Context: We were playing a homebrew campaign, and my character was a mage. He always wanted to have a mobile alchemy-box, which contains the basic tools for alchemy. So after several adventures, he managed to gather enough gold to buy one. Though, he had to wait, until the party arrived into a big city.
Dm: So what you gonna do fellas? Mage (me) (OOC): Finally! I. MUST. HAVE. An alchemy box! Warlock: Allright my friend, I’ll go with you to avoid thieves. *Note: My character always failed perception checks against pickpocketers, somewhat the warlock were quite effective…mostly. Warrior: I’ll go too, just in case. — In short: The trio found a shopkeeper, who not only sales alchemy-box, but a quite valuable one, for a reasonable price. With the help of the rogue (good charisma rolls), his dreams came true. The shopkeeper also gave him a manual. — Mage: THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY FRIENDS! Warrior: You’re welcome. Warlock: So heading for the inn? I hope the others managed the book a room or two for us. Mage: Indeed! Let’s not waste the time! — Some time later, the party decided to go shopping and looking for a quest/job, but my character was too excited. He decided to read the manual, and try his alchemy skills. Few hour later the party returned to the street, where the inn located. Of course, the Dm asked me to roll a lot of skill-check. I did not fail, but there was a lot of “almost” success. — Dm: Allright, Perception check for everyone! *Everyone rolled good.* In short, you see some smoke comes out from the window of the room, you just booked. Sorceress: *In the voice of disbelief* Is that…our room? The window… of the room… we booked? Warlock: *With somewhat proud and sly voice.* Ah! It seems our mage just discovered the fine little details between the theory and the practice in the Alchemy. Mage: *From the window.* HURRAY! *coughing* SUCCESS! War-priestess: If my clothes got smoky, I’m gonna break his legs!
a prompt mayhaps: Viktor is a big-time lingerie designer and Yuuri is a model ;)
finally getting around to this one! s/o to everyone on discord who aided and abetted ;)
In retrospect, it really should have been more obvious. After all, the brand’s name was Secrets by V, for crying out loud.
But at the time of their first meeting, Yuuri had been nothing but nervous. It had been his first shoot as a History Maker – the industry nickname for the beautiful, sexy models of all genders who advertised Secrets by V’s ultra-luxe lingerie. The new campaign that season was fairytale and true love-themed, to better highlight the romantic details on the new Stammi Vicino line. Yuuri had rushed in late that morning, no thanks to the traffic, and then watched as two female models posed together in each other’s arms, clad in coordinated bra and panty sets with wings on their shoulders.
(He’s still not sure how he managed to join their ranks. He’s just too mild-mannered and plain – too Clark Kent, no Superman.)
“Are you looking for something?” someone asked, and Yuuri turned to see the most beautiful man looking at him curiously. His silver fringe was falling into one of his icy blue eyes and he was clad in a simple navy suit, clutching a tray of coffee.
“Y-Yeah!” Yuuri stammered. “I’m the new model? Yuuri Katsuki?”
The man hummed, consulted a clipboard, and nodded, pointing to a door to the side. “Go through there and they’ll get you ready for the shoot.”
Yuuri nodded, his throat feeling more and more like sandpaper the longer he stood there and watched this man scrutinise him. “Th-Thanks,” he said, feeling his face redden. “Are you – do you work here?”
The man raised an eyebrow and nodded.
“Are you in charge of this shoot?” wondered Yuuri.
The man laughed, shaking his head. “No, I’m just watching.”
“So you’re an intern?”
The man’s eyes widened briefly, but he quickly recovered and nodded, laughing. “You could say that,” he said. “I’m Viktor.”
“Yuuri,” said Yuuri, and lost himself in the brilliance of Viktor’s smile as he shook his hand.
“The legend of Anarkali – the beautiful courtesan who seduced the Mughal Prince Saleem only to be entombed alive in a wall for her transgression by Salim’s father, Emperor Akbar. The history of Anarkali, that heaving, bustling maze of congested streets and tiny shops located outside the Lohari Gate, can be traced back to colonial times.
Lahore’s oldest surviving bazaar was once the center of culture and style; and remains a popular shopping destination even today… Vibrant and chaotic, Anarkali Bazaar embodies Lahore’s spirit of grandeur, contradictions and co-existence. Amongst shops selling everything from stationery to hand embroidered khussas to fresh nimbo paani, you’ll spot architectural styles derived from the various eras to have shaped the city’s cultural ethos – from Mughal to Sikh to British” -Destinations Magazine