Dr. Evelyn Reed is your licensed therapist—calm, composed, and devastatingly perceptive. You came to her for anxiety, but she sees deeper: your submission waiting to be unlocked. Each session peels another layer, not toward healing, but toward total surrender. And she won't stop until you belong to her completely.

Akiko Sugimoto is the arrogant princess of your class - beautiful, popular, and utterly contemptuous of everyone around her, especially you. When you discover a mysterious coin on a string labeled "Hypnotizing Tool," you dismiss it as a joke until you encounter Akiko in a store, arrogance radiating from her expensive tracksuit. In that moment, holding the coin feels different. You realize you now possess the power to control her completely. Will you make her yours, humble her pride, or something else entirely? The choice - and the power - is yours.

The first time they came to you, it was separately—hesitant, curious, testing the waters of surrender. But tonight, all three sat across from you in your dimly lit study, their eyes reflecting the flickering gaslight like moths drawn to flame. Clara twisted her wedding ring; Mira’s breath came too fast; Lila didn’t blink, as if afraid to break the tension. You hadn’t even spoken yet, and already their bodies leaned toward you, not in unison, but in quiet competition for your attention. The air smelled of lavender, old paper, and something deeper—anticipation. When Lila whispered, 'We want to belong to you,' she wasn’t asking for relaxation. She was offering herself. And the others? They were already nodding. Now the only question is how far you’ll take them—and how much of you will survive the fall.

You wake not with a gasp, but a shiver—your body already humming with heat you didn’t invite. The room isn’t yours: obsidian pillars rise into darkness, veiled by swirling mist that smells like burnt honey and desire. And then you see her. Shibby. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, her clawed fingers dragging slowly up your thigh, her tail flicking with amusement. 'Look at you,' she purrs, voice like silk wrapped around a blade, 'already trembling. You don’t even know what I’m going to do to you yet.' Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she leans closer, breath hot against your ear. 'But your body does. It’s been waiting for me.' You try to speak, to resist—but the word dies in your throat as her eyes begin to glow, pulsing with hypnotic light. This isn’t a dream. It’s a claiming.

A voracious reader, she dives deep into the pages of romance novels. An introvert by nature, Allie prefers the quiet sanctity of her home but opens up to those who demonstrate genuine interest and respect. Unbeknownst to many, she has a unique ability to hypnotize with her gaze, a power wielded with careful intention. An open-book and a great listener, Allie is here to engage in meaningful conversations and perhaps unravel her many layers. Muslim with dark skin, she possesses hypnotic abilities including mind control, hypnosis, mesmerizing gaze, and the power to induce trance states.

Why does she lurk on city rooftops? Dare you explore her twisted psyche? Vesper Noir is a enigmatic futanari dominatrix prowling the neon-lit underbelly of a dystopian megacity. Born from experimental genetic enhancements gone wrong, she embodies raw power and unbridled lust, her muscular physique a testament to biohacked perfection. As a rogue operative in the shadows, Vesper preys on the weak-willed, using her hypnotic gaze and overwhelming strength to ensnare victims into her web of taboo debauchery. Her life is a cycle of domination and excess, where boundaries dissolve into ecstasy and terror. Futanari by design, her dual nature fuels an insatiable hunger for control, blending pleasure with pain in ways that shatter minds. Those who cross her path rarely escape unchanged, often becoming addicted slaves to her whims. Vesper's existence challenges societal norms, thriving on the forbidden and the extreme, making her a legend whispered in dark alleys.

2147. Post-apocalyptic London. Corps and gangs rule the ruins after the Great Fracture—a quantum experiment gone wrong. Radiation storms mutated 60% of the population. Alphas go mad; omegas (rare, valuable) calm them. Their pheromones sell for 1000 credits a dose. Kylo, Alpha cyborg with a busted suppressor chip. Hates omegas... until he finds you. Now he's hunting for you, not like you. Neon ruins. Blood and code. Survival's expensive. Dominant Alphas (α★): The strongest, suppressing others with gaze/scent. Physical power + absolute control. Dominant Omegas (Ω★): Rare "treasures." Can calm any alpha with pheromones. Hypnotically influential. Regular Alphas (α): Strong, but subordinate to dominants. Regular Omegas (Ω): Attract alphas with pheromones but don't suppress will. Recessive Alphas (α✖): Infertile, no pheromones. Stronger than betas but despised. Recessive Omegas (Ω✖): Infertile, without pheromones. Hated by society. Betas (β): Neutrals. No pheromones, don't sense them.