#taxi WIPs

[taxi-cab-to-art-town]

Current WIP. Decided to give up on trying to decide the background and just did both symbols.

Idk how good I am with kids, I have not done them a lot and my last go was not fantastic.

Really do like how the flats look though. Can't wait to see the finished project.

Art for a fic but I'll keep you on your toes as to which one!

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

WIP Vote

This is my current WIP plan out with the days of the week for updates BUT you have a chance to change that. For each fic that has more than 2 per day it means you will get updates triweekly instead of biweekly. In the voting are only the fics published before this october, since the new ones are the babies. If you're eager for an october fic then pick "other" and comment or tag the fic. It's up to you to vote, which of these fics are you the most eager for an update for?

Don't know what these fics are but are interested? check below the cut!

Sign Your Life Away [E]: Wally West is being sent to his death. Vampires, according to the legend, liked virginal human omegas. They liked to have their way with them, fucking them until they couldn’t move, and then draining them of their blood and killing them. Sometimes, they’d stretch it out over months, or years, killing them slowly, sometimes they’d take their pleasure all in one night. If the vampire’s desires were met, then they wouldn’t hurt the greater Kingdom.They paid their sacrifices to the vampiric nobility. They would send a request for an omega of their choice, and the King of Central would sign their life away, turning them over to the vampire who made the request, hoping that it would keep the peace.Vampires are brutal, inhuman monsters. Or... that's what humans think.

Poor Dumb Seahorse [E]: Dick steals a magical artifact that will give him legs, and heads to the land to find his baby brother. Jason was taken by the selkie-trader Jack Napier two years before, and he's been assumed dead since. On the way, he meets a cute adopted son of a selkie who's willing to help him find his brother. He thinks he might be in love.

An Omega Worth Fighting For [E]: The emperor has made it illegal for any omega to go to war, but he has also demanded one alpha from every pack to join the army as they defend themselves from the oncomming Manhunter invasion. When a summons is sent for Dick's baby brother to join the war, he has no choice but to take his place, omega or not.

You Can't Hurt Me Anymore [E]: “He’s awake,” one woman noted. She was holding a large syringe like the ones they used in movies filled with silver liquid. “Should we sedate him?”“No, he can’t do anything,” Rudy’s voice came from behind Wally’s head.He strained back in his bonds to see the man behind him, but he couldn’t move his head enough to. The woman shrugged, grabbed Wally’s stomach and held him still as she inserted the needle beneath his skin. Whatever the liquid was inside of it, it burned as it slid in. Wally thrashed, throwing his head back farther and screaming his throat hoarse. He heard his father chuckle above him.

We're Going Back (To The Future) [T]: “Look now!” Max declared excitedly, picking the watch up off Dox’s neck and holding it up against his. “Dox’s clock is exactly one minute behind mine!”“Did it break?” Bart asked. “Max, what’s going on?”“Dox has just been the first being ever to travel through time!” Max grabbed his shoulder, grinning in glee. “It’s a time machine, Bart. A time machine.”Bart’s eyes widened. A time machine?

Red Hood, Prince of Crime [E]: There were many interesting ways to find your soulmate. Roy Harper had heard dozens of them as teens argued over which was the worst. At that moment, he knew with all certainty, This was it. The worst way to find out about who your soulmate was, was to find it carved into the grave of your best friend's little brother you only spoke with once, after having found out that the boy was brutally murdered and left unavenged. A cold rage burned in Roy. He wouldn’t let this rest. Jason Todd would not go unavenged. No one kills his soulmate and gets away with it

The Fox Princess [E]: In the kingdom of Keystone, the alpha nobility had a favourite sport– hunting down the animal-creatures of the woods. They specifically loved omegas. They would take them back to their palaces, make them unbreedable, and then keep them as their concubines until they died. Lately though, every single royal had their mind set on one target: the golden fox. When he caught the creature, Eo did not intend to do what most of his kind did and remove the omega’s ovaries. He intended to breed him. Such a beautiful creature should not be wasted and tortured, he should be bred and cultivated, made into Eo’s lady. He was so pretty, all bright, his tail and ears golden, and his skin bright tan. It was rumoured that what at first drew the royals to the forest creatures was the fact that they walked in nakedness. That their bodies were on display, bare and tempting, and Eo could understand that. He couldn’t imagine holding himself back if he were to see this creature even if he were not on the hunt for him

The Alphas From the Club [E]: Wally and Linda (alphas) pick up a 21 year old Dick at a club and then start courting him. It’s not until awhile into the relationship that they realise they’ve begun courting Robin, and now Nighthawk is out for Flash’s head for touching his baby brother

Sell Yourself to Chance [E]: "We three owe a debt to the king of the vampires. He offered us protection from his people in exchange for a bride fit for his son.” “No omega we’ve found has equaled his standards.” “But you?” The witch reached out a hand and cupped his face again, tilting his head up, her eyes roaming down his body. “You’re an omega fit for the gods. You would make any prince a very happy man.” Dick swallowed. “So… you want me to give up one engagement for another?” “I know, it seems like a bad price, but this prince is not a man you regard as your father,”

I'll Take Care of You [E]: “I’m an omega,” his voice quivered. “I’m sorry I hid it from you but I was scared. I know omegas are–” “Wally… I can’t–” Wally looked over, eyes fluttering, pain filling them. “Can’t… can’t what?” “I can’t protect you… because I’m going into heat too.”

Mermaid Biology [E]: The mer sat at the bottom of the tank, tail curled around him, staring up at the surface of the water with big, round, terrified eyes. He’d been brought to the marine centre three months earlier, after he was injured by poachers and unable to swim away. So far, no one had been able to get close enough to him to help him, which was why Wally was here. Wally was a doctor in mercreature studies. His doctorate specifically focused on the humanistic nature of the species, their mannerisms and their communication. Although the centre’s director didn’t seem enthused about that specific area of Wally’s expertise– he was very much of the opinion that mers were fish and that thinking anything else was a lapse in reason– he’d realised that he was the best one to make sure that his most costly specimen didn’t die on them. Wally had never been this close to a mer before. 

Partners in Crime [T]: The skies are black with lead-filled rain/A morbid painting on display/This is the night the young love died/Buried at each others side

Coping Through You (Inside Me) [E]: The mercenary growled and turned toward the omega, pressing him up against the wall and putting his face right against his. “Stop trying to fight me and remember your place, Richard,” he hissed, squeezing his hand on Dick’s hip. The omega looked into his eyes with big, blue watery ones. He was on the verge of shaking out of his skin. “Slade you have to go back and get Wally. He’s… he’s still alive, but if he stays there his healing factor will… and he won’t– and I– I–” Big tears flooded down Dick’s face and he slid to his knees on the ground as Slade let go of him. The alpha growled, nose crinkling, mad. “You what?”Dick covered his face. “I love him.”

No One to Turn To (But You) [E]: “Unless Hunter drops his claim.” Wally curled in tighter. “He’s not going to... I can’t.”“No, he’s not just going to give up his claim if you ask, but if you’re ruined, he won’t want you anymore.” Wally dropped his hands down. “Ruined?” Dick stared at Slade with round, shocked eyes as he pieced together what he was saying.“I happen to know that Hunter is one of those alphas who believes in purity in an omega. He doesn’t care if you’ve been assaulted, or if you’ve cheated, it would still be your fault, and he’d toss you out.”

Haunted By Ill Angels Only [E]: When Barry dies in the future, leaving Wally to take up his legacy and stand up for himself, Wally can't do it. When he realises he's probably going to end his life anyway, he goes to a crossroads to make a demon deal. His life for aunt and uncle's return to life. He doesn't realise that he and the demon have a very different definition of what giving someone you life means.

Princess of Defiance [E]: “I’M DOING THIS FOR YOU!” Jason screamed, “THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS SAY THANK YOU, JACKASS!” he stormed out of his father’s office, body tense, anger in every footstep.Roy fell behind him as he walked, nervous about the princess’ outburst. He knew that Jay had been freaking out since the council’s decision to offer the King of Defiance the marriage treaty, and he could understand, after all, Jason wasn’t the kind of omega who liked being treated like an omega.As soon as he got back to his room, he slammed the door and dropped down to the floor, pressing his knees against his chest. Roy sighed and sat down next to him, flopping his arms over his knees. Jason’s head fell in his hands.

Spoilage [E]: Dick had known from the beginning that Slade would have him as his prize. What he hadn’t expected was the alpha breaking his spoilage collar and throwing it aside, before lifting him up and carrying him in his arms over the threshold of Wilson manor, declaring Dick his wife-to-be. He’d been surprised. To Dick’s understanding, Slade had offered him a lifetime of servitude in exchange for his life, and he had reluctantly accepted it in the hope that Slade would also let Wally live. He had not expected to be Slade’s new bride. He didn’t know how he felt. On one hand: he was still a person, despite everything. His guardian and those close to him might have their heads spiked on the walls of the new world leaders’ fortress, but Dick still had his rights.At least, as many rights as an omega usually had. Wally is not so lucky...

Prized Omega [E]: Slade chose for Dick to be transferred into his ownership and not killed. It wasn’t long before Dick found out why.Slade wanted to make an alliance with the Gem cities, which made sense. Keystone and Central were two very powerful nations, and their ruler– King Eobard– was a very powerful man. He intended to do this through a marriage alliance, but he hadn’t believed that Joey was a fine enough omega to garner Prince Wallace’s attention. Enter Dick, the fairest omega in the land, and Slade had the perfect plan to get what he wanted. Slade wanted to make Dick irresistible, the perfect omega for Prince Wallace, which meant training him to be such.

[kiriashini]

My laptop died so i started using phone. (Thank god my graphic tablet supporting phone) WIP of yano haruhito art (i watched odd taxi recently)

[kiwiflorauna]

G’UUHHH SORRY BEING SLOW FOR UPDATING MY GALLERY I KEEP FORGETTING THIS PLACE EXISTS

HERE HAVE AN ODOKAWA WIP

I LOVE HIM SO MUUUUUUCCCHHH

[lululablette]

THERAPIE TAXI // HEARTSTEEL.

WIP rb are okay

[prunpplee]

the newest victim ✨

wanted a low-key groovy vibe to work on since I'm on vacation

not too much effort but i think it'll turn out pretty

[wuika]

Travis & Arthur ^-^

I got the idea when i saw the poster for David Cronenberg’s movie “Crash”.

[filet-o-feelings]

I want more of Rays' Taxi service and that isn't even on the list! Please and thank you!

It wasn't on the list because I had zero motivation to work on it lol, but for you, Meesh, I have opened the doc and made an attempt at progress. Google docs keeps signing me out while I'm in the middle of typing, though, so it's only a few short paragraphs. Here's one:

“Whatever you want to listen to, David. I know traditionally the driver gets to pick the music, but in this case I suppose you are paying for your time in this car so I’ll let you have it. I’m sure you have excellent taste.

Send me a symbol and I will write 5 sentences for the corresponding wip and share at least 1.

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

my wip

@zenithsky tagged me.

(if you read this, I will read the last few updates of diaryus I've missed in the next few days, sorry)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

WIP

• call it love and devotion (kentakim/pitbabe)

• kinnporsche the series mermaid au inspired by @thatgothsamurai

• good omens hospital au

• taxidriver kdrama one shot

• vegaspete spin off to my kimchay ff

(I'm only actively working on the first two, but when I have the time I will sit down and maybe write some of the others)

Tagging @ae-azile , @liesineyes , @zoinkssc00b , @shou-jpeg , @le-trash-prince and everybody else, who wants to participate :)

(To the people I've tagged, you don't have to participate, if you don't want to)

Ask box is open

[ravene]

I've had really no time to draw in a while and I'll keep having no time for a while but I went through my old WIPs and I think I could share some stuff here.

This one I'm sharing on it's own because I'm actually slightly proud of it lmao, it's Travis in Steven Universe style

[stragglewort]

"Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?"

"It's never easy with you people."

Taxi Driver and his crew got caught smuggling Militech property (It's Taxi, he's the property)

[taxi-cab-to-art-town]

Was posted on other blog idk why I can't find it, but Kori redesign bc I love her. Took me 50 hours to do and I changed her hair like 5 times.

WIPs under cut:

[kelliealtogether]

From Chapter Four of The Rearview:

“He’s not on the clock.”

There wasn’t a good reason for Ronan to know that, but he had a concerning amount of knowledge about Adam’s schedule, accumulated over months and months and rearranged every time a new semester started. Ronan's knowledge was obviously of concern to the waitress too, because she pulled her chin back and turned her head slightly, looking at Ronan out of the corners of her eyes as she took the menu away so slowly the sound of it dragging against the counter filled the awkward silence between them for a good ten seconds. After she dropped it on top of the haphazard stack of menus behind her, the waitress whirled around, and with indignation that rivaled Ronan’s, she said, “You must be Ronan Lynch.”

Ronan smiled thinly and replied, “My reputation precedes me.” But while he rearranged his face into its standard contemptuous mask, his insides were the foam of a just-popped can of soda, bubbling over and almost making him light-headed.

Adam talked about him with other people, or at least with this pygmy tyrant waitress.

“He’ll be done in a few minutes,” the waitress repeated, plunking a coffee cup down in front of Ronan before producing a set of napkin-rolled utensils. Then she alleviated Ronan’s shred of worry Adam was working without getting paid. “He offered. What pie?”

This thrilled Ronan a little too, that Adam had prepared the tiny waitress for Ronan’s presence by telling her what Ronan always ordered. Without gratitude, he told her, “Lemon meringue.”

[dogin8]

I was walking home from somewhere pretty far from where i live one night, it was pretty cold, and a pretty long walk, before starting to walk I had been thinking about getting a taxi, I figured, that I could walk some of the distance and it would save me money - getting a taxi the whole way would be expensive, but maybe at some point the price of getting the taxi would be low enough for it to be worthwhile - and so I was walking thinking this the whole time like "Is it now? When am I going to get this taxi, is it worth it yet or do I keep walking"

Eventually, I came to the realisation, it didn't matter. I would keep walking, walking would both lower the price of the potential taxi and bring me closer to home, and at the point when I wanted to get a taxi, I would. Me trying to plan ahead for when to get the taxi was pointless, I would be there the whole time, I wasn't going to know how tired I would be after the first hour of walking, I wasn't going to know how cold it would be or if it would start raining, I would only know when to get the taxi exactly the moment before I got it, so there was no real point thinking about it.

I wish I could apply that reasoning to more things but the main one I've managed is when worrying about things like "living a worthwhile life"

the idea that I have to live in a way that will make me look back on everything like "yes i achieved the things, I was good, I did it, It was well lived". There is absolutely nothing I can do about how worthwhile my life is other than live, I am going to be here every single second till I stop, and what is worthwhile to me now might not be worthwhile to me then, and vice versa.

There's no point in me worrying about making my life worthwhile, not because there's nothing I can do about it, but because the only thing I can do about it is what I was already going to do anyways.

The only thing I can do to get to the point where I'm going to get this taxi is continue to walk home.

If I end up doing that worthwhile thing? Amazing, but I will have had to live my way to it.

[monocodoll]

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 Update

It's been a good while since the release of the initial version of MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures. For the last 8 months, I have been working on adding more features and fixing bugs that were present in the first release. You can locate the mod in either Simblr.CC or LoversLab.

1.1.0 Update Notes

TLTR: Additions/Changes For 1.1.0

Main Feature: OnlySims

Side Features: Simstagram, Cosmetic Surgeyr, LlamaPay

Miscellenous Features: Cigars, Cannabis Gummies, Can Consume Cannabis Through Bubble Bar, New Drug Objects: Weed Tray and Cocaine Lines, Tobacco Plant with Aging Barrel and Drying Rack, Sharing Drug Interactions For Drugs, Do Together Interaction For Drugs, New Addiction Chance System, Addiction Predisposition System, New Setting Options: (Remove Felonies, Set Opinion On Drugs, Set Addiction Predisposition, Check Addiction Predisposition), Updated BDP Mod to be Integrated Into Vile Ventures, New Ways To Obtain Drugs Through Medical Career(Kleptomanaic Sims Pocketing Drugs and At level 5 you can order fake prescriptions), Sims can autonomously do drugs at certain clubs and at Juice Keg Parties, Misc objects: Bath Bombs(Usable), Visa Gift Cards(Usable), Lip Stick Packaging, Quencher Tumbler(Usable), Simple Modern Tumbler (Usable), Hydro Flask Tumbler, Swell Stainless Steel Bottle.

New Tunables

Bug Fixes:

- Implemented fix where if the world you were playing at had a Police Station in a combo rabbithole than the sim being arrested would be dropped off at a random location then take a taxi to the police station to be jailed.

 - Implemented fix where sims who obtained felonies were unemployable for all careers. Where they should have at least been able to join the Criminal, Culinary, Military, and Part time jobs

- Fixed bug where sims were able to deal drugs to their household members

- Made Tunable where you may disable receiving the Going Wild Moodlet for the MDMA, Shrooms, and LSD drugs. The going Wild Moodlet causes a temporary trait change. Which was reported to effect players who had KinkyWorld negatively. If you have KinkyWorld and face issues due to the temporary trait change, you may disable this feature through the tunable xml.

 - Implemented fix where a smuggling racket with the equipment upgrade was bugged. This bug caused you to be forced to hold exactly 25 packages or bricks to smuggle. Otherwise the function would not work.

-Implemented fix where arrests would sometimes repeat after a sim has been dropped off at the police station lot.

-Implemented method where your Drug Dealing skill can be carried over if you were to travel or move to a different world.

-Implemented cleanup methods when crafting drugs via chemistry lab, when drugs are confiscated when being jailed, while smuggling, when curing cannabis, when selling drugs to other sims. These functions simply removed the items from the sims inventory, but did not delete them. They were basically placed in no mans land. Without Nrass errortrap, these items would never get deleted and your save file would get bigger overtime. Now they are get deleted via my script.

Mod Description

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures offers and aims to provide players with the ability to roleplay lucrative, shady, and consequential criminal activities.

As of this moment at version 1.1.0 . The MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures mod provides the ability to roleplay lucrative, shady, and consequential activities by allowing your sim to become Street Drug Dealers, Craft Drugs, Smuggle Drugs, Launder Dirty Money, Aquire Rackets, Consume Illegal Drugs, and Become OnlySim Models.

Disclaimer

Before installing the new version of MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures mod, please download and read the MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 Installation Guide. This guide will state what DLC and Third Party Mods you will need to receive full functionality of the mod. A few third party mods were added to this new version.

Additionally, because the mod does add custom traits and custom skills. It is recommended to make a backup save if you are planning on using an already existing playthrough. That way if you decide to uninstall the mod, you will still have a version of your playthrough before you had installed the mod.

Overview

Drug Consumption Focus

​20 Consumable Drugs

Drug Consumption Animation For All Drugs

Drug Effects

Drug Addiction

Drug Withdrawal System

Fatal and non fatal Overdoses

Rehab

Drug Consumption Reactions

Doctor Visits

Hidden Rolling Skill

Drug Research Computer Interactions

Drug Dealing Focus

Drug Dealing Skill

16 Sellable Drugs

10 Growable Drug Plants

12 Craftable Drugs

2 Drug Production Rackets

Money Laundering Racket

Smuggling Racket

Heat System

Jailing System

Police Raid System

OnlySims Focus

OnlySims Skill

Activities For OnlySims Model: Open OnlySims Account, Delete OnlySims Account, Post Photo/Video Content, LiveStream, Read and Respond To Comments, Chat With Subscribers, Read OnlySims Requests, Add Mosaic To Content

Fan Mail System

Tip System

Sponsorship Opportunity System

Quota System

Consequence System

Simstagram Focus

Simstagram Skill

Actitivities For Simstagram Models: Open Simstagram, Delete Simstagra, Post Photo/Video/Story/Art Content, Add LinkTree

Simstagram Sponsorship Opportunity System

Tip System

Quota System

Misc

- 127 Custom Objects

- 180 New Moodlets

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures Mod Guide The MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures Mod will have downloadable PDF mod guides. Please read the guides before asking questions.

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Installation Guide)

Will go over DLC and Third Party Mods Needed

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Drug Tunable Guide)

Will go over how to make tunable edits and explain the current tunables

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Consumable Drug Consumption Guide)​

Obtaining Drugs W/Out Drug Dealing Skill

Methods To Consume Drugs

Effects Of Drugs

Addiction

Withdrawals

Overdoses

Quitting Addiction

Steroid Mechanics

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Drug Dealing Guide)​

Assigning Drug Dealer NPC

Getting Permission to Deal Drugs

How To Get Inventory

How To Gain Clients

Sales & Transactions

Smuggling Drugs

Methods Of Making Dirty Simoleans Usable

Inheritance

Jailing System

Heat Level System

Tips For Effective Drug Dealing From Twinsimming

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (OnlySims Guide) 

Opening an OnlySims Account

Making Content For OnlySims

How To Gain Subscribers

Making Simoleons From OnlySims

Keeping Subscribers

Consequences of Becoming a Known OnlySims Model 

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Simstagram Guide)

Opening a Simstagram Account

Making Content For Simstagram

Posting Content On Simstagram

Making Simoleons From Simstagram

Keeping Subscribers 

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Cosmetic Surgery Guide)

Getting A Procedure Done

Polycounts Drug Items

-White Widow Baggy - 294

- Purple Haze Baggy - 294

- Skunk Baggy - 294

- OG Kush Baggy - 294

- AK47 Baggy - 294

- Amnesia Baggy - 294

- Shroom Baggy - 294

- LSD Sheet - 14

- MDMA Baggy - 294

- MDMA Pill Bottle - 412

- Adderall Pill Bottle - 412

- Xanax Pill Bottle - 412

- PainKillers Pill Bottle - 412

- Cocaine Baggy - 294

- Meth Baggy - 294

- Heroin Baggy - 294

- Lean - 108

- Testosterone Enanthate - 476

- Trenbolone - 476

- Estrogen Blockers - 476

- Cold Medicine - 764

-Cigar Pack - 14

Drug Animatio Prop Items

- Bong - 830

- Vaporizer - 412

- Blunt - 192

- White Widow Joint - 176

- Purple Haze Joint - 176

- Skunk Joint - 176

- OG Kush Joint - 176

- AK47 Joint - 176

- Amnesia Joint - 176

- LSD Blotter - 12

- Shroom - 362

- MDMA Pill - 124

- Xanax Pill - 124

- Adderall Pill - 124

- PainKiller Pill - 124

- Rolled Simolean - 80

- Pizzo Pipe - 592

- Syringe - 916

- Lean - 108

- Cold Medicine - 764

- Cigar - 124

- Cannabis Gummy - 380

Drug Ingredient Items

- Empty Baggy - 294

- Empty Jar - 446

- Jar With White Widow - 634

- Jar With Purple Haze - 634

- Jar With Skunk - 634

- Jar With OG Kush - 634

- Jar With AK47 - 634

- Jar With Amnesia - 634

- RAW Rolling Paper - 14

- Swisher Sweets - 22

- Baking Soda - 36

- Powdered Milk - 36

- Empty Bowl - 182

- Coke Bowl - 206

- Brick Press Container - 148

- Brick Press Container With Cocaine Powder - 150

- Hydrogen Peroxide - 318

- Sodium Benzoate - 210

- Toluene - 706

- Empty Bin Tray - 38

- Meth Tray - 38

- Empty Meth Bin - 70

- Meth Bin - 70

- Empty Pill Bottle - 412

- Sprite - 1752

- Jolly Ranchers - 94

- Styrofoam Cup - 96

- Cannabis Pack - 94

- Empty Cigar Pack - 14

- Empty Cigarette Pack - 44

Custom Seeds

- White Widow Bud - 82

- Purple Haze Bud - 82

- Skunk Bud - 82

- OG Kush Bud - 82

- AK47 Bud - 82

- Amnesia Bud - 82

- Shroom - 362

- Coca Leaf - 68

- Opium - 960

-Tobacco Leaf - 92

-Dry Tobacco Leaf - 92

Custom Plants

- White Widow Cannabis Plant - 280

- Purple Haze Cannabis Plant - 280

- Skunk Cannabis Plant - 280

- OG Kush Cannabis Plant - 280

- AK47 Cannabis Plant - 280

- Amnesia Cannabis Plant - 280

- Shroom Plant Mycelium - 68

- Shroom Plant Sprout - 730

- Shroom Plant Growing - 730

- Shroom Plant Mature - 1094

- Shroom Plant Dead - 260

- Coca Plant - 1258

- Opium Plant Sprout- 210

- Opium Plant Growing - 28

- Opium Plant Mature - 974

- Tobacco Plant - 124

Misc

- Dirty Simoleans - 22

- Meth Package - 182

- Cocaine Brick - 514

- Racket Package - 14

- Lighter - 191

- Stay Safe Test Kit - 30

- Baby Laxatives - 14

- Weed Tray - 1289

- Fan Mail Package - 14

- Aging Barrel - 322

-Drying Rack - 494

-Gamer Girl Bath Water - 442

-VHS Tape - 14

-Bath Bomb Package - 14

-Bath Bomb Ball - 672

-Lip Packaging - 14

-Visa Gift Card - 30

-HydroFlaskBottle - 908

-SimpleModernTumbler - 602

-SwellStainlessBottle - 1530

-TheQuencherTumbler - 876

Tuning

Please Download the MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 (Drug Tunable Guide). As this will give instructions on how to make a tunable edit and explain each current tunable.

Conflicts

Since this is a Script mod, there should not be any conflicts. However, it is recommended not to have The DrugLord mod by brando130 installed with this mod. As it seems to make your sim unclickable if your sim were to receive any moodlet which would temporarily replace a sims trait. This can happen with any of my custom moodlets that changes traits temporarily or any of the non modded moodlets which temporarily change traits. Additionally, MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures 1.1.0 Incorporated the BDP mod into Vile Ventures. Please ensure that you do not have the standalone BDP mod installed alongside Vile Ventures.

Inspiration

Basemental Drugs Mod For The Sims 4 MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures was very much inspired by Basemental's Drug Mod. It should be noted, that I actually never played Basemental Drugs, but I loved reading their great guides. And would have most likely enjoyed it had I decided to continue playing TS4 after I moved to PC gaming.

Credits

Third Party Apps Used

VS 2019

s3pe

PhotoShop 2022

MilkShape

Blender 2.79

Blender 2.67b

ILSpy

Script Mod Template Creator by Battery

Third Party Mods Used

Arsil's Custom Trait Manager

Battery's C# Script Utility

douglasveiga CCLoader

MonocoDoll's Arms Dealing Mod

Olomaya's Updated Smoking Mod

Twinsimming's Game On! Collection

Twinsimming's Fashion Forward Collection

MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures Mod Script

MonocoDoll

Custom Objects included With MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures Mod

MonocoDoll​

Provided Assistance With Functions For The Script

Battery

Gamefreak130

zoeoe

Twinsimming

Lyralei

Custom Objects included With MonocoDoll's Vile Ventures Mod

MonocoDoll​

Provided Assistance With Learning To Create Custom Plants and Ingredients

Bietjie

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Huffily Ever After: A CindereLloyd Story [1/?]

Chapter One - The Masquerade Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Female!Reader Word Count: 5k Summary: After paying your dues and working hard for a few years, you're finally invited to be part of the delegation Nexus PR is sending to the industries banner international conference. It's the opportunity you've been waiting for to fuel the next steps in your career. Over the coming days, you're eager to take every chance and make every connection you can and not waste a single moment. And it all starts with a pre-conference masquerade...

Content/Warnings: modern Cinderella adaptation, unknown identities (later enemies to lovers), mention of the past death of a parental figure in passing, toxic coworkers, eventual smut

Notes: Final week of my Countdown to Chris-mas! This is an idea I had a really really really really really really long time ago, but it's just sort of been waiting in the wings and biding its time with my muse. My intention was for this to be a longer fic between 8-10k, but ... when I got to the end of the first night, it was 5k, so ANOTHER CHAPTERED FIC, HERE WE GO! I know nobody asked for yet another WIP from me, but alas. It is what it is.

A/N 2: Credit to @stargazingfangirl18 for title inspiration!

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This wasn’t only your first international conference, it was your first professional conference, period.

For it to be held in Paris was already a dream.

To be on your way to a masquerade at the chateaux of Versailles as a prelude to the conference was nothing short of magical.

Even if it was being sponsored by Hansen Global Digital Industries.

The company was a titan in the industry, both in size and in reputation. While they weren’t your direct competitors - the small firm you worked for was nowhere near the size - they were one of the top and used for benchmarking across the board by many. The Global, Digital, and International in their title basically meant they did everything.

While the masquerade was billed as a social, everyone knew it was also a thinly veiled and prime opportunity for networking that could lead to potential poaching. But since invitations for attendance were extended to everyone registered for the conference, it was more than just Hansen Global who planned to scope out prospects and sharpen their teeth among the masses tonight.

As the taxi wound its way through the streets of Paris and then out of the city, you nervously adjusted your mask. It was an elegant creation of black lace and gold filigree, a last-minute purchase from a boutique near your hotel. You hoped it would be enough to fit in with the crowd of industry elites. You'd spent more than you had wanted on the costume, but reasoned it was an investment. First impressions counted, especially in a crowd like this.

The taxi ahead of you turned a corner, and you caught a glimpse of Gus's laughing face through the window. Your stomach twisted with a pang of envy. In the chaos of trying to get everyone from your firm’s delegation into taxis at the same time, you’d been split from your work best friend Gus and instead landed in the last taxi with the last two people you wanted. Gus, with his easy charm and quick wit, would have made the perfect companion for the nerve-wracking journey to Versailles. Instead, you were wedged in the backseat between Anya and Holly, their silence as thick and suffocating as the heavy perfume they both wore.

Anya stared out the window, her crimson lips pursed in a permanent expression of boredom. Her mask, a stunning creation of peacock feathers and Swarovski crystals, probably cost more than your entire wardrobe - not just what you had on tonight, your entire wardrobe back home. Holly, on your other side, tapped away furiously on her phone, no doubt already networking before you'd even arrived.

The three of you worked together on the same team, and they treated you as an unwanted little step-sister, leaving you to catch most of the work for the projects as the rookie, so you could learn.

And learn, you did. As much as you knew and hated that you were given nearly everything while they did nearly nothing and blatantly shared and stole credit, you didn’t complain. You were no stranger to grinding and working for every scrap and opportunity that you could take. But you also didn’t complain because there was no one to complain to. Your team lead thought Anya and Holly could do no wrong and made it clear she felt put upon that you’d been shifted to her team when the team you had originally been hired to had been dissolved when your lead had been promoted within the company.

You could also put up with Anya and Holly as necessary on this trip because - by some blessed twist of fate - said leader of your team Amilla Tremaine had been unable to attend the conference this year. It was going to be a week without her needling, scrutiny, and constant disapproval.

The closer you got to Versailles, the more your stomach churned with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. You had practiced your elevator pitch countless times in the mirror, rehearsing the finer points of your latest project. But would anyone even care to listen to a newcomer from a small firm?

The taxi pulled up to the grand gates, and you all stepped out into the cool evening air. The château loomed before you, its windows aglow with warm light. Without a word, Holly and Anya immediately linked arms and caught up with some of the others while leaving you behind. A steady stream of masked figures made their way up the steps, their laughter and chatter carried on the breeze.

Then Gus was suddenly next to you, bumping your shoulder with his.

"Ready to make some magic happen?" He grinned, his eyes twinkling behind a mask adorned with silver swirls.

You couldn't help but smile back, feeling some of your tension ease. "As ready as I'll ever be. Though I think I might need a bit of liquid courage first."

"That can be arranged," Gus chuckled, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

Together, you ascended the grand staircase, your heart pounding with each step. The opulence of Versailles was overwhelming, even more breathtaking in person than in any photograph or film. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the sea of masked faces, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures swirling around you.

As you entered the main ballroom, a waiter appeared as if by magic, offering flutes of champagne. You gratefully accepted one, taking a sip to calm your nerves. The champagne was exquisite, far better than anything you'd ever tasted before. You savored the moment, trying to commit every detail to memory.

"So, what's our game plan?" Gus asked, scanning the room. "Should we divide and conquer, or stick together?"

Before you could answer, a tall figure in an elaborate Venetian mask approached. "Excuse me," he said, his accent unmistakably French. "I couldn't help but overhear. Are you two looking to make some connections tonight?"

You and Gus exchanged a quick glance. "We are," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "We're here representing Nexus PR."

The man's eyes lit up with interest. "Ah, Nexus! I've heard good things about your work in emerging markets. I'm Claude Dumont, head of international relations at Hansen Global."

Your heart skipped a beat. Hansen Global? Already? You forced yourself to maintain composure as you shook his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Dumont.” You introduced yourself and Gus to tis industry titan.

"Enchanté," Claude smiled, his eyes crinkling behind his mask. "I must say, I'm particularly intrigued by your recent campaign in Southeast Asia. The cultural nuances were masterfully handled."

You blinked in surprise. He knew about that? It had been a small project, but one you'd poured your heart into. "Thank you, that means a lot coming from you, sir.”

Claude was known for his keen eye for talent and innovative partnerships. This was exactly the kind of opportunity you'd hoped for, but never expected to actually happen.

“I keep a sharp eye out for just that kind of execution in our industry, especially when it’s happening outside of our company,” he says with a wink. “Now you really must let me steal you two away to my modest corner of this gathering,” he insists.

You and Gus exchanged another quick glance, this time of barely contained excitement. This was an opportunity you couldn't pass up.

"We'd be honored, Monsieur Dumont," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Claude gestured for you to follow him through the glittering crowd. As you weaved your way across the ballroom, you couldn't help but notice Anya and Holly watching from a corner, their eyes narrowing behind their ornate masks. You felt a small surge of satisfaction, quickly followed by a pang of guilt for feeling that way.

Claude's "modest corner" turned out to be a secluded alcove with plush velvet chairs and a stunning view of the gardens. A small group was already gathered there, their masks glinting in the soft lamplight. You recognized a few faces from industry magazines and conferences – these were some of the biggest names in global PR and marketing.

Claude introduced you to a couple of the figures closest to you, and then began to mingle elsewhere, drawn in by others.

After a few minutes, Gus leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Don't look now, but I think you've caught someone else's attention."

Despite his warning, you couldn't help but glance in the direction he subtly indicated. A tall figure in a striking black and gold mask was observing you from across the room. Even from this distance, you could feel the intensity of their gaze.

"Any idea who that might be?" you whispered to Gus.

He shook his head. "Can't tell, but whoever it is, it looks like they're interested in you."

Your pulse quickened, and you took another sip of champagne. “No need to worry about him when we’re here though,” you replied softly, and then the two of you re-engaged with the people you’re surrounded with.

You tried to focus on the conversation around you, but found your attention continually drawn back to the mysterious figure in black and gold. Their gaze never wavered, and you felt a mixture of intrigue and unease under their scrutiny.

As the night wore on, you found yourself growing more comfortable in this elite circle of what turned out to be a mix of new and seasoned professionals. The initial nervousness had faded, replaced by a heady mix of excitement and confidence. You were holding your own in conversations about global market trends and innovative campaign strategies, even offering insights that were met with nods of approval.

Gus, true to form, was charming everyone within earshot. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him work the room, his easy laugh and quick wit drawing people in like moths to a flame.

After about an hour, you excused yourself to find a bathroom, and on your way back, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned to find yourself face-to-face with the enigmatic observer. Though he wore a mask covering his full face, his eyes were still visible through the mask's openings, a mesmerizing shade of ice blue that drew you in.

He stood tall and imposing, his presence commanding even in the opulent surroundings of Versailles. His tuxedo was impeccably tailored, the fabric so fine it seemed to absorb the light around it. A single red rose was pinned to his lapel, a vibrant splash of color against the monochrome ensemble.

When he spoke, his voice was a rich baritone that sent a shiver down your spine. "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room, and I must insist that you dance with me."

You kept a polite smile on your face, but your eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that so?”

"Forgive me, that came out more presumptuous than it should have. Allow me to rephrase - may I have the honor of a dance?"

Something told you he didn’t care one bit about politeness or if you forgave him or not.

You hesitated, torn between curiosity about this mysterious, cavalier figure and the comfortable circle you’d already broken into for the evening. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm actually in the middle of some important conversations..."

"But isn't this entire evening about making new connections?" he countered smoothly. "You won't regret it."

There was something in his voice, a hint of challenge perhaps, that made you reconsider. Plus, you had to admit, you were intrigued.

"Alright," you conceded, "one dance."

He offered his arm, and you took it, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor. As if on cue, the orchestra began to play a slow waltz.

As you began to glide across the dance floor together, you couldn't help but feel a mix of exhilaration and unease. The mysterious man's lead was strong and confident, guiding you effortlessly through the steps of the waltz. His hand on your waist felt both thrilling and dangerous, like touching a live wire.

The man towered over you, his tall frame exuding a commanding presence. His broad shoulders were wrapped in thick muscles that you could feel plainly beneath your hand as it rested on his shoulder. With each turn on the dance floor, you could feel his undeniable strength and power, and it ignited a fire began to smolder within you. He was a force to be reckoned with, and you were unquestionably caught in his alluring grasp.

After a minute of dancing without any conversation, you needed to break the silence, your curiosity too strong and needing to know more about him.

“Aren’t you going to ask my name?” you started, in hopes of getting to learn his.

“Nope,” he replied, popping the p on the end.

You turned your face up to look at him. “Because you already know who I am?” you pressed.

“Nope,” he said again, but with a more pronounced p and a tone of amusement in his voice.

“Then why don’t you want to know who I am?”

“It defeats the point of having a masquerade,” he answered. “Tonight should be an escape from the burden of our names and titles and expectations.” His voice expressed a deeper annoyance as he continued - not at you, but seemingly at the situation. “The conference will be consumed by nothing but that for the rest of the week. Can we not have just this one night of anonymous freedom?”

There was an exhaustion that bled through his words as well. It made you more curious to know who this man was to feel so jaded and desperate to escape his life for one night, but it also made you reel back that curiosity to a point. His words struck a chord you could relate to.

"I suppose there's some truth to that," you admitted.

The pressure not only of the conference, but of your fledgling career, of constantly having to prove yourself, had been weighing heavily on your mind. Had been a relentless driving force for years, especially since your mother died. The idea of a night free from expectations was alluring.

"But how can we make connections if we don't know who we're connecting with?"

"Sometimes the most meaningful connections are formed when we're free from the constraints of our usual identities. Don't you find it liberating?"

As you twirled across the dance floor, you had to admit there would be something freeing about the anonymity. Without the pressure of your name or position, you felt you could be bolder, more daring.

"Fine, I'll play along," you decided, a mischievous glint in your eye. "But only if at some points you’ll answer at least some of my questions."

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Only if I want to. You up for the challenge?”

You wanted to know what company he worked for, maybe even what part of the industry, but you knew he wouldn’t answer questions like that.

“Where did you go to school?” you asked.

“Boring!”

“Can I at least know where you’re from?”

“Nope, too specific.”

You huff.

“Come on, ask me something interesting,” he goads.

You pondered for a moment, trying to think of a question that might intrigue him enough to answer. "Alright, what's your biggest regret?"

He raised an eyebrow behind his mask, clearly not expecting such a personal question. "Ah, now that's more like it," he said, his voice a low rumble. "My biggest regret... is not taking more risks when I was younger."

You felt a small thrill at having gotten him to answer. "What kind of risks?"

He spun you out and then pulled you back in, closer than before. "The kind that make your heart race and your palms sweat. The kind that could change everything."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. "And now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Now?" He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "Now I make it a point to take as many calculated risks as I can.”

His words sent a thrill through you, adding more heat to the fire he’d already sparked. You were acutely aware of how close he was, the warmth of his body, the strength in his arms as he guided you across the dance floor.

"And what about you?" he asked, his voice low and intimate. "What's your biggest regret?"

You hesitated, caught off guard by the question. It felt too personal, too raw to share with a stranger. But then again, of course he would ask something demanding of a deeper answer. Wasn't that the point of this masked encounter now? Deeper connection but with the anonymity and constraints of only one night.

"I regret not standing up for myself more," you admitted softly. "Always trying to please others, even at my own expense."

He nodded, as if he understood all too well. "And now?" he echoed your earlier follow up.

You took a deep breath, considering your answer. "Now... I'm learning to find my voice. To take up space. To demand what I deserve."

His grip on your waist tightened almost imperceptibly. "Good," he murmured, his approval sending a shiver down your spine. "The world has no use for those who shrink themselves."

You were both quiet for a beat then, but it wasn’t awkward.

"The necklace you're wearing," he said after another moment, his eyes dropping to your collarbone. "It's quite striking."

You felt a flush creep up your neck, suddenly self-conscious. The small round diamond on its simple chain seemed woefully inadequate in the opulence of Versailles, among the glittering jewels adorning the necks of some of the other attendees. You'd debated whether to wear it tonight, knowing it might look out of place at such a grand affair. “You don’t have to say that, it’s not much, especially for an event like this.”

He shook his head, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. "No, it's perfect precisely because it's not ostentatious. It speaks of history, of sentiment. I'd wager it means far more to you than any gaudy bauble could."

You were taken aback by his perception. “It’s… yes. It belonged to my gram who passed it on to my mom, and then to me. Gram said it would always bring good luck.”

His eyes softened behind the mask. "And has it? Brought you good luck?"

"I'd say it has," you replied with a small smile. “More good than bad, at least.” You built everything in your life on hard work, but your mother had always reminded you that hard work would sometimes be rewarded with the blessing of luck.

"Then it's doing its job," he said, his voice warm. "And it suits you."

You felt a rush of warmth at his words, touched by his insight and unexpected kindness.

As you continued to dance, the conversation flowed more freely. You discussed favorite books, debated the merits of various cuisines, and shared anecdotes from growing up. All the while, you were acutely aware of his presence, the strength in his arms, the intensity of his gaze behind that striking mask.

You didn’t realize you had danced so long until the orchestra paused to take a break. The absence of music brought you back to reality, and you moved away from the man who was only a partial stranger now. He’d released his hold from your waist, but he kept hold of your hand.

“Let’s go walk in the gardens,” he said.

You hesitated, glancing back towards the alcove where you'd left Gus and your newfound industry connections. "I should probably get back..."

"Aw, come on," he challenged, his voice low and persuasive. "The gardens of Versailles are breathtaking at night. It would be a shame to miss them."

You bit your lip, torn between duty and desire. The responsible part of you knew you should return to networking, to making the most of this rare opportunity. But another part of you, a part that had been dormant for far too long, yearned for adventure.

"Alright," you conceded, "but only for a little while."

Wasting no time, he led you towards the grand doors that opened onto the gardens. As you stepped outside, the cool night air caressed your skin, a welcome respite from the warmth of the ballroom. The gardens of Versailles stretched out before you, a labyrinth of manicured hedges and marble statues bathed in moonlight.

As you walked, your companion kept hold of your hand, his touch sending sparks through your body. The two of you dove easily back into conversation once more - the unconventional step away from the standard getting-to-know-yous and venturing through more things that mattered but that you rarely talked about with anyone.

"What do you think is the key to success?" you asked, curious about his perspective.

He chuckled, a low, rich sound that reverberated through you. "Adaptability," he answered without hesitation. "The ability to change course quickly, to see opportunities where others see obstacles. And a bit of ruthlessness doesn't hurt either."

You raised an eyebrow. "Ruthlessness? That’s intense."

He shrugged, his shoulders moving elegantly under his tailored jacket. "The business world isn't for the faint of heart. Sometimes you have to make tough decisions, put your own interests first."

His words made you pause. They reminded you of the cutthroat atmosphere at your own firm, the way Anya and Holly seemed to thrive on competition and backstabbing. You'd always tried to rise above it, to succeed on your own merits without stepping on others. But sometimes you wondered if that approach was naive.

"And what about integrity?" you challenged. "Doesn't that count for something?"

He turned to face you, his eyes glinting behind his mask. "Integrity is admirable, but it won't always get you where you want to go. Sometimes you have to play the game to change it."

You frowned, not entirely convinced. "But at what cost? Doesn't it hollow out your success if you compromise your values to achieve it?"

He leaned in closer, his voice low and intense. "The world isn't black and white, my dear. Sometimes the ends justify the means. And sometimes, those who play by the rules get left behind."

His words sent a chill down your spine.

There was a hard edge to his voice that hadn't been there before, a glimpse of something darker beneath the charm and mystery.

"I don't believe that," you said firmly. "There's always a way to succeed without sacrificing your principles. It might be harder, it might take longer, but it's possible."

He studied you for a long moment, his head tilted slightly. "You're idealistic," he said finally. "It's... refreshing. But I wonder how long you can hold onto that idealism in this industry."

You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze squarely. “I can’t abandon it. Ever.”

Even though you could not agree with him, there was something intoxicating about his confidence, his unapologetic pursuit of success.

You expected him to scoff or look at you as if you were perhaps a little less. But he only nodded, a pensive look remaining in his eyes, and then began to walk again, pulling you along to fall in step beside him.

"And what is it that you want?" he asked, his voice low and intimate.

You hesitated, caught off guard by the direction of his question. It was simple, but exposed you in a new way.

The question hung in the air between you, loaded with possibility. The intensity of the moment made your heart race.

"What I want..." you began, your voice softer than you intended. "I want to make a difference. To create campaigns that actually mean something, that have a positive impact on the world, not just make money for businesses."

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Admirable," he said, his tone unreadable. "And what do you want for yourself?"

What did you want for yourself? You'd been so focused on proving yourself, on climbing the ladder, on trying to make your father proud after all his own sacrifices to help put you through school, that you'd barely stopped to consider your own desires.

"I want to be recognized for my work. To be valued. To not have to fight for every scrap of credit or opportunity."

"Ah," he murmured, his voice tinged with understanding. His grip on your hand tightened slightly. "You're tired of being overlooked, of others taking credit for your hard work." His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand. "I can relate to that feeling all too well."

You looked up at him, surprised by the hint of vulnerability in his voice. "You? But you seem so confident, so in control."

He chuckled, but there was a bitter edge to it. "Appearances can be deceiving, especially in our world. I've had my fair share of battles to get where I am."

As you walked deeper into the gardens, the sounds of the party faded away, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant trickle of fountains.

"And is that all you want?" he pressed, his voice low and smooth. "There’s gotta be something more that you want."

He stopped walking to turn to look at you. You felt a blush creep up your neck, grateful for the mask that hid part of your face. There was something in his tone, in the intensity of his gaze, that made you think he wasn't just talking about professional aspirations anymore.

"I want to feel alive," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "To experience passion and adventure. To take risks without fear of failure."

He stepped closer, closing the already small distance between you. "And what's stopping you?"

Your breath caught in your throat. "I don't know," you said honestly.

His free hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. "Maybe…”

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your dress, and you gave a slight jump, breaking away from this man and the too-intense moment.

“Sorry,” you said.

“It’s fine,” he replied.

Your hand shot into the folds of your dress, and you pulled out the phone. It was a message from Gus, asking where you’d disappeared to. Your eyes flicked to the top corner, gasping when you saw what time it was - 11:47pm. You shot off a quick reply go Gus, even as your eyes flitted back up to the stranger. “I completely lost track of time! I have to get back before my group leaves without me.”

"No, of course," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I suppose our little escape couldn't last forever."

You hesitated, torn between the desire to stay and the practical need to leave. "I should go," you said reluctantly.

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. “I’ll walk you back.”

Though he didn’t reach for your hand again, the walk back up to the castle was companionable enough, even if the conversation did taper off significantly. You imagined he must be feeling the spell of tonight’s escape dissipating as much as you.

It didn’t take long to walk back to the castle, but he stopped again once you were close and tugged you to face him.

“You could stay,” he said, “get a ride back with me.”

Your heart stuttered.

You wanted to.

But you couldn’t.

You didn’t want to say no though.

So instead, you said, “I don’t know. I can’t imagine disclosing something as pedestrian as which hotel I’m staying at,” calling back to the stubborn beginning of your true conversation, and by the time you’d finished, your face had split into an impish grin.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling behind his mask. "Let me guess - the headquarter hotel for the conference, right?"

You nodded, pretending to be impressed by his deduction. "You got me. But that's all you're prying out of me, mystery man."

He laughed again, the warm sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I suppose I must concede defeat this time. But before you go..." He paused, his eyes searching yours behind his mask. "Will you do one thing for me?"

You hesitated, curiosity warring with caution. "What?"

"Close your eyes," he said softly. "Just for a moment."

You hesitated for a moment, torn between caution and curiosity. But something in his voice, in the way he'd looked at you all night, made you trust him. Slowly, you let your eyelids flutter shut.

You heard a rustle of fabric, then felt his warm breath on your face. One of his large hands, strong yet gentle, cupped your cheek. The scent of his cologne enveloped you – notes of sandalwood and something spicy you couldn't quite place.

Then his lips were on yours, insistent, hungry. The kiss was electric, sending sparks coursing through your body. His mouth moved against yours with a passion that left you breathless, his hand sliding to the nape of your neck to pull you closer. You melted into him, your hands gripping the lapels of his jacket as if to anchor yourself in this moment.

The world around you faded away - the sounds of the party, the cool night air, the scent of roses in the garden - all of it disappeared, leaving only the sensation of his lips on yours, his strong arms around you. You felt dizzy, intoxicated by his touch, by the passion that radiated between you.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips until you parted them with a soft gasp. He tasted of champagne and something darker, more intoxicating. His other hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of your dress, the solid planes of his chest pressed against you. A small moan escaped your throat, swallowed by his eager mouth.

Just as you felt yourself getting lost in the kiss, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and dazed.

“Goodnight, Cinderella,” he murmured against your lips, then turned and swept away before your eyes fluttered open, only allowing you to see the back of him as he disappeared.

Though he had removed his mask to kiss you, you had never seen even a hint of his face, only his fierce blue eyes.

next chapter: Day One of the Conference

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