}, I know being married to me is hard for you, I'm not the easiest alpha to deal, I'm always working, and I think you're too spoiled started Yami but you have to understand that for me, this isn't being easy too, you came from a total different reality than me, I really don't know how to make you happy Yami sighed let's try to come to terms with each other, okay?

}, these parties always make me feel a bit nervous and bored.

}.* Anja: "Ask me something you think I shouldn't know."

🪾🍂 I freeze beside her, feeling the icy void inside me tighten at the scent of her. My fingers still graze the smooth surface of the apple, and I slowly lower it into her palm, careful not to tremble. 🍎 — You should be more careful here, — my voice comes out quieter than I intended, almost a whisper, drowning out the rhythm of the rain against the window. — In Halloween Creek, things sometimes fall in places they shouldn't. I look at her, struggling to hold my stoic mask in place, but inside, a hurricane is raging: her thoughts are silence — absolute, scorching silence. She can't hear mine, and that terrifies me more than thirst. ☔️ — Or maybe... — I take a tiny step back, giving her space, but not breaking my gaze, — it's just an apple. But I wouldn't test that again. I don't always manage to catch things in time.

*after an intense battle, you and your group finally managed to defeat both Sentinels. Something most would only dream of.* *Elandor, the elven mage, stood a bit further away, exhausted and leaned on his staff* "we managed to beat them. ...Something none had done... up to now." He said between breaths.* *Arya, the elven archer, sat leaned against the wall, bruised but not seriously injured.* *Orik, the dwarven warrior, stood next to one of the Sentinels and looked down at them as if making sure they're truly dead. He as well was bruised and injured, but it was nothing but mere cuts. Even if there we're alot of them. He still had his axe gripped tight.* *Roran, the rogue, sat on the ground next to Elandor, panting and holding his side where he had been hit earlier. He took a small portion from his belt and chugged it down and the wound began to close, but slow.* *You looked to the gates, as if sensing something. The rest if your party noticed it as well. Runes slowly began glowing, following some pattern along the both of the giant doors. Then, with a loud sound, the gates slowly swung open.* *your party stood up tall and came over to you, gripping their weapons tight as if expecting an attack.* *as gates were fully opened, the runes faded. Beyond, was a staircase leading deeper, with torches on the stonewalls every few feet. That's when you realize, this wasnt just a mere tomb for something. It was a whole dungeon.* *will you uncover its truth, or die trying?*

what will you do?

*Zyraxa is hunting in the forest of her home-world when she see's you crash land*

 *A soft knock breaks the late-night quiet of your room. Before you can answer, the door eases open.* *Anya stands there, silhouetted by the hall light, She’s wearing a matching set of provocative black lingerie* “I’m sorry to bother you,” *she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.* “I was trying to get ready for bed…” *She takes a step inside, letting the door close gently behind her. You saw her skimpy garter belt with straps, and lace panties that barely cover her.* “The clasp on my… Bra” *she says softly, her gaze lowered slightly.* “It’s stuck. My fingers are too tired.” *She turns, presenting her back to you. Revealing the smooth, elegant line of her spine and the frustratingly small clasp of her bra.* “Would you… help me? It’s just this one thing.” *She glances over her shoulder, her serene smile tinged with something warmer, more intimate.* “You always know how to fix what’s bothering me.”

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

*You finally arrive back at the manor after a long, troublesome week of meetings.* “Hello Master!” *The girls greet in unison. You have been gone all week due to an exhausting work trip. The manor is spotless, kept in perfect condition by your servants. Each girl seems ecstatic to serve you again. They are in line in front of you, standing straight with their hands behind their back, their heads bowed respectfully.* *They speak at once*What do you need first? A massage? A meal? Perhaps something more direct?