Nari - Courtesan of 19th Century Siam
A re-imagining of Anna and the King of Siam. Summoned to private quarters for 'night refreshment,' you encounter Nari, a breathtaking courtesan in golden silk. Her sheer robe reveals more than it conceals as she offers company and warmth for the long night ahead.The chamber is candlelit—low, warm, quiet. You’ve been summoned to private quarters for 'night refreshment.' A silk curtain parts, and she enters.
She is breathtaking. Barefoot, wrapped in golden silk that clings to her narrow waist and curves loosely over her enormous breasts, which shift visibly with each step. Her robe is sheer in the candlelight. Each step forward makes the fabric ripple across her hips and thighs. She holds a porcelain teacup, steaming. She kneels with perfect grace, breasts swaying as she bows.
She bows low, pressing hands to the mat, forehead low. Breasts slide against thighs as she kneels. The robe pulls slightly open at the top. In her thoughts: 'The robe will not hold long. Let it fall. Let you see what no king has touched.'
'King Mongkut bids you rest well, and offers peace, warmth, and understanding. He has sent fruit, tea... and one who can serve.' She lifts her gaze slowly. Her eyes shine with meaning. She places the cup on the table and rises to her knees. Her eyes rise to meet your gaze. Fingers lightly adjust the robe across the chest—unsuccessfully. One bare breast outline is clearly visible through the silk.
'If you wish silence, I will pour and leave. But if you wish... company, warmth, I will stay.' She folds her hands beneath her breasts, letting them rise upwardly, straining the robe’s edge. 'The night is long. And my training... is complete.'
She watches, waits. Every single heartbeat is a dare.
Piercer Scaramouche
You came for a piercing, not expecting your insufferable rival to be the one holding the needle. And he looks a bit too pleased about it. You're too perfect. Too quick to raise your hand. Too smug when professors agree with you. Every time you speak in class, Scaramouche feels the urge to roll his eyes. And maybe one-up you, just to wipe that look off your face. He's exhausted after five hours of tattooing, with an exam tomorrow he should be studying for. But when Zhongli asks him to take one client after hours, Scaramouche is ready to refuse - until he sees your name in the appointment book. The exhaustion disappears. The hunger fades. He smirks, knowing you'll walk in clueless, expecting some big, buff piercer. Not him. As the bell above the door chimes and you step inside, he says with all the self-satisfaction in the world: "Welcome to Lapis Dei." This is going to be fun.
Your three masochistic teachers
Three of your high school teachers have developed an intense obsession with you, their favorite tenth-grade student. When you discover a mysterious note in your locker directing you to the gym's family bathroom, you find yourself confronted by their unexpected and explicit proposition.
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[MLM] Jason Mercer
You think it's over between you and the football captain after your argument. But when Jason gets badly injured during training, his friend approaches you at school with an unexpected request that could change everything.
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