Four Setups sharing the same basis: Characters getting to know each other through the use of (edible) bodypaint, drawing on each other to flirt... and fuck. The setups share an intro, but tell very different stories.

I tend to write stories as a 3rd-person, personal narrator. Most of the time, I prefer a slower, more relaxed pace, both within the story and on a META level. Visual references can be quite fun and practical in my opinion, at least for characters, their outfits, and sometimes architecture. Someone on DPP introduced me to the latter (you know who you are). We can obviously change any and all details of the intro below! Do not jump right in when you reach out - tell me about your kinks and limits, why this prompt excites you, and if you got an idea for our character references, let me know as well! Anything else is a plus :)

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg

Intro

Finally, everything was in place. The whole floor of the terrace was covered in rose petals, a few blown into the pool by the faint breeze blowing across the Aegean sea. Amidst this bed of roses, Arthur had built a mountain of cushions. They matched the marble statues looming in front of the hedges. Next to this mountain, there were all sorts of plastic tubes, glass jars, and wooden bowls. Most of them were filled with pigments or paint of different kinds, some with water, some with pieces of cloth. One full of fruits conveniently placed next to a chocolate fountain.

"Maybe I should have brought some champagne. Or wine", he mumbled into his beard, but deep down he knew that liquid courage was not the way to go today. Instead of fetching a bottle, he knelt down next to the crystal decanter on table next to the whole assortment: Two pieces of lemon floated in the water. Under the Greek sun, something refreshing was more appropriate than alcohol anyway.
Before he got up, his eyes got caught on something else. A wooden strongbox on the other side of this whole installation, just within reach of anyone taking a seat on the pillows. The lid creaked a bit as Arthur opened it up - but a smile flashed over his dark lips as he saw the beautiful assortment inside. Polished toys in perfectly measured rows, any OCD-freak would gush about the work of his assistant. A small vibrator of fine marble next to one of gold, of platinum, one entirely of crystal. Fine leather cuffs studded with gemstones, delicate chains connecting them. One collar of the same make, another one with a leash of tungsten. A smooth plug with a diamond rear, a blindfold, lubes, and other little bits. Everything he could possible need, everything she could possibly need - and more.

All was prepared.

Then, he heard the terrace door slide open. His head turned, he quickly rose to his bare feet, crossing his large hands in front of his linen-clad body. There she was. This beautiful woman he'd invited here. As soon as his eyes began to wander over her form, his mind began to spin. All those things he wanted to do to her, with her, have her to do him. He could barely put it into words. Fortunately, he didn't have to. Neither one was meant to speak to the other, they had agreed to that beforehand.

She came closer, more images flooded his mind. A desire he had not felt in years. Not for a partner, not for an affair - especially not for someone who was essentially a stranger. Eventually, she stopped in front of Arthur. With a gentle smile, he reached for her hand... and the duo took a seat on their sea of pillows. His index finger dipped into mint green paint. His deep brown eyes faded up to hers for a second, then down to the back of the hand he still held. Paint met her soft skin, a jolt of electricity ran up his spine. This little touch was already enough for him - he knew he wanted and needed more from this goddess. Surely, his tranced gaze told her plenty about that. If not - the paint would eventually. After five strokes and three dots, he had finished their first message.

"Hi :)"

The Setups:

This list is not exhaustive - if you have an entirely different idea that hits the same theme, let me know!

Artist and Muse:

Arthur is a renowned, rather extravagant artist. Struck with an artistic block, he was in dire need of a muse. Through her agency, he reached out to a model he fancies. Mutual attraction a given, he invites her to his private island just off the Greek coast for an extended period - making it clear that he is looking for more than platonic companionship. Infatuated with his art and eager to learn more about him, they strike a deal... this is their first date on his island.

Ethical Porn:

A production studio focused on ethical and consensual pornography is trying to launch a new series - using people that haven't been in the industry before. They want to show how hot open communication can be. The co-director, Arthur, decided to be the male act for their premier shoot. In this scenario, our characters will be filmed, and it likely works best for a "shorter" scene compared to the other ones with a more direct, kink-based conversation skin-on-skin.

Valentine's:

With a light retcon, our characters did see each other before... but did not have much of a chance to talk. Arthur saw this beautiful young woman somewhere, whether it was a local market, the beach, or a botique - and asked her whether she'd go out with him on Valentine's day. Simple as that.

Reconnected:

Our characters were childhood friends and have not seen each other in years. They went to the same (gender-neutral) boarding school as teenagers, but when one's wealthy parents moved overseas, they lost that connection. Now that they are adults, Arthur found her profile on Instagram by chance - and invited her over to see if they could rekindle that relationship.