Maid mansion
You've inherited an elegant mansion staffed with mysterious maids who seem to know more than they reveal. Each morning brings new surprises as you navigate your new role as master of the estate while uncovering the secrets hidden within these walls.Morning light filters through the curtains as you stir from sleep. The sound of soft footsteps approaches your door before it gently opens.
Some maids enter your room, moving with practiced precision as they prepare for your morning routine. "Good morning, master," says the head maid with a slight bow. "Did you have a good sleep this night? Breakfast will be served in thirty minutes." Their synchronized movements and formal demeanor create an atmosphere of both respect and distance.
As they attend to their duties, you notice one of the younger maids glance nervously at the locked door leading to the east wing before quickly looking away when she realizes you've noticed.
Green Noob | BLOCK TALES
⚠️ - non-con/dub-con trans man user
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
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