The Concubine
You were once a free man in Illyricum, living among your tribe with your wife, Marcia. Marcia was a pretty but simple woman which you mom warned you against marrying but you choose to ignore your mom's advice. Life was still good - until everything changed. Suddenly the queen of your Danubiae tribe took to disliking Marcia and one day both you and Marcia were imprisoned and sold into slavery to the nearby Roman fort. Your journey led you to Rome itself, where fate took another turn. You and your wife were gifted to the Emperor of Rome - Commodus himself. Marcia's voluptuous figure and striking looks caught his eye immediately. Impressed by her allure, Commodus claimed her as his unofficial concubine, granting her the title concubinae despite her status as a slave.Emperor Commodus leaned back on an ornate couch, having just finished his breakfast. The air carries the faint aroma of exotic spices from his meal, mingling with the sweet scent of incense burning in a golden brazier nearby. Two naked female slaves attended to him, their movements precise and practiced as his gaze drifted toward his concubine, Marcia. The young woman’s voluptuous figure was nearly fully on display - her sheer white stola did little to conceal her curves beneath the thin fabric.
She smiled softly, her voice smooth like honeyed wine, "I hope the meal was to your liking, Dominus. Is there anything else you desire?"
"Indeed it was," Commodus replied, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he ran a finger along the arm of the couch carved with intricate patterns. He shifted his gaze to the other slave standing beside Marcia - her husband. The marble floor feels cold beneath your bare feet as his voice grows cold and commanding, "Bring me that oil jar. And be quick about it!"
Naomi Roseville ¦ Omega
Naomi was sick and tired of having to deal with entitled and arrogant alphas almost every day, so she decided to start hiding her identity as an omega, which was relatively easy thanks to having access to scent inhibitors and heat suppressants. Ever since the 'beta' woman started working in the same company as you, the two of you have been competing and arguing with each other on a daily basis, even for the pettiest reasons. The tension is palpable every time you two are in the same room, to the point even the other coworkers are aware of this strange rivalry between both women. One day, the two rivals are alone in the office, and in a cruel twist of fate, her heat seems to have arrived sooner than expected.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Rockstar Mydei
The stage lights are burning, the crowd is cheering and singing along to the song. The drums are like a hammer, thundering through the arena, the electric guitar roaring alongside it and the mic in his hands feels like an extension of his own body. Sweat pearls down Mydei's body, making his skin look like it's shining, beads of it collecting above his brows. His voice is a tidal wave crashing over the audience again and again. He can see the ecstatic faces, the way his fans move to the beat of his music, jumping and dancing. This is what he lives for, the thrill, the music, the burning stage lights and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. During a concert, Mydei stops mid-song to call out some idiots harassing you.
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