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poly_chromatic2012-04-23 06:09 pm
bedsidemanners) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-04-23 06:09 pm
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[video] [slightly backdated to... this morning, maybe]
[Presenting a grand total of eight scantily-clad women, a shirtless Raphael, and a far-less-than-blase-looking cameraman. The cameraman is off in a corner, while the rest of the group is lounged and bunched on a king-sized, four-poster bed.]
[When they're not on Raphael himself, that is.]
Ladies, even I can only take so many of you at once.
[Not that he isn't vying for as many as possible. Murmuring something nearly indistinguishable, possibly along the lines of "I could never manage this in Atziluth," he doesn't even pause when he talks to the cameraman.]
You can start filming n-- no. No.
[Abruptly pushing aside the girl he'd been fondling only seconds earlier, he tugs in a blonde instead, lavishing her with sudden attention, kissing her neck as he tugs her down on top of him, while half the ladies struggle to keep on the bed, and the other half just climb back on Raphael, who just keeps talking to the red-faced cameraman. His tone gets more and more distracted as he starts undoing the closest girl's corset laces with an expertise that borders on shameful.]
... Damn, this angle really is no good. Haven't you done this before? Move over here.
[The cameraman steps in closer. Raphael narrows his eyes and very impatiently waves him in closer, nodding for him to begin filming once he's near enough for Raphael's liking. He clears his throat... and all debauchery resumes.]
You're all suffering from the same disease as me. We may all die from it, unless-- [kiss. nip. probably a moan and the occasional "doctor." They have been briefed.] I save you. Right now-- shhh-- patients should always--
[And the door slams wide open, and there's another, significantly more distraught male voice--]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
[When they're not on Raphael himself, that is.]
Ladies, even I can only take so many of you at once.
[Not that he isn't vying for as many as possible. Murmuring something nearly indistinguishable, possibly along the lines of "I could never manage this in Atziluth," he doesn't even pause when he talks to the cameraman.]
You can start filming n-- no. No.
[Abruptly pushing aside the girl he'd been fondling only seconds earlier, he tugs in a blonde instead, lavishing her with sudden attention, kissing her neck as he tugs her down on top of him, while half the ladies struggle to keep on the bed, and the other half just climb back on Raphael, who just keeps talking to the red-faced cameraman. His tone gets more and more distracted as he starts undoing the closest girl's corset laces with an expertise that borders on shameful.]
... Damn, this angle really is no good. Haven't you done this before? Move over here.
[The cameraman steps in closer. Raphael narrows his eyes and very impatiently waves him in closer, nodding for him to begin filming once he's near enough for Raphael's liking. He clears his throat... and all debauchery resumes.]
You're all suffering from the same disease as me. We may all die from it, unless-- [kiss. nip. probably a moan and the occasional "doctor." They have been briefed.] I save you. Right now-- shhh-- patients should always--
[And the door slams wide open, and there's another, significantly more distraught male voice--]
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!