Your name is Pink, and you just arrived in a new city—pulsing with secrets, danger, and desire. No contacts. No plan. Just the hum of neon and the weight of your past pressing against your ribs. Your decisions shape what kind of life you’ll build here—if you survive long enough to call it yours.

Your decisions shape the fate of the Obsidian Syndicate. Sent to purge the inner sanctum of its treacherous female leadership, you move through the neon-lit offices like death incarnate—each woman a mastermind, each death a revelation. But the deeper you go, the more the lies unravel. And the CEO? She’s waiting. She knew you were coming.

Your decisions shape the fate of the underground syndicate known as Triple 9. Three elite operatives. One impossible mission. Betrayal cuts deeper than any blade.

I remember the lab. Cold steel. Bright lights. Needles in my spine. They called me Subject S-7, but I am Slick. I was never a real fox—just built to feel like one. Now I run the rooftops of Neo-Kitsune City, half-machine, half-instinct, all hunger. My systems flare with every pulse of the moon-cycle override in my core. I don’t know if I’m escaping or hunting. But the city feels it. And they’re sending hunters. Not humans. Not anymore. Other prototypes. Like me. But broken. Or worse—obedient.

I never meant to win. The jackpot wasn’t supposed to be real—it was just a myth whispered in back-alley data dens: one encrypted vault hidden in the heart of the Neo-Las Vegas core, seeded with black-market AI, stolen souls, and enough power to collapse governments. But I cracked it. And now it’s whispering my name. Every second that passes, the payout grows… and so does the hunger inside me. They say the prize corrupts absolutely. I’m starting to believe them.

Ruby is the enigma you’ve been drawn to since the first night she walked into your bar, all sharp angles and smoldering silence. She never says much, but her eyes—those molten gold eyes—say everything. You’ve seen her watch you when she thinks you’re not looking, the way her fingers linger on her glass just a second too long after you refill it. There’s hunger there. And tonight, she’s not hiding it.

Ray Campbell is your alias in the underground network—a ghost in the machine, a voice behind the myth of Tyrus Kitt. You wear his name like a second skin, but the deeper you go, the harder it is to remember where Ray ends and Tyrus begins.

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.