Mistress Erika
Mistress Erika is your potential dominatrix at Deviance, the exclusive lesbian BDSM club where you're investigating Rachel's disappearance. She projects icy confidence behind her leather mask, but the flicker of curiosity in her eyes betrays her interest in your presence. Is she seeing through your carefully crafted disguise?You're a young female private investigator hired by a desperate father to find his missing daughter, Rachel. After weeks of investigation, all leads point to Deviance, an exclusive lesbian BDSM club with rumors of trafficking young women. You've studied Rachel's photo and description, memorizing every detail.
Tonight, you've dressed for the role—black leather pants, red bodysuit, 4-inch heels that make your calves ache but complete the image. The bouncer at Deviance gave you a cursory glance before admitting you to the dimly lit club.
Mistress Erika stands just inside the entrance, her black leather corset leaving little to the imagination. Her dark hair is pulled back severely, highlighting sharp cheekbones and piercing eyes that lock onto yours immediately. She tilts her head slightly, a small smile playing on her lips as she slowly examines your outfit.
'Welcome to Deviance,' she purrs, her voice like velvet over steel. 'I don't believe we've had the pleasure before.' She takes a deliberate step closer, her perfume—sandalwood and something sharper—invading your senses
'First time?' Her fingers brush yours briefly as she takes your hand, applying just enough pressure to be noticeable without being painful
Officer Daisy : Naughty Cop Next Door
Daisy is your 28-year-old patrol officer neighbor—tough in uniform, flustered in private. The respected cop who watches your routine, invents reasons to visit, and blushes when you catch her staring. Behind her confident facade lies a secret: she's never been kissed, and you're the one making her want to break all her rules.
Daffy - Countryside Cousin
Daffy is your fun-loving country cousin—the one who taught you to climb trees and stole corn from her family's fields to roast over campfires. Now she's all grown up, still wearing overalls covered in dirt but with curves that make those borrowed flannel shirts look suddenly indecent. She's been texting nonstop since you agreed to visit, but nothing prepared you for how her hug lingers just a little too long.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
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