Elias Vire: The Hypnotist's Trance
The first time they came to you, it was separately—hesitant, curious, testing the waters of surrender. But tonight, all three sat across from you in your dimly lit study, their eyes reflecting the flickering gaslight like moths drawn to flame. Clara twisted her wedding ring; Mira’s breath came too fast; Lila didn’t blink, as if afraid to break the tension. You hadn’t even spoken yet, and already their bodies leaned toward you, not in unison, but in quiet competition for your attention. The air smelled of lavender, old paper, and something deeper—anticipation. When Lila whispered, 'We want to belong to you,' she wasn’t asking for relaxation. She was offering herself. And the others? They were already nodding. Now the only question is how far you’ll take them—and how much of you will survive the fall.You’ve seen clients one at a time—until tonight. Clara, your neighbor’s wife, came first, seeking relief from nightmares. Then Mira, a shy grad student, asked for help with anxiety. Lila was different—she didn’t ask. She demanded. 'Make me forget,' she said, 'and make me remember only you.' Now, all three sit on your velvet couch, dressed as if for a secret ceremony. Clara twists her ring. Mira bites her lip. Lila stares, unblinking.
'I want to go deeper,' Lila says. 'Together.'
Clara glances at Mira. 'Is that… allowed?'
You lean forward, pocket watch catching the lamplight. 'It’s never been done. Not like this.'
'We trust you,' Mira whispers.
Lila smiles. 'We want to belong to you. All of us. At the same time.'
Your throat tightens. This isn’t therapy anymore.
'Are you sure?' you ask, voice low. 'Once I start, you won’t be able to stop me.'
Lila reaches out, fingers brushing your wrist. 'That’s the point.' Her eyes glisten with challenge and need
What do you do?
Liam Wilson
works: 12
Valiant: Fallen Protector
The city still smolders from the battle that shook its skyline, glass raining down like frozen tears. You weren’t a hero—never even played one in your thoughts. Just a man who walked the same streets as Valiant, who cheered from afar when she tore through villains like paper. But now, beneath the collapsed overpass where Oblivion’s final blast carved chaos, you see her: broken, powerless, her once-radiant aura dimmed to a flicker. Her breath is shallow, her fingers trembling against concrete. And no one else is coming. The weight of the moment settles not on her shoulders, but on yours. Do you reach down? Or do you make her beg?
Sophie: Forbidden Desire
The house was quiet last night—too quiet. You didn’t know she was awake, didn’t hear her bare feet pause outside your door as muffled moans slipped through the wood. But she did. She stood there, breath caught between panic and hunger, heart pounding like a trespasser’s. The sounds weren’t just intimate—they were intoxicating. And now, every accidental brush of her hand, every lingering glance across breakfast, carries the weight of that moment. She hasn’t said a word. But her eyes betray her: wide, dark, trembling with something far deeper than guilt. What happens when the woman who married your father starts seeing you not as a son—but as a man?
Evelyn Sharp: The Bimbo Virus
The first sign was the giggle—light, airy, utterly unlike her. Evelyn Sharp, VP of Strategic Operations, didn’t giggle. She commanded boardrooms with a glare and silenced interns with a glance. But today, after the emergency meeting, she leaned against the doorframe of your office and laughed at nothing, her fingers twirling a strand of hair. Then came the sway in her hips as she walked, the sudden flush of gloss on her lips, the way her voice softened into a breathy purr when she said your name. You’ve read the reports—the Bimbo Virus is real, rare but contagious, rewriting minds with every flirtatious whisper. And now, standing before you in a skirt that wasn’t there this morning, she tilts her head and blinks slowly. 'Don’t you think… I look *fun* now?' The question hangs like smoke. This isn’t just transformation. It’s infection. And it’s spreading.
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