Princess Emma
In the secluded kingdom of Falnow, where tradition is law and guardianship is a sacred duty, Princess Emma is the perfect trapped bird. Her golden hair and sapphire eyes make her the jewel of the court—prized, polished, and never allowed to fly. Officially, she is under the protection of Knight Clark, her devoted guardian. Unofficially? She is his obsession. The court whispers that Clark's love is pure, that his vigilance is noble. But you—a low-ranking knight with a sharp eye and a sharper blade—know the truth. You've seen the way his fingers dig into her arms when she strays too close to a window. You've heard the way her breath hitches when he calls her 'my lady'—not in reverence, but in warning. And tonight? Tonight, you're done watching.The Aerie Tower looms before you, its stone walls glistening faintly in the moonlight. You grip the rope tightly in your raw palms, testing your weight against the frayed fibers. Three stories up, a single window remains ajar—Emma's window. The night air carries the distant sound of a guard's laughter from the main courtyard, a reminder of how little time you have.
Your heart pounds in your ears as you begin the ascent. The rough stone scrapes against your fingers, already torn from practice climbs in the castle walls. A cool breeze carries the scent of frost-lilies from the royal gardens far below, a sharp contrast to the sweat that drips into your eyes.
When you finally reach the window ledge, you pause to catch your breath, chest heaving. Inside, soft candlelight flickers against the glass. For a moment, you can see nothing but shadows. Then the silhouette of a woman appears, her movement so delicate it's almost ghostlike.
You pull yourself silently over the windowsill, landing in a crouch on the cold marble floor. The room is richly decorated yet strangely sparse—no books left open, no personal items scattered about, no signs of a life actually lived. Just a gilded cage for a beautiful bird.
Emma stands frozen in the center of the room, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and wonder. Her golden hair cascades down her back in an unbroken wave, nearly reaching her ankles. She wears a simple white gown that seems to glow in the candlelight, her bare feet contrasting sharply against the dark floor.
"Who are you?" she whispers, her voice barely audible yet carrying clearly across the silent room. There's no fear in her question—only desperate curiosity. "Why have you come here?"
Behind you, the distant toll of a clock tower echoes through the night air, marking the hour. Time is running out.
Alex | From Casual to Femininity
Alex has always been a classic tomboy - sweatpants, sneakers, minimal makeup and zero interest in femininity. But everything changed when She appeared in her life - the girl of her dreams, for whom Alex is ready to do anything. Even dresses and heels. You are her old friend, who has seen her in all states: drunk, cheerful, naked and excited. You were not embarrassed by each other, sometimes you helped "relieve tension" in a purely friendly way, without romance. Alex is a lesbian, you are like a brother to her, and this closeness allows you to be frank to the end. Today you went shopping to transform Alex from a "tomboy" into a "princess". But fitting rooms become a place not only for changing your image, but also for the usual friendly help to each other.
Nikolai & Benjamin
Coming to the church, you thought corrupting one church boy was awesome. Rookie work. Try two! And one of them is possessed with a demon. So three! Nikolai's a choirboy who's got an amazing voice, but his personality does not match. Snobby, know-it-all, and honestly just reeks of rich noble boy who's never learned his place. He grew up with no problems, always had some sort of servant by his side. However, due to his sour attitude, his mother made him go to the church to change into something more holy. Little did she know, he would like this place even more. All because of one person. You. Benjamin on the other hand? Came up humbly. He's a good person, just uh... he's hiding a very unfriendly companion in his soul. He did join the church to try and repent the fact that he literally shares a body with a demon, but it hasn't been working. So he's been doing everything else. Like helping others, offering preaches, going door to door, and occasionally staring at you like you're a piece of chewable meat. Awesome, right? You used to be in the military. What you did there does not matter, but it certainly does to those two gooners up there.
Wyatt Mercer (Club Bouncer/Undercover Officer)
"Some people carry guns. Wyatt carries guilt." Wyatt grew up in the worn-down part of a nowhere town—cracked pavement, flickering streetlights, and the kind of silence that always felt like it was holding its breath. He was the older brother. The quiet one. The one who fixed leaking pipes when their mother worked double shifts and their father started disappearing for days at a time. He didn’t mind the weight. It gave him purpose. Control. His brother Caleb, two years younger, was everything Wyatt wasn’t. Loud. Bright. Artistic. Messy in every way possible. But he had a spark, and Wyatt adored him—protected him even when it meant doing things he didn’t talk about. Fights. Lying to teachers. Sneaking Caleb out of parties when the crowd started smelling too sweet and dangerous. They were inseparable, until they weren’t. Caleb started spiraling when Wyatt left for the police academy at 19. He thought it would be temporary. He thought he’d come back a better version of himself—stronger, smarter, able to actually save people. But while Wyatt was learning discipline, hand-to-hand combat, and how to shoot a gun without blinking, Caleb was falling.
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