. In truth, he wasn't the only one that used it, but his permission was needed beforehand as he wasn't at all shy of shooing whoever it was that ignored the sign right out.

Sitting himself down on the plush booth he quickly found himself with company. Dabi was crawling right up into his lap and settling there instead of on the seat. While he was free to play as he wished, the fire user could feel insecure about himself, particularly when his potential partners were attractive. He slipped an arm around the older man to hold him close, motioning for Tora to take a seat across from them. "To answer your question, we do a lot of things." He'd been about to continue when Dabi cut in once again.

"I set people on fire." He answered simply, making full-on eye contact as he lifted a hand, blue flame flickering to life and enveloping it. Why couldn't he ever just play nice...?

"Dabi is in charge of most things heat and fire here. He will be leading the branding workshop after mine, for example." The faux redhead clarified, reaching for the still flaming hand. Considering the fact that even at a distance the heat felt intense, this seemed ill advised, but he did so with calm confidence. As his hand drew close, his skin crackled apart and took on a craggy, stone-like quality till he was taking hold of that flaming palm. The flame dimed a little till only fleshy fingers were still alight. Red then drew that hand closer to himself, his face taking on a similar stony quality as he opened his mouth to reveal equally hardened teeth and tongue. Those were very intimidating teeth... Despite this, Dabi looked as calm as ever, even when his flaming fingers were taken inside and lips sealed around them.

A second later, smoke billowed out of the redhead's nose and he was removing the fingers from now softened lips, pressing a kiss to the pads of those slick digits in a way that was clearly affectionate. Kirishima was a force to be reckoned with on his own, but together the two were proving to be unfairly sexy. He released the hand he held as it moved, murmuring happily as it caressed along his jaw. "We do whatever feels right in that moment. It's pretty organic between us, but we like to plan things more with anyone else that joins us. Even when we play outside our relationship, we tell each other. Will that be a problem, Tora-chan?" He cooed, his own question much sweeter than when Dabi had possed it. At the very least, the fact he'd asked suggested that he was still very much interested in the tiger, even if he was with someone else.

[LovelyBones]

With the assurance he could change his alias later if he so wished, Katsuki left the area with confidence, and a hope that he wouldn't come to hate his nickname while he was here. With the clarification of the 'stoplight' bands, he nodded, glad for the explanation. "Ah, I see.... It's comforting knowing that you run a tight ship here, Red." He gave a soft smile for a moment, then more questions were being answered, much to Katsuki's relief, but hearing how good the community could be for those that play in it felt genuine, welcoming too. Really, Katsuki was similar to the businessman model, though with the added need of affection and gentleness that being a Little could provide the hero. However, when the other locked eyes and spoke about being respectful of others, he nodded without hesitation. "Of course, the easiest thing to do is just walk away and keep any opinions to myself. After all, I won't know anyone here, or know what needs they have, so why judge? So long as its safe, sane and consensual, anything goes, right?"

When the photo panel was explained, he thought about it, and hummed softly. "If the mood strikes, maybe I'll do that. But, like you said, if I don't want to do it in the end, I can simply step away." Hearing that Red was doing the rituals workshop was only half of a surprise, but it was a welcome one, too. "With you educating on the matter, I think I'll definitely get the most out of it. You've honestly been exceptional about explaining everything so far, Red." He gave a soft smile again, wanting to show the other his appreciation. Alas, before he could try to get a word out regarding the cooed reply to his confession of the other feeling safe, their conversation had a new addition to the group. And his assumptions were confirmed as Red wrapped an arm around the lion's waist, oddly making him feel a little jealous in turn. But, he did his best to behave, not show it. When asked if their relationship was a problem, he softly scoffed. "Not at all.... I had a feeling Red had a regular play partner at least. He's been nothing but safe and dependable so far, and from what I've seen so far.... He seems like the perfect tamer, too, granted I understand that dynamic enough." Did he call Dabi a brat, too? Yes, but at least he was being civil about it, even if there was a threat if rivalry sparks between them.

Katsuki followed the pair to the booth easily enough, though the agitation in his tail showed even as it swayed with each step up until he sat comfortably across from the pair. Sure, he was naturally jealous of how the fire user so boldly took Red's lap, but he bit his tongue.... However, when the lion so boldly showed off those blue flames, he had to refrain from reflexively sparking his palms in turn. And, also hold his own tongue, as he wanted to be a bit spicy himself. "Unfortunately, I'm not fond of the thought of being burned while in a scene-- so I'll pass on that." Civil, remain civil. However, when he saw the rather intimate (and maybe even a power display) moment between the two, he felt both oddly aroused, and jealous, yet again. Why, when seeing Red's teeth now, despite seeing them many time in reports when he was running around as Blood Riot, was he wanting to be bitten so badly with them? Hormones. Damn hormones, that had to be it. When the alpha called him with a sweeter version of his nickname, paired with that much more agreeably toned question that was posed by Dabi before, he began to feel warm, but determined. "Of course not, you two are established well enough, and I'm the new party. I'm perfectly fine with sharing.... as long as Dabi doesn't have an issue with it." He looked to the fire user then. "His opinion matters, too." Would that earn brownie points? Who knows, but he's just trying to go about this correctly. "Besides.... It may be fun seeing what Dabi can do, minus any fire. I burn too easily." A lie, only because he was worried that too much heat may spark his sweat where he had little to no control and out him that way. It's bad enough he had to use a thick canceling cream on his palms before this-- sure, with enough effort he could still use his quirk, but it was still unsettling feeling as powerless as he did.

[NicTheDjinn]

"We allow SSC, RACK, and PRICK here. Right, you're new. You already know SSC. RACK stands for Risk Aware Consensual Kink. It's when you know and understand the risks involved in a particular kink and consent to doing it anyway. Uh... Like a Glory hole. You don't know who is on the other side nor if they're sick in some way so there is a risk in doing it that could have potentially long-lasting effects. PRICK stands for Personal Responsibility, Informed, Consensual Kink. It means that you understand the kink you wish to participate in is risky and are willing to take personal responsibility for potential consequences. Fire kinks for example. You go in knowing that there is the risk of getting burned and do not blame the person that did it to you because you knew the risks." He would be going into the very subject tomorrow night, but he didn't mind condensing things, particularly if the pretty omega intended to play with someone tonight.

"Exactly. The photo areas will be marked off so just stay away from those if you don't want to be photographed and you'll be good. We hold events nearly every Saturday and Sunday and sometimes Fridays so obviously you're not going to be interested in every single one. Just do your own thing if you're not interested, simple as that." He could feel his cheeks warming a little at how confident the other was at his ability to educate. "Thank you... That's really flattering. I really do try my best."

The fire-user watched him carefully for his answer and was he was satisfied with what he heard, he started to look away only for the final little jab to cause his eyes to snap back onto him. This too was short-lived as a chuckle from the very man holding him got those eyes to shoot a betrayed glare up at him, though he made no move to actually pull away from him.

"What can I say? I like the spicy ones." He teased, looking down at the grumpy man still pressed against his side. He knew what his lover looked like when he was actually angry so he wasn't worried that this was real. Just a little annoyance at him and nothing more. "He's cute when he's mad too..." He laughed again at the scoff that earned him before ushering them to his private booth. One sexy display later and they seemed to be back on track. He was about to speak when an unexpected addition was added on.

Sure enough, the faux brunette was sitting up straighter and looking a little startled. While he was well aware that he did have some say in who Riot played with, few had ever gone out of their way to seek his permission. He knew that it was, in part, because of the white cord around his wrist. As a sub, his permission wasn't exactly saught unless they were playing with him directly. Even then, it was common knowledge that Riot was his Dom and so it was usually Riot they were seeking permission from regardless. There was a pause while he considered things before he finally spoke. "You can play with us... With or without me."

Eijirou smiled at his lover fondly, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. "Proud of you..." The words were quiet and hard to hear over the pulse of the music, but clear enough if Bakugou happened to know how to read lips. With the praise out of the way, he spoke to Katsuki instead. "He can do more than fire stuff, it's just what he has the most fun with. He's our resident body artist so anything body modification is on the table, though most of it is permanent so make sure you're committed."

"Except piercings. Those close up pretty quick if you don't want them and shouldn't leave a visible scar unless you're really unlucky." He clarified on his own with a shrug. It did make one wonder if all those hoops keeping his skin in place were self-applied. There were so many... "Not surprised you burn easy though. So pale... My fire doesn't have to be 2500-ish Celcius though." With that, he presented his hand and it burst into blue flame once again only to flicker to white, then warm to yellow, orange, red, and finally a barely visible maroon. He reached down to lightly caress his fingers over Riot's unhardened forearm, though he didn't linger in any one place while he did it. "This is about 260 or so. Fire doesn't really burn unless you let it sit." He explained lazily as he traced little patterns on his Dom's arm, clearly not hurting him in the slightest in spite of the very real, if hard to see, fire. Honestly, the darkness of the club was probably the only reason it was as visible as it was.

[LovelyBones]

Katsuki listened closely to the other consent-related acronyms closely, and nodded in understanding. "That definitely makes sense.... would PRICK cover feral play, for example? If you're allowed to play that way here?" He's always been curious about it, seeing as chasing and being chased did bring a thrill while working, and he wondered if it would be the same with an appropriate partner. With Riot being both a criminal, yet a seemingly safe individual in this space.... Would he be ideal for a good game of cat and mouse, or simply letting go and running off of instinct, teeth, claws and all? He shook those thoughts from his mind as he was assured that the photo areas would be marked off, and reminded that there would be a variety of events available to him each weekend. Though, Katsuki took notice of how the other flushed faintly, and smirked softly. "And you excel in showing that you run a tight ship here too, even while being as charismatic as you are." Katauki really couldn't help it-- he liked to try to see if he could get this big wolf to fluster a little more. He was attractive, the hero couldn't deny that one bit.

Katsuki did his best to only allow himself a small, faintly victorious smile to grace his lips at the reaction he earned, followed by Riot adding his two cents to 9t as well. "I am curious, though, is he spicy like a handful of jalapeños, or as spicy as a ghost pepper? Or even a Carolina Reaper?" He asked, wondering what he may be getting himself into. After all, he wanted a good estimate of what he may be up against if they played together at some point, especially when he seemingly caught the fire user off guard, and even got a favorable result. Though he couldn't hear it, he knew that Riot had praised Dabi, and, again, felt faintly jealous. Could Katsuki be blamed, though, with how touch starved he was?

When he found out Dabi did body mods and art, however, his interest was piqued further. He's always wondered what it'd be like to get something done.... "I've always wanted to get ink, or maybe have piercings.... What is your sanitation method, or do you use new needles and or parts each time?" He asked, knowing it's always ideal to make sure that his health was safe when getting any body artistry done. Considering his hero outfit, though, the best places were.... scandalous. However, he's already thought about that, and at this point, he could live with it. After all, it would be hard to expose those areas without a villain playing really fucking dirty. Katsuki watched with interest as the other displayed his control over his own flames, though, for obvious reasons, he didn't wish to play with fire itself. "Though.... perhaps waxplay would be doable? Of course with the body safe variety?" He offered, knowing one good brand that even had a balm that didn't leave a bad residue on his skin afterwards. Sure, it came in teacups, but hey. He can appreciate teacups too.

[NicTheDjinn]

"Feral play?" He was a little surprised by the question, a smirk pulling at his lips a bit. Newbie liked to play hard and fast, did he? Definitely not like the usual new people, all shy and easing in slow. This bombshell knew what he liked and was reaching for it. He was unfairly hot on so many levels. "Depends on the limits set. A little primal play isn't particularly unsafe. If you pull out all the stops, let anyone chase you, you could end up pupped and at worst with a bond you don't want. That would definitely fall under PRICK. Or it should anyway. Not knowing what you're getting into when you're taking such big risks would be foolish. With that said, we have had that play here. If you want to be chased, we only have one room big enough for that. We had an omega purposely come to the dungeon while in heat once and that was... A mess... Please, don't do something like that without organizing it with us. We have several people interested so we can actually make it an event so people that don't want to be a part of it can sit out instead of being dragged in by their hormones." He was hoping he wasn't insinuating the other was foolish for wanting to try something like that, but he also wanted to be sure he didn't try something without being fully prepared for the consequences.

The following compliment, sure enough, worked, his cheeks warming a bit more, bright enough that it still wasn't very hard to see it through the dim lighting of the club. "Thank you... I do my best. I want everyone to enjoy themselves and clear rules and consequences help with that a lot. Not to say everything is written in stone and unquestioned. Like I said the yellow bracelet rule is kinda bent a lot, but the point is that we take the rule pretty serious here and deal with each case as they come and don't just brush stuff off." He didn't bring up his own charisma as that was way too embarrassing to address directly.

Riot smirked right back, holding the fire user a little more closely against his side, leaning down to very gently nip at the faux brunette's shoulder before pressing a closed mouth, but firm kiss to the side of his discolored neck. "Carolina Reaper. He'll burn off your face, but he's surprisingly sweet."

"I know where you sleep...."

"I know you do."

"I can and will burn all your sheets."

"Please don't..." Though the banter seemed playful, there actually was a little hint of anxiety in the large alpha's voice when requesting his sheets be spared. It was honestly a little hard to tell how serious the threat really was, though Kirishima didn't seem to be that alarmed at least...

When his services were questioned, he took the lead and responded on his own. "Everything dies at 160C. My minimum temperature is 100 degrees hotter than that. For your skin, we have you wash before we start and I use wipes to make sure you're as clean as you can be before I get started." He paused at the mention of waxplay, looking over at his partner then, "Is wax fun...?"

"It can be. Takes some pre-planning though, it's a bit of a mess so you gotta be ready for clean up. Not something you should try, too high risk with your skin. Not hot enough for you to really feel anyway so you wouldn't be into it." Explained the faux redhead, smiling at the disinterested man in his lap.

"You do you, I guess. I'm not here to tell you what your kinks are. If you wanna experiment, you decide what it is you wanna try." The flame user shrugged his thin shoulders before refocusing the subject. "You said you were interested in some ink and piercings... What were you thinking of getting done? Piercings can be done here easy enough, but tattoos... That takes space and a steady hand that isn't gonna get bumped by some clumsy asshole. Best done either in a private room or outside the club entirely. Second way is cheaper. If you bring your own jewelry, I'll do it for free here, but tattoos I won't. Shit's time-consuming."