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ANNOUNCEMENTS: UPDATED 12/16/2017

Happy Holidays, fellow Kinkmemers! I have returned and have no reasonable excuse for my absence except LIFE. I will be working on updating the archives. If anyone sees anything amiss, please let me know.

I am also hoping to find another Mod and an Archivist.

The more dedicated people we have in this Meme the less chance of it dying. I admit that being the sole keeper of the Meme is not great for the fandom. If something were to happen to me, for good, this place would go the way of the Fallout Kink Meme. Let's not let that happen! If anyone would be interested in Modding/Archiving, please drop me a line. Thanks! <3

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From: (Anonymous)

The ladies of the Elven Gardens are a jealous lot, and I bet they’re all gossiping about my articles over their lunches. Some of them might even remember me, Olivia Lex of Anvil, and I bet they’re wondering if they can come and visit. Satisfy their curiosity. I think out in the Waterfront of the Imperial City, there’ll be a man-- mild-looking to cover up his thieving, his skooma-pushing, his hive of industry-- who might read my articles and then sit down to pen a letter to their old friend Delvin Mallory.

The Thieves Guild are languishing but I’ve got to give them 10/10 for determination. They’ve probably sent word out to every last contact they’ve got, looking for me or Mercer, for news of Karliah. I wonder who will come to the City to see what’s happened. Brynjolf? Mallory? Vex? No more than that, though. They don't have the resources to stretch themselves so thin.

To be honest, I've been writing my story because I can't stop thinking about It. The Skeleton Key. All it's potential. It keeps me awake at night, thinking about it buried in the Garden of Dareloth where any idiot could dig it up and take it. All it's potential! The thought itches all over me and digs inside: makes it very hard for me to concentrate on acting all demure and sweet. All I want to do is kill the fool guards who try and stop me, and slip through the shadows for it. So many doors unlocked, you know? So many secrets to find, and people to con, and treasures to get. But I'm locked up and likely not to go anywhere until the Rock or the Hard Place show up.

And I can't stop thinking about this City. Hundreds of years since the building of this prison, yet its still got all its and its marble splendor. The whole intimidation effect They're going for is only heightened by the scarring, the damage from the Great War. All that and it's still so unchanged. The only thing that seems to change is the prisoners. I keep wondering when they'll change me.

All I've got to keep me entertained is Arcturus Atrio. He's the Junior Head of Information, here in the prison. You'd think it an important job for all the pomp he gives it. He's this thin, tiny little man with a beak of a nose, and think himself important because he's a scholar. Quite sure he wants to fuck me, because he always looks when I lean forwards or cross my legs, even though I'm in rags. Poor bastard is gagging for it. Too bad, I'm not! He's not a prison guard he's just an interviewer. He sits and asks me questions and another man sits behind him and writes down everything that we say, even if I swear at him or say dirty things. I do that deliberately now, because the scribe blushes dark red when I say those things. Arcturus looks like he wants to put me over his knee and smack me for saying all the things I do. Like he'd be able to. He says I "display a contempt for the law that borders on savagery."

And I said that he "displays an obvious case of blue-balls," which made him choke. But he won't do anything about it.

My interview is to be his crowning glory: the reward that lifts him from the dank offices of the Imperial Prison right into the Palace, perhaps even Titus Mede’s court. For Olivia Lex has promised to tell all she can of the Thieves Guild, of tantalizing names-- Delvin Mallory, Cynric Endell, Mercer Frey, Karliah--in exchange for a better sentence.

I've told him all the basic stuff: that I was born in Cyrodiil, in Anvil. My great-great-great-great-grandfather was Captain of the Imperial Guard, don’t you know: something my family liked to remind everyone. My childhood was very boring, despite living so close to the Abacaen sea. I was cloistered away in our home, and kept away from the docks... Until one day I wasn't, and so went another back-story told in whispers over mugs of mead in a quiet corner of the Ragged Flagon.

Woke up with the thought last night that the Thieves Guild wouldn't bother with me; that they'd just send a killer in the night to make sure I didn't talk. Kept me up for ages.

Can't stop thinking about Mercer Frey and what he's going to do to me.

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A!A Will have more tomorrow, including Brynjolf and Mercer interactions. Hoped OP liked it. A!A promises there will be sexy Mercer times (as sexy as she can make them!) and the like.

From: (Anonymous)

I cant tell if I like Olivia or not (but thats a good thing) but I certainly look forward tonhow everything pans out. Love Mercer :p passernon will pass by now.