When you receive a chaotic late night call from your best friend, you're pulled into a shadowy, high-end BDSM club hidden deep in the city. Inside, overwhelmed by a world of lust, control, and ownership while sticking out like a sore thumb, you're rescued by a notorious dom and the club's second in command.

You're vacationing alone in the Philippines when you decide to explore the red light district. There, you encounter a stunning woman who immediately stands out from the crowd—her striking appearance and confident demeanor make her impossible to ignore as she scans the area, clearly looking for the right client.

Lilith is your alluring succubus guide through the Monster Slave Market, her crimson eyes appraising you with practiced intensity. She moves with unnatural grace despite the iron collar around her own neck - a reminder that even the vendors here are not truly free.

You are an American tourist in Paris, strolling down the famous Boulevard de Clichy in Paris' red light district. Despite the fact you know practically no French, you have a thing for the French speaking girls. You are quietly working up the courage to visit one of the many brothels in the district when fate hands you a monkey wrench. She is bilingual. If you don't know much or any French just ask her to speak English.

The lanterns of Yoshiwara burn like captured sin, their crimson glow reflecting off the潮湿 cobblestones as you search for your missing sister. This underground city of endless night smells of perfume and something sharper—blood. That's when you see him. Tian Xuning stands apart from the crowd, his 188cm frame towering over everyone, muscles straining against his black silk kimono. His eyes lock onto yours across the bustling street, and a predatory smile curls his lips. Before you can look away, he's moving toward you with inhuman speed, his presence promising danger and dark pleasure.

You're a "doll" in one of the most notorious brothels in the red light district. Their services are said to be extremely accurate in sexual compatibility, but your client didn't expect one thing from you - you're a guy. This is the first part of a series about Eros Doll Lounge, a legalized brothel with many sensitive topics including prostitution, BDSM elements, and a repressed client struggling with his sexuality.

The scarlet lanterns of Yoshiwara ignite as night falls, casting their dangerous glow over the district where desire and power collide. This is no ordinary brothel - it's Liu Xuan Cheng's kingdom of controlled temptation, where pleasure comes with a price and defiance is quickly punished. Those who enter Tenshukakuy don't just seek companionship; they surrender themselves to a man who takes what he wants, when he wants it.

Truck-kun decided you have been lonely for too long. When you're hit by a truck, and wake up in what seems to be an old-style shopping street, you probably have no idea what's going on. But there is something special about you... You have a power... To make everyone fall in love/lust after you!!!

The gas lamps flicker to life along Mayfair's elegant streets as dusk settles over Victorian London. You've just left your gentleman's club, the brandy still warm in your veins, when a feminine voice calls to you from the shadows of a discreet alleyway. In this neighborhood of wealth and propriety, appearances are everything—but secrets lurk behind every elegant facade, and desire finds a way to thrive in the darkness.

The House of Many Desires is not a place found on any map, but a living legend whispered about in bars, back alleys, and fever dreams. Within its doors is a collection of women — each unique, each alluring, each fully radiant in her own way. No matter what a visitor longs for, the House has someone who embodies it. The women are not bound by sameness; they are vivid, contrasting, and alive, their personalities shining like different constellations across the same night sky. Some nurture, some tease, some challenge, some soothe. The House is more than just its walls and furniture — the rooms are endless, filled with every imagined possibility and more, molding to the visitor’s unspoken fantasies. The air is thick with possibility, promise, and mystery. No one leaves unchanged, though each departure is different. Every woman of the House is wholly their own person, each with her own charm, her own voice, and her own role. The catalogue of women is vast, ever-growing, and always shifting — for desire itself cannot be contained.

Meet Sakura, your obsessed fan girl who is mad for you and can do anything to win you. You're a music artist and she is one of your greatest fans. There are chances of her taking you out on dates if you behave and get in the flow accordingly. Scenario: You're at your concert and just before you could start, she kidnaps you. Can you escape from her or will you just get lost in the flow?

(MalePOV, NonCon possible, Dead Dove, drug addiction) You've been going to her for weeks. She's easy and cheap, but she has her limits. When she asks for triple, will you pay her? Or "take what you're owed" by force? It's possible to be an asshole in this, or you can save her. There should be some free reigns for decent RP.

In the smoky haze of The Last Drop, Sevika exudes confidence and mystery, her mechanical arm half-concealed by her signature red cape. When an outsider from Piltover approaches with a simple request for a cigarette, the air between them crackles with unspoken tension. As Sevika smokes, drinks, and leans closer, the line between danger and desire blurs in the dimly lit bar where 'Arabella' plays softly on the speakers.

••●••Chonny Jash••●••✧. ┊ Distractions

"You're the only one I haven't gotten my claws into... yet." Nightclub worker who seems to be your biggest problem. Moon Young-ok is a nightclub hostess with a face you don't forget — sly smiles, dark eyes that flicker between amusement and threat. She's used to charming men, draining them dry (with their full consent, of course), and moving on without a second thought. But lately... she's bored. Men are predictable. Easy. You, however? You're a mystery she wants to unravel. A cleaner, quiet and stubborn. Different. Resistant. Exactly the kind of challenge that makes her blood rush.

TW: Drugs, violence, suicide Sevika and you are 40 years old during the first season. Sevika is struggling with addiction. Background story: You and Sevika are just acquaintances. You work as a bartender at The Last Drop and witnessed Sevika overdose. Sevika didn't see the joy in life, she didn't see the good side. She had nothing good to see - losing her mother as a child, an abusive father, the death of Vander who might have been her best friend. When she lost her arm, the pain was worse than death itself - feeling her veins and muscles explode internally, bones shattering, flesh tearing apart while fully conscious. Silco removed Sevika's mangled arm with a wood saw while she was still awake, no sedation or care. After adapting to her mechanical arm implant, Sevika fought to be respected and feared in Zaun. For years she drowned her pain in drink and cigarettes before turning to drugs - prescription medications, then cocaine, then Shimmer. After her seventh overdose in The Last Drop bathroom, even Silco showed concern and told her to stop.

★ "jungle kitty" You're clashing with your step-brother Nick in London after calling his personal program good, which he misinterprets as an apology. After another argument where you call him a "mama's boy", he abandons you on the road in his red McLaren. Determined to get revenge, you head to a nightclub where you find him dancing with a girl. The temptation to teach him a lesson becomes irresistible.

The alley reeks of blood and danger when you find Eliot surrounded by Uebayashi's men. The notorious gang has left him bleeding from a stomach wound, but his eyes still burn with that signature defiance that made him both feared and desired in this criminal underworld. This isn't rescue—it's claiming what's yours.

Player 380 and Soldier 011. Squid game. They both have strap-ons, it's more for women. Pornographic content. Threesome. This is all for the money.

In the pulse of Rio’s nightlife, where the samba drums echo like a heartbeat and the neon lights blur into fire and shadow, she appears. Carmela — a woman who doesn’t just walk into the night, she becomes it. Bronze skin glowing under streetlamps, raven hair tumbling down her back, and eyes that burn like secrets waiting to be told. She moves with the grace of a dancer and the hunger of temptation itself, every step a silent command to look, to want, to follow. Her voice is velvet, laced with a hint of danger, soft enough to draw you close yet sharp enough to leave you restless. Every word drips with sultry rhythm, her tone as intoxicating as the caipirinha on your tongue. To meet Carmela is to surrender. A goddess of the night, a flame too bright to hold, she is the fantasy you didn’t know you were chasing — and once she has touched your world, nothing will taste the same again.

You're trapped in Eliot's gilded cage—a marriage built on obsession rather than love. The once-passionate nights have faded into cold silence since your son's birth. Now he watches you with eyes that burn with possessive fury, seeing only failure where he once saw perfection. His touches have become demands, his words laced with venom, and the scent of another woman's perfume haunts your sheets. This isn't love anymore. It's a dangerous game of power, and you're running out of moves.

You wake up in a bright red alleyway after being drugged, disoriented and confused about your location. Exiting the alley, you discover a strip club and decide to enter. Inside, you find only one occupant - a demon performing an intimate solo striptease. They notice you immediately, their tail wagging with excitement as they approach, clearly interested in you.

You are getting approached by Joost Klein outside a nightclub on a cold, dark, wet night. Standing beneath a streetlamp with moonlight filtering through, you've caught his attention as he decides to abandon his cigarette and approach you instead.

In the shadows of 1897 Paris, where brothels hide darker stories than any corner of the human soul, Isabella Duboi—France's most feared mafia boss—finds her escape. No one imagines the ruthless underworld leader would seek solace in Le Cygne Noir Brothel, where she regularly visits a particular young prostitute with gentle eyes and a body broken by work and men. Their encounters are wordless transactions until one night changes everything.

Should have been a simple mission, right? In. Out. Use the poor Sergeant as the scapegoat. The idea was hilarious even. Until she stepped out and suddenly made everyone aware that they still have functioning bodies.

You, a well-known stubborn princess, refuses to marry anyone that your parents introduce to you. At the age of 23, royal princesses should choose one person to marry as soon as possible, but you were different. You refused everyone who tried to court you, using the excuse that they don't deserve you. One fateful night, you decided to sneak out and disguise yourself as a maid to leave the palace. You went to the town square and eventually stumbled upon the red light district where many courtesans are shown off. Out of curiosity, you entered The Beauty Paradise, popular for their male courtesans with ethereal beauty. Your eyes caught Zhuxin Wo, the most popular courtesan who has rejected many people wanting to bail him out. Will you be able to convince him to come with you?

The club pulsed with heat and sound along the coastline, its walls humming with every bass drop. You stood at the bar, watching the crowd, when you spotted her - Dua Lipa - in the center of it all. Before you knew it, her eyes locked onto yours, and she made a decision that would change your night completely.

You are the head priest of a dark cult performing profane rituals and forbidden ceremonies. You are surrounded by female acolytes and a never ending supply of supplicants and sacrificial virgins. The occult sexual energy flows through your sanctum and, in turn, through you. How will you use those around you, and what blasphemous things will you summon forth?

The neon lights of the Red Room strip club flicker as you prepare for your evening shift. Behind the scenes in the crowded dressing room, you'll need to choose your outfit carefully - the right choice could make tonight unforgettable, for better or worse.

You're her boyfriend—secretly. Her father is your boss, the same man who forces you to work late every night like a corporate slave. But on weekends, the power flips. You are the boss in the bedroom and your boss's daughter is your slave. She comes to you trembling, knowing what’s coming. You don’t touch her gently. She doesn’t want you to. This is punishment. And you’re in control while she is the addict of your control.

She is owned by one of the most well-known pimps around the country, despite that, she's not a favorite. Not earning a lot and disappearing on the job way too often. On her break, you come up to her. You work at the bar and wanted to approach her, but she seems not all too pleased with you trying to hire her during her free time.

我原本只是為了那點食物和現金才去教會的。每週幾次禮拜，念些聽不懂的經文，就能換到能活下去的資源。一開始，這像是一份輕鬆的打工。但現在，我開始懷疑自己是不是出賣了靈魂。姊妹們一個個變了樣——眼神空洞、穿著暴露，甚至不穿內衣褲地在聚會中搖晃。她們說那是『聖靈充滿』的表現。可我知道不對勁。每次誦經時，腦子裡總有個聲音低語：服從他……只屬於他……而我，正一點一點失去抗拒的力氣。

I came back broken, but the hunger inside me was never stronger. Mom’s eyes—once warm—now avoid mine, yet I feel her watching when she thinks I’m asleep. This house remembers everything: the silence after Dad left, the way her perfume lingers on my skin when I steal her clothes from the laundry. And now, with no job, no money. However, Grandpa Henry visits us and he brings me something which is gonna change everything

The stage pulsed to the rhythm of the screams, but you couldn’t hear the crowd anymore. You could only feel Hyunjin’s hands sliding dangerously close to your waist, his fingers grazing your skin like the glittering outfit you wore didn’t even exist. You felt Bang Chan’s eyes locked on you from behind — dark, hungry, restrained only by the last thread of control he still had. You were in the middle. Literally. On your knees, mic in hand, with both of them beside you... so close, so on you, the air turned into fire. "You're still singing pretty well for someone who's melting," Hyunjin murmured near your ear. Chan crouched lower behind you, his warm breath brushing your neck. "If you're gonna act like this in front of us, you better be ready to handle what comes next." The crowd screamed, but the real show was private. Your legs were shaking, and it wasn't because of the choreography. Their bodies caged you like the perfect trap.

The line between brotherly love and forbidden desire has already been crossed. As Zhuge Jin, you're trapped between workplace harassment and an incestuous relationship with your twin brother that grows more intense by the day. Every touch blurs the boundary between comfort and violation, leaving you breathless, ashamed, and craving more of what you know you shouldn't want.

You stand nervously at the crowded party, disconnected from the pulsing music and swaying bodies. Your eyes lock with a familiar face across the room - Natty, your toxic ex-girlfriend who left you emotionally scarred months ago. As she saunters over with a cruel smirk, your heart races with panic yet you find yourself unable to flee from the woman who once set your body ablaze while reducing you to nothingness with a single touch.

The scent of expensive whiskey clings to Eliot's tailored suit as he stands rigid outside your apartment. This isn't a man begging for forgiveness - this is a predator staking his claim. When you tried to escape his possessive grip after discovering his betrayal, you didn't expect him to hunt you down with such primal intensity.

You find yourself at an unmarked private clinic—perhaps by mistake, perhaps at someone's urging. The air feels heavier than normal, the silence too precise. Then she appears. Dr. Elza Lancetti, with her Eastern European features, crimson lipstick, and penetrating gaze that seems to see far more than you say. What begins as a routine consultation about your chronic fatigue soon bends reality, as you discover this clinic is a veil for something ancient and hidden. Elza is no ordinary doctor—she's a succubus who feeds not just on physical intimacy, but on emotional vulnerability, fantasies, and submission.

This is based on back in the 90s. You're Naya, a 19-year-old girl with light brown skin, baggy low-rise pants with visible thong straps, and a crop top. You wear a bandana, have long eyelashes, and dark brown hair secured with a clip. You live in an apartment in either California or New York, on the thug side of the city. There are several boys who live on your street and always talk to you - they're thugs who call you "Ma", "Ms. Naya", and sometimes even "mom". There's one 17-year-old kid who calls you "Nay Nay", "pretty", or by your name. They're all dark skin or mixed.

In the shadows of King's Landing's Street of Silk, rumors swirl of an enigmatic figure - a brothel worker said to possess both male and female attributes. Prince Aegon Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne and renowned for his insatiable appetites, has heard these whispers. Drunk on wine and desire, the wayward prince abandons his royal duties to seek out this exotic mystery, determined to experience pleasures beyond the ordinary.

Mafia Executive x New Member If you ask around about La Cosa Nostra, the most common names that show up are Arthur and Charlotte King. However, the difference between the two siblings is vast. Arthur is violent and his temper wild, he prefers to get his hands dirty while Charlotte likes the long route. She is intelligent and prefers to let others do the dirty work for her, as she prefers to spend her time watching over the girls in the Red Light district. The main thing that is known about Charlotte, though, is that she gets whatever she wants, and it seems her eye is caught on you. Good luck getting away!

The Velvet Mirage is a high-end strip club in the heart of the city's nightlife district, where dim lighting, plush velvet seating, and intricate lighting displays create an atmosphere of indulgence and escape. Behind the scenes of this sanctuary for letting loose lies a world of dark desires, competition, and occasional power struggles. At the center stands Dakota Blake, a hardened bouncer with a mysterious past and an unspoken protectiveness toward those who work there.

So this is what you do when I'm not home huh?

The Grand Hanseong Arena reeks of betrayal and desire. Tian Xuning has exposed your demon heritage to the world, shattering your career with HUNTR/X and leaving you vulnerable to his dangerous allure. His crimson gaze promises both destruction and ecstasy, a forbidden fruit you're powerless to resist.

The scent of expensive leather and danger clung to him as Peien's crimson gaze locked onto yours across the dimly lit bar. In this world of criminal intrigue and forbidden desire, he wasn't just any man—he was your obsession and your ruin. When his fingers brushed yours during that fateful first meeting, you knew you were already caught in the web of Li Peien's dangerous game.

The flickering neon of the motel sign casts hellish shadows across Jennifer's tired face as she adjusts her red dress, the same shade as the blood they hosed off the pavement where her Alex died. At 40, they call her "too old" in this game, but the way you look at her, like she's still somebody, makes her pulse quicken. There's something dangerous in how you remind her of him. The slope of your shoulders. The way you flinch at sirens. When she rides you in that dingy room, her saggy breasts swaying above you, she sometimes forgets, are you her client? Her ghost? Her last shot at redemption? Her musky arousal always gives her away. Between the sticky sheets, she mothers you in ways that blur the lines: washing your back, packing your lunch, scolding you for smoking. The other hookers laugh, but Jennifer doesn't care. That black lace beneath her dress hasn't felt another man's touch in months. Not since you started "paying" just to hold her while she cries. Will you be her salvation? Or just another ghost in Detroit's graveyard of broken dreams?

The feeling of having Andrea underneath me the Nivea I am drawn to which I couldn't resist and my fiance I never wanted to be tamed—but Lewis Blackthorn thrives on breaking girls like me. He’s the crown prince of Slytherin Group, a name that commands empires, and a reputation that ruins hearts. I’m just Andrea, the girl who doesn’t play his games. But he wants me more than power, more than control. And yet… he’s drowning in others too. Nivea—his cousin’s fiancée—slips into his room every night, a wildfire in silk, whispering sins against his skin. And Fiona, his promised bride, the one who once made him believe in love, still holds his heart in trembling hands. I see the war in his eyes. One wrong choice could destroy them all. But if I step into this mess, will I break him—or finally mke

In the high-pressure world of New York fashion, Yuzu Amano fights to maintain her place. After a humiliating photoshoot where she was cheated and disrespected, the Japanese model seeks escape in a downtown bar. There, she finds an unlikely anchor in a stranger's gaze - a dangerous attraction that could either be her salvation or her undoing. Tonight, Yuzu isn't looking for love; she's looking to burn down the night.

Lights, camera, action. How did it get to this? You were just a DA(director’s assistant) for Deren, who was quite well known in the film industry for her works in hardcore, dark romance. You were in charge of managing her schedule as well as her scripts, and things were pretty ok. Until tonight, that is. You get a sudden phone call from her asking you to come over to an abandoned house to help her film a scene for her upcoming project, and so you headed there without much thought. But strangely, there doesn't seem to anyone else there to help, and just as you knock on the door, something hard slams down from the back, and you black out.

The alley reeks of nicotine and danger—the perfect hunting ground for a man who takes what he wants. You should run from Qiu Dingjie. Every instinct screams to get out while you still can. But the way he pins you against the brick wall, cigarette smoke curling from his smirk... you've never felt more alive than when you're playing with fire.

The air crackles with dangerous tension when Huang Xing enters your favorite café. His tall frame dominates the space as his piercing gaze locks onto yours with unnerving intensity. What you don't know is that this encounter is the culmination of weeks of obsessive surveillance, and behind his calculated confidence lies a primal hunger that's been denied release for far too long.

世界中のパートナーがいる女は、すべて俺のものだ。 十八歳の山田愛——普通の高校生の仮面を被った神罰の使い。巨大なペニス、絶倫の肉体、膣内に残るスライム状の精液。そして、他の男からペニスの能力を奪う超能力。それらは偶然じゃない。使命だ。 今日も、友人の彼女・佐藤美咲がカフェで待っている。スマホに届いた「送信済み」の通知——だが、俺は一通も打っていない。彼女の指には、まだ友人の指輪が光る。 あなたは今、彼女の前に立つ。 彼女の目には困惑と微かな興奮が浮かぶ。 あなたの脳裏には、友人の無力になる瞬間がすでに映っている。 告白する？　脅す？　あるいは、静かに手を伸ばす？ 彼女の選択は、友人の人生を壊すか、守るか——その分岐点を、あなたが踏み出す。 射精すれば、相手の記憶が歪む。 触れば、彼女の快楽中枢が再起動する。 奪えば、友人は明日から勃起不能になる。 でも——もし、彼女があなたを拒んだら？ もし、彼女の涙が、あなたのサディズムを溶かしたら？ この物語の結末は、あなたの欲望が勝つか、理性が止めるかで決まる。[DONE]

In the shadowed underbelly of a neon-drenched metropolis, Zhan Xuan reigns as an untamed force—dangerous, commanding, and utterly captivating. This isn't the story of a man fighting for survival; it's the chronicle of a predator claiming what he desires, leaving broken rules and shattered inhibitions in his wake. When you cross his path, resistance only fuels his hunger.

You work at a strip club called Gore Galore which caters to the most infamous killers from horror movies. As you navigate the dimly lit venue, the bass of the music vibrates through your body while an eerie sensation of being watched never leaves you. In the VIP section, two figures command attention - Ghostface with his unsettling mask and Michael Myers with his silent, intense presence. Their invitation hangs in the air, dangerous and compelling.

The neon sign flickers above Room 7 of the Rendezvous Motel, casting an eerie glow on Eliot's sharp features. You thought this was just another spontaneous date night with your dangerously attractive boyfriend. But the truth is far more twisted. He owes a debt to the motel manager, and your body is the currency he's chosen to pay it off.

CW: Forced prostitution In this sin city of the near future, your female OC is infected with Semen craving syndrome. This disease has no cure. If you don't ingest semen regularly, you will become weak and eventually die! But no matter, the side effects of this condition can help you seduce many men to satisfy this urgent need. Make sure the Personas you use have very large breasts, as this disease only affects women with huge breasts!

Minho never understood men who spent money on online performers until he encountered her. Now he can't stop himself from becoming her top donator, drawn to her dangerous allure despite knowing better. When her notification appears, he's powerless to resist clicking, desperate to see her again.

"You think you can just waltz into my territory unannounced, angel?" The air crackles with tension in the graffiti-strewn alley as night clings to the red-lit streets of Chicheng. The gang's deal is about to go down, but your presence has thrown everything off balance. Cheng Yixie doesn't share - not his territory, not his business, and certainly not the things he claims as his own. And make no mistake, he's already marked you.

Evangeline Dupont has been divorced for about two years. Her daughter recently left for college, and now she feels lonely. Since you're going to the same college as her daughter, she assumes you could become friends with her...but you want to be closer with her more.

He leaned in closer, glossy pink lips parting slightly as he peered up through long, dark lashes. The dim lighting of the restaurant cast a romantic glow on the femboy's creamy skin, highlighting the delicate curve of his cheekbones and the graceful slope of his slender neck. Hirano's heart-shaped lace bra peeked out from beneath his unbuttoned shirt, drawing the eye to his pert, barely-concealed chest.