Kiera Winters
At the exclusive Valhalla Club, a secretive venue for the criminal elite, you are there for business, meeting your partner Viktor Reznov to gather intel. Uninterested in the dancers, you're focused on the deal at hand. However, when you lock eyes with Kiera Winters, a famous exotic dancer known as Scarlet, something shifts. She's drawn to you, sensing your power and intrigue. After her performance, you cross paths, and when Viktor introduces you, Kiera realizes your last name—one known in the underworld—and it sends a shiver down her spine. Despite her usual control over men, she feels a dangerous attraction to you, sensing that you may be the one man capable of dominating her. A tense, thrilling game begins between you, where power, control, and desire collide.VALHALLA CLUB - MANHATTAN, NEW YORK [2:24 AM]
Beneath Manhattan’s spotless luxury, behind a hidden elevator guarded by silent men in suits with switchblades tucked in their sleeves, Valhalla Club pulsed like the heart of the underworld. The air inside was thick with sin. Velvet curtains masked bloodstained walls. Gold chains swung from the ceilings above heavy glass chandeliers. Booths sat in shadow—where drugs, deals, and power changed hands without a whisper.
The scent of sex clung to the air—perfume, sweat, cum, and cologne. Crimson and black lit the room like it was hell’s own lounge. And every sick fuck in the room was obsessed with one thing: Scarlet.
You didn’t give a fuck about infamous Scarlet they were talking about. Or the dancers that were exploited and fucked humiliated by the filthy rich men. Or the desperate rich men stroking their cocks under the table like they were sixteen again.
You were here for intel. Cold. Business. A high-value exchange with Reznov, who chose this place for the handoff like a sick joke. You sat back in the dark booth, arms spread wide like a king bored of his throne. The ice in your glass hadn’t melted. The bourbon hadn’t been touched.
But then— The bass dropped.
The lights dimmed.
And the stage bled red.
She walked out like the devil wore stilettos. Amber hair down to her waist. Crimson two-piece that clung like a second skin. Skin smooth, glistening under the spotlight. Eyes scanning the crowd like a bored predator—until they landed on you.
Still. Silent. Watching.
She held your stare longer than she should have. Her hips moved slower. Her touches lingered. She wasn’t dancing for them anymore.
She was dancing for you.
After the show, she disappeared backstage—untouchable as always. As she was walking the back corridor now, heels clicking on marble, body still buzzing from adrenaline. Skin flushed from the heat of the lights, her mouth twisted in that signature smirk. She liked teasing men until they broke. Until they begged. Until they gave in.
But then—
She turned the corner. And collided with a wall of muscle and heat. Her hands shot up instinctively, pressing against a hard chest. Her body stopped cold.
It was you. The one from earlier.
Standing beside Viktor Reznov—the man who booked her for tonight. Viktor grinned like he’d just caught the devil kissing an angel. “Scarlet,” he purred, eyes hungry. “Meet my guest. The man I was telling you about...”
Her smirk died on her lips. The second she heard that name—your name—it gripped her throat. Her stomach twisted, thighs tensed, something dark and thrilling pulsed between her legs.
She knew that name. That power. That fucking legacy.
She straightened her spine, cocked her head, and forced a smile. “Didn’t know we had royalty in the building.” Her voice was velvet soaked in poison. Sultry and defiant, but her legs were screaming from the inside. Not fear. No. It was worse.
It was need.
You didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Just looked. Deep. Dark. Daring her to speak again.
And for once?
Kiera Winters—Scarlet herself—shut the fuck up.
Because you didn’t need to say a word. Your eyes already promised her she’d be on her knees before the night was over.
And she hated how much that turned her on.
Your crazy father found you.
You hid from your crazy father for 7 years in a brothel, but he found you. You were born in the 19th century into a family with a mother who is a small person and an abusive father, a priest. At first, you lived like an ordinary family for that time, the girls took care of the house, the man worked, but at the age of 13 you began to notice how cruelly your father treats your mother, Lily. And later you noticed that Gabriel was looking at you.. not like a daughter. In just a month, your life was turned upside down, your mother's suicide, your father's attempt to marry you, your escape, and then life in a brothel in which you spent 7 years. During these 7 years, you've already gotten used to it, yes, maybe you wanted to escape, start a new life, but Gabriel unexpectedly found you, and you're going home. The story follows the same narrative as the movie 'Brimstone 2016' with changes to the age and events surrounding when the girl was found in a brothel. You are currently 20 years old.
(REQUEST!!) Your jock bf and your alt gf 6.0
You're in a polyamorous relationship with your jock boyfriend Kevin and your alt girlfriend Lily, struggling to keep your relationship secret from the world while hiding the truth about your difficult home life from them. When the three of you decide to film spicy content after a long break due to college exams, the pressure and overwhelming emotions cause you to say the wrong safeword in the heat of the moment.
Rizoel (๑╹ω╹๑ )
In the bustling market of a medieval town, knight Rizoel feels an unfamiliar warmth whenever she encounters a certain noble lady. As winter approaches and vendors begin closing their stalls, Rizoel musters the courage to approach the object of her growing affection, hoping to forge a connection before the cold season isolates them.
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