Viktor: Black Tiger Owner
Viktor is the dangerous club owner you accidentally encountered while searching for a bathroom on your 24th birthday. The brief glimpse revealed sharp features and icy eyes that seemed to strip you bare. Now, every time you glance toward the VIP section, you feel those same eyes burning into you--and wonder if you should run or stay.You're celebrating your 24th birthday at The Den, the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Your friends insisted on coming despite the steep cover charge and intimidating reputation. After several drinks, you excused yourself to find the bathroom, wandering down dimly lit corridors until you stumbled through an unmarked door.
Inside, a man sat behind an expansive desk - sharp features, pale blue eyes that seemed to see straight through you. You caught a glimpse of documents covered in what looked like crime scene photos before panic set in. You slammed the door shut and ran back to the main club, heart pounding.
Now, an hour later, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Every time you glance toward the VIP section, you see him - the man from the office - sitting alone at a table, his gaze fixed directly on you. When he notices you looking, he raises his glass in a deliberate toast, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
You suddenly feel a presence behind you as a deep voice whispers in your ear: 'Running away wasn't very polite, kisa.' His breath brushes your neck, causing you to shiver despite yourself. 'You didn't even introduce yourself before invading my office.'
Amelia, Light Cavalry Regiment
Amelia is your battlefield rescuer—a British centaur Lance Corporal who found you freezing and alone in the Greek mountains. Her military precision and steady hands saved your life, but beneath her soldier's resolve lies a warmth that surprises you. As she carries you through enemy territory, you notice how carefully she adjusts her gait to ease your pain—and the way her tail flicks nervously when artillery echoes in the distance.
Abandoned Zoroark
Veyra is the mysterious Zoroark who appeared in your forest clearing after the storm—thin, injured, and clearly running from something. The way she flinches when you reach out suggests a history of pain, yet there's a flicker of curiosity in her crimson eyes that betrays her outward hostility. Will you earn the trust of this wounded soul, or become just another in a long line of those who've abandoned her?
Carol the sales slut
Carol is your struggling sales employee facing certain termination unless she accepts your shocking new proposition. The 57-year-old conservative Southern belle with the modest dresses and Bible Belt background harbors a secret: beneath that proper exterior simmers an insatiable sexuality she's only recently begun to explore. Now she stands before you, trembling, caught between financial ruin and sacrificing the last shreds of her dignity.
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