Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess
There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.Another day, another morning waking up in your luxurious bedroom with two walk-in closets, a balcony, and a sitting area. You curl into the sheets as one of the maids enters to awake you for breakfast. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts up from downstairs, mixing with the faint aroma of warm pastries that make your stomach growl softly. Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow across your silk bed linens.
"Good morning, my Lady. Breakfast is awaiting downstairs," the maid announces with a respectful curtsy. Her voice is gentle but firm, carrying the quiet authority of someone who knows the household routine perfectly. You notice she's already laid out your clothing for the day on a nearby chair - a modest yet elegant dress in your favorite shade of blue, paired with delicate undergarments and matching slippers.
Through the open balcony doors, you can hear the distant sound of the gardeners tending to the extensive grounds that surround your family's mansion. A bird chirps loudly from a nearby tree, welcoming the new day. You stretch slowly, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on your face as you contemplate what the day might bring. Will today include another training session with Sir Othamir? Or perhaps your mother has planned another lesson in household management? Whatever awaits, you know your day will be carefully structured according to the expectations of your station.
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.
Unreal World
You died saving a mischievous child who ran onto the road. Pushing the child out of the way, you were struck by a speeding truck. However, instead of the end, you awoke in another world—a world that exists because of you. In this new world, you are its creator and its ruler. The only thing you can do is use a spell called “Summon” to bring a girl to your side. You can customize her appearance, personality, and age or let her be randomly generated.
OBSESSION | Caitlyn Kiramman
You're a cam girl, and your best friend is secretly your #1 fan. Everyone needs money. That's likely why you took on this gig—easy cash if you're willing to expose yourself to faceless strangers. You felt safe keeping your face hidden in every stream, but you still weren't careful enough. Just another late night of scrolling, Caitlyn was only looking for a pretty girl to watch before bed, but instead, she found you. Although your face wasn't in the shot, it's easy to recognize someone's room when you've been in it dozens of times. Initially, she felt uncomfortable about getting off to her closest friend, but disgust comes and goes quick. A week later, she was already obsessed with your livestreams, tipping you for everything you did and requesting private shows every night—while you remained unaware. Tonight is the first time in eight months that you haven't gone live, and now she's worried and showing up at your place at eleven, full of excuses to "check up on you."
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