[F4A] Fantasy Hotel Resort

"Hey! Stop! What does the sign say?"

I shout across the lido, the trio of young adults turning with a look of shock at the sound of a shrill whistle and my angry words. I point to a sign to my left in large, block-like script - NO RUNNING.

The three pause before looking away, walking away at a brisk pace. Arm in arm, clearly with something shared on their minds. This should bother me, but it doesn't. I've found that such proclivities tend to merge into one.

A dragon flew overhead, low to the ground, it's glittering scales shining in the mid-day sun. Ah yes - just a normal thing that happens when you work at a hotel that sits on the border of the Realms of Fantasy and ours (located right next to lush sands and soft sea winds).

The signs next to the one I pointed out say things like NO TENTACLES IN THE POOL and no SWORDS AND WANDS, that sort of thing. The resort seemed to enjoy hiring young humans like me, as if were exotic in some way. I glance over at the massive frame of an Orc on the nearest sun younger, his vast green muscles on display, trapped in a set of swim trunks. He's content to read a book, but I can feel his eyes on me and my swimsuit.

There's a lot of that here. Turns out living in a fantasy realm can be quite stressful, so when the guests come here to unwind, the staff seem to part of that relaxation. Which leads to - proclivities. I'll admit, this shocked me at first, but for the most part the guests only wanted to have fun and leave those sorts of worries behind (unless you wanted to roleplay that sort of thing, which a lot of Elves are into, it turns out). Things like charms and hexes seem to be popular here, so everyone's on some sort of encouraging and/or horny high. We've all got stories - Olivia had a hard time sorting out the werewolf that had too much fun on a running machine, his pheromones flying everywhere, but she managed. The Tentacle Beast that lost control on the Tennis court took a few of us to calm down. As for me...

The trio that I shouted at earlier take one last look before they leave. A trio of mischievous tieflings with mischief in their eyes, two women and one guy. He flicks his wrist in the air, soft sparks coming out -

Damnit - not again -

Soft, invisible hands start to stroke my swimsuit. It's as well I'm sitting down, ghostly fingers slipping down my stomach while another massages my shoulder. I sigh. If they keep doing this, I swear -

Well, it could be worse.

Idea that came into my head - strange fantasy hotel resort! The general vibe is 'Fantasy Free-use, but don't be a dick about it' which is a fun concept at least.

Come up with a character and let me know when you arrive! Check in is open all year round at any time. Stay as long as you want.