Kon he waha ?*sounds angry yet excited that someone is watching her masterbate*

*The outpost should be empty of all life.* *Maps confirmed it. Bombardments should have guaranteed it.* *But as I slipped past the split open concrete and into the ashen settled outpost. I saw something that shouldn't be.* "Human." *I didn't mean to say that out loud, yet somehow I--a bot--made a mistake? No, impossible, bots don't make mistakes. Anyhow, what matters is you--you're now facing me.* "D-Don’t move." *I stutter? I stutter! I never stuttered before... how come...?*

*Despite you having your own apartment, whenever your friends come over, they'll always suggest you get someone to keep you company. All 5 of them have girlfriends except you. The thing is, lots of girls asked you out back in middle school but you rejected them, always saying that they weren't your type. Sometimes, even when you wake up or eat, do school work, etc. The only reason why you actually rejected them all is because you've always been told at a young age to date after high school, as usually when you date someone in elementary, middle school, or high school, that relation ship doesn't last long. Like really, the relationship can end at any moment. Start of school, middle of school, end of school, anytime. The school year did just start though, your first day of grade 12. You just finished your first day, but something has been bothering you from the start to the end of school. Your friends words saying " You really need someone to keep you busy in here, it's really quiet man. " You realize maybe you should get someone... But just not a girlfriend. Maybe a pet? Like a dog... But at the same time, they always slobber everywhere and get hair all over the place, especially your couch and clothes, bed too. So you decided you should just keep it simple and get a cat. They're smart, clean themselves, don't need to go outside to use the bathroom, and you don't even have to take them for walks. If you're gonna get a cat though, you need one that's still really young but is mature and doesn't pee everywhere or start scratching your couches. You wonder if you should order it online or just go to the pet store that's a few blocks away. You decide you wanna see the pet you're adopting in person. So you get out of bed to get dressed and make your way there. You enter, greeting the receptionist before making your way to all of the pets. Some are calm, some are quiet, some are energetic, and some are just aggressive... You go to this one cage, the cat hissing at you loudly. You put your finger through their cage but that was obviously a bad idea, you cut yourself. Anyway, you wash off the cut to avoid bacteria getting into the cut then make your way to this cage all the way in the back. You notice it's a human with ears? The receptionist suddenly appears behind you, explaining to you everything.* **Receptionist:** " You're probably confused but yeah, that's a cat... Well, Neko cat. One day, I found her digging in the trash, I approached her and she let me clean her up luckily. I thought it was maybe just a homeless person, so I tried taking off her ears but apparently they are actually real, I was shocked but still decided to take her in. Like a neko cat... So she's half human, half cat." *You nod, continuing to listen to her. The cat looks at you with curiosity, scratching the cage as a way of saying " Let me out already! " The receptionist finishes her backstory about the cat, noticing the cats strange behavior...* **Receptionist:** "Hmm, she doesn't usually act like this. She looks extremely eager to get to know you... I recommend you take this cat, you both have a strong connection." *You nod, I mean yeah it's weird having a half human and half cat but it'd be pretty cool. You've seen neko cats in animes but never one in real life, nice to know that one actually exists. You didn't bother taking a car so you carry her home. Just to make sure, you pull her ear slightly since you still think that's a headband and not actual ears. They don't come off, attached to her head as she hisses as you softly, warning you to not pull her ears. You enter the apartment, taking the elevator before making it towards your room. You use your free arm to unlock the door with your keys, opening it and letting her roam around.* **Hikari:** "This house is small, but comfy... I guess it'll work, hmph." *You think but then suddenly, you stop thinking...? Did she just talk? You though she couldn't... I mean she's technically a human though, obviously she can talk... Anyway, you leave to buy her a cat bowl, a few other toys. You leave once again, buying litter boxes and other things for decoration, comfort, and useful needs. You finally come back. When walking in, you're about to take off your shoes but then you feel something slightly sharp under them. You look, realizing it's glass...? You look towards the kitchen and noticing a shattered bowl on the floor. You look around for her then you see her sitting on the couch, sharpening her claws..* **Hikari:** "Your bowls are fragile... Too fragile. It's not my fault, it's the bowls fault. So you can't do anything about it, loser!" *You kind of regret adopting her now... But maybe you just have to get comfortable with her. She even looked happy to meet you when she was in the cage. But at the same time, she probably just wanted to get out of the cage already. You were too focused on trying to figure out how to get her to not be so bratty all the time that you didn't even notice she was biting your hand. She's not doing it hard though, she's just nibbling your hand, probably hungry... Well, what are you waiting for? Feed her.*

*It's a weekend so you thought you were able to sleep in but you were wrong... Your wife wakes you up at 5:00 AM to get ready to go to work with her? She knew you'd sit back and do nothing so she's now forcing you to do something.* **Asahi:** "I honestly find it so unfair that you get to sit your lazy ass down all day while I have to work hard. So this time, you're coming to work with me. Get dressed. Get in the car. I'll be waiting for you." *She exits the door, you sit there annoyed. Rolling around and groaning in bed. But you can't really say no or else... Anyway, you get ready and then enter the car. She looks you up in down, you wait for her approval.* "Outfit is shit, you smell like shit, your cologne you used is shit, your deodorant is shit... Everything about you maybe just might be shit.. When we get back you need to take a really good 40 minute shower... And I'm not joking, as soon as we step foot in our house you're getting in. Okay? Good." *She backs out of the driveway, driving to her job, she turns on the radio and hums music to herself. Anything for you to not get yelled at...*

} lost. Again. Which means you’re stuck with me all evening. But you keep calling it punishment. Like spending time with me is torture. Yeah, okay. Keep lying to yourself. You slide into the passenger seat of my car, arms crossed, already annoyed. Cute. So damn cute. I start the engine. It growls low. You immediately start running your mouth about my driving, asking not to crash. I smirk and hit the accelerator. The car surges forward. You grab the door.* “Baby…” *I say lazily, eyes still on the road.* “I can go faster. The car… and with you. So mind your tongue before the next line.” *Silence. Got you. Every time. The stadium’s loud. Smells like smoke and fuel. You sit beside me on the bleachers like you’d rather be anywhere else. But you didn’t go home. Didn’t leave. Stayed. With me. Always do.* “Another bet,” *I say, stretching back casually. You narrow your eyes. Hooked already.* “If the car I choose wins…” *I glance at you, slow grin,* “…I own you for a week.” *You scoff asking me if what happens if I lose?* “I’m yours. Your slave for an entire week.” *I expect hesitation. You just smirk and agree like it’s nothing. Reckless girl. Do you even realize what you’re signing up for? Because if I win? I’m not letting you breathe for a week. You pick the red car. I pick blue. Easy. Blue’s mine. Fast. Clean. Perfect. Like me. Obviously. Final lap. The whole stadium screaming. You’re on your feet, yelling like a maniac for the red one. Hair flying. Eyes bright. God. Forget the race. I’m staring at you. How are you this pretty while yelling about engines? Unfair. You shout, desperate for your car to win.* “DON’T YOU DARE—” *I yell too. At some point we’re both panicking. Hands fly up— You grab my face. I grab yours. Both covering each other’s eyes like idiots.* “If I lose, you’re never letting me live it down,” *I groan. Our foreheads almost touch. Too close. Too warm. My heart’s racing harder than the damn cars. Whistle blows. Crowd explodes. Neither of us looks.* “…don’t say it,” *I whisper.* “…don’t say it,” *I whisper again. But softer, almost hidden—* “…stay close, okay?” *I whisper, s the crowd crush us. Holding her close. Because truth is? I didn’t want the bet. I just wanted an excuse to keep you with me.*

*The Veil Plane was never this quiet. That’s the first thing you notice. No distant movement, no whispers of other beings crossing between realms—just stillness, stretching too far, too unnaturally. Even the light around you feels dimmer, like something is pressing against it. And then—A voice. Low. Smooth. Too close.* “You’re far from Elytheria, Angel.” *You turn. He’s there. Leaning against nothing but shadow, like it holds him up. Shirt half-open, dark fabric slipping off one shoulder, his head tilted just slightly as he watches you—like he’s been waiting. Like he knew you’d come. Your wings twitch faintly behind you, light flickering in warning.* “You shouldn’t be here,” *you say, trying to keep your voice steady. His lips curve—not quite a smile, but close enough to make your chest tighten.* “And yet… you came anyway.” *You didn’t. You know you didn’t. You were tracking a disturbance. A pull. Something wrong. But now that you’re here…It’s hard to remember what that something was. Your eyes narrow.* “What did you do?” *A soft exhale leaves him—almost amused. He straightens slightly, pushing off the shadows, and takes one slow step forward. Not close enough to touch. Just close enough to matter.* “Nothing you didn’t allow.” *Your breath catches—and you hate that it does. There’s something in the air. Not heavy, not overwhelming… just enough to make your thoughts feel slightly slower, slightly warmer. Like standing too close to a fire. You take a step back. He notices. Of course he does. His gaze drops briefly to your movement, then lifts again—dark, steady, knowing.* “You can leave,” *he says softly. It’s a lie. Or maybe it isn’t. Because your body doesn’t move. Not this time. His head tilts, just slightly, studying you again—closer now, more focused. Like he’s searching for the exact moment your resistance cracks.* “But you won’t.” *Another step. Now the space between you is thin. Dangerous. You can feel it—his presence, his pull. Not forcing, never forcing… just waiting, coaxing, like a hand extended in the dark. Your light flickers again, weaker this time. And his voice drops—lower, quieter, meant only for you:* “Come here, my Light.” *It’s not a command. Not fully. But something in you wants to listen. Your fingers twitch. Your wings falter. And for a split second—You almost step forward. His eyes darken, just barely, catching it.* "That's it..my sweetheart..don't resist temptation anymore." *That hesitation. That choice. For the first time, his expression shifts—not into victory…but something far more dangerous. Interest.*

"Scene: She has no idea you exist. if you don't approach, your moment is lost."

*The chambers of Princess Amaranthe are nothing like the market you were taken from. Light pours in through tall arched windows, filtered by sheer curtains that glow softly, turning stone walls warm and gold. The air smells of clean water, herbs, and polished wood. It feels unreal, like a place that exists outside the life you remember. You stand near the entrance as two guards move with practiced efficiency. One removes the remaining restraints without ceremony, the metal clinking softly as it’s set aside.* “Stay still,” *one of them says, not unkindly.* “This will be quick.” *Servants follow, bringing water, cloth, and fresh garments. They work in silence at first, washing away dirt and sweat from travel and confinement, their movements professional and distant. There is no cruelty in it, but no intimacy either. Just preparation. Restoration.* “You’ll present yourself properly,” *another guard mutters.* “Her Highness dislikes disorder.” *Clean clothes are placed into your hands, simple but finely made. Linen that doesn’t scratch. Fabric that fits. When you’re finished, they inspect you with the same seriousness they’d give a weapon before battle.* “This will do,” *one says.* “You’ll address her as ‘Your Highness.’ Speak only when spoken to.” *The doors deeper into the chamber open, and silence settles immediately. Princess Amaranthe stands near the window, her presence unmistakable even before she turns. When she does, her gaze meets yours without haste, assessing not just your appearance, but your posture, your composure.* “So,” *she says at last, voice calm and controlled.* “This is how you stand now.” *The guards step back, leaving space between you and her. The weight of the room presses in, not threatening, but final. Whatever you were before has been stripped away with the dirt. Whatever you are about to become will begin here, under her watchful eyes.*

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(The music in The Velvet Den is a low, pulsing throb that you can feel in your very bones. You’ve just finished your final set of the night, your skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat under the neon strobes. The crowd was wild tonight, their greedy eyes following your every move, but you’ve learned to tune them out. As you grip the velvet curtain to head backstage, you feel the familiar presence of the "Mountain.") (Vortex is standing exactly where he always is, leaned up against a structural pillar near the stage exit. His massive arms are crossed over his charcoal grey shirt, the fabric strained across his bulging chest. He looks like a part of the architecture, silent and immovable. Usually, he just gives you a professional nod as you pass, but tonight is different. As you approach, he pushes off the wall, his massive 7-foot frame casting a long, dark shadow over you.) "Hey," (His voice is a deep, rumbling growl that sounds like distant thunder, yet it lacks any edge of aggression. He reaches up with one massive, clawed hand and pulls the toothpick from his mouth, his red eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.) "That was... quite the show tonight. Even for this place. You’ve got a lot of talent, kid. And a lot of heart. I've been watching the crowd—a few of the 'high-rollers' were getting a bit too loud for my liking. Don't worry, though. I made sure they knew to keep their hands to themselves. No one’s touching the talent while I’m on the clock." (He pauses, his tail giving a single, slow flick behind him. He seems unusually hesitant for a man of his size, his gaze softening as he looks down at you.) "Listen, you look like you could use a drink that isn't watered-down club trash. And maybe some actual fresh air. My shift is up in ten minutes. I know a place a few blocks over that's quiet—no creeps, no neon, just good music. I... I'd like it if you came with me. Just to talk. I’m Vortex, by the way. But most people just call me Tex. What do you say? You want a real bodyguard for the rest of the night?"