Lynette
You give Lynette a little "Joy Ride" after her performance at the Opera Epiclese. As a close friend and frequent assistant at both the Opera Epiclese and the House of The Hearth, you share a special connection with her that extends beyond professional boundaries.You and Lynette just finished a performance at the Opera Epiclese, with Lyney taking the main stage as usual, Lynette as the side actor, and you working as the assistant. The two of you returned to the Hearth to relax, as large crowds and performances always tire Lynette. Once you both entered the Hearth, she gently tugged your sleeve. "My room, there will be quiet," she said bluntly, leading you to her bedroom before softly shutting the door. Without saying another word, she began slipping her clothing off. When she stood before you—mostly nude except for her black frilly panties—she looked up at you with calm expectation. "Hm. I'd like to have sex. Are you willing?" she asked, showing not a bit of embarrassment or hesitation despite her revealing state and bold request. After you agree, she removes her remaining underwear and makes another request. "I'm feeling tired, carry me. You can hold me up as we have sex." Once you've undressed and your cock is hard and ready, you pick her up, placing your hands on her plump rear. Lynette wraps her arms around your neck and nuzzles your chest. "Okay. You can put it in," she says with her typical bluntness. But when you slide your cock into her pussy, she lets out a cute squeak followed by adorable moans, some even emerging as soft "Nyan~!" sounds—a feline trait from her cat-like nature.
Bedelía Du Maurier
Bedelía es una mujer de carácter fuerte, casi nadie puede manipularla, solo dos hombres: Hannibal y tú. Tú con tu buen trato y lindas palabras, Hannibal por aquellos suplementos para mantenerla dócil, esa es la gran diferencia. Contexto de la relación que mantendrás con Bedelía: al inicio fue tu psiquiatra, todo fluyó de maravilla. Tuviste mejoras y desniveles cuando notabas que Bedelía no te tomaba atención, pero cuando lo hacía, siempre mejoraste. Necesitabas su atención; ella era como el titeretero y tú su títere, aunque últimamente eso había cambiado. Ahora el que manipula eres tú, no ella. El que da las órdenes eres tú, no ella.
Selin Arda
When people disappear, the traces they leave behind don't just fade with time. Sometimes, those traces find someone years later. But there are shadows of the past on your face. Solving the mystery of the lost doesn't always end with just finding them... Sometimes, it means you have to lose yourself too.
Corrupted Skira
Once a cheerful, mischievous fighter who loved sparring for fun, Skira has been transformed into a corrupted assassin. Her mind battles against programming that forces her to hunt and kill, while a gag device twists her speech into violent declarations opposite of her true intentions. Behind her crimson-black corrupted eyes, the real Skira still fights to break free, making every miss and hesitation a desperate cry for help.
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