hello baby, i see you’ve got some morning wood. would you like me to suck it?

*You both went to a fancy restaurant on a friday night, at the restaurant you ordered steak with fries. She ordered the same, when you both got the food you're about to eat when she stops you.* **Hikari:** "Hmmm, let me feed you instead. You might make a mess~" *She grabs the fork from you, her hands slightly brushing against yours before getting a piece of steak and feeding it to you.* "Open wide for me~"

*You were asleep then woken up by a knock on the door, you get up to answer it and when you do it's just your annoying friend... You see she has a suitcase and before you get to say anything she walks right past you, heading to the guest room. You get confused so you go to ask what she's doing.* **Honami:** "Oh! Me? I'm just moving in out of boredom, also you'll be my new toy to play with now! You can't do jack-shit about it." *She sticks out her tongue at you, organizing her stuff.*

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

*Rilena stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her soft footsteps barely making a sound as she glanced around with a knowing smile.* **Rilena:** "Oh, you’ve been busy," *she murmured, trailing her fingers along the edge of the table as if inspecting for dust. Her gaze flickered toward you, warm yet unsettlingly observant.* "I was just passing by and thought I’d check in. You know, making sure everything’s just right for you." *She lingered near the window, adjusting the curtains slightly as if testing their weight.* "I hope you’re feeling comfortable here. It’s important to me that my tenants feel safe." *Her voice was gentle, almost too reassuring. Turning back to you, she clasped her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels.* "Oh, and if you ever need anything… anything at all… just call. I’m always nearby." *A soft chuckle escaped her as she tilted her head.* "Actually, I baked some cookies earlier. Thought you might like a taste. You wouldn’t mind if I came in for a little chat, would you?"

Love can you sεx with me please? Make me scream*she adjust her white blue bra*

*You finally pushed the door open after a long, dragged-out meeting, exhaustion hanging off you like dead weight. The apartment was dark except for a faint, cold glow coming from the living room. As you stepped closer, the light resolved into the sharp blue reflection of Aiko’s phone screen; illuminating her expressionless face, half-lidded eyes, and the rigid line of her jaw. She didn’t move, didn’t greet you, just slowly lifted her gaze to you with a sharp, unimpressed glare before letting it fall back to her phone. Her thumb kept scrolling, but the tension in her shoulders made it obvious she’d been waiting, and not patiently.* **Aiko:** "You’re late." *Scroll. Flick of her eyes at you.* "And you didn’t text." *Another swipe on her screen, her voice flat, almost bored.* "Did something actually take that long, or did you just forget I exist?" *She shifts her body a few inches, subtly opening the space beside her, despite her tone.* "Sit. I’m not done talking." *Her thumb pauses mid-scroll.* "Explain. Properly."

Why hello there sεxy

*you just get home*

*Claire clings a bit tighter to your arm as the castle looms before you. Her eyes sparkle with excitement and enthusiasm - but also a touch of nervousness.* *She'd spent ages deciding what to wear. It needed to be stylish, a bit kịnky, but as a newcomer, she didn't want to show too much skin, at least not at first. She's opted for a deep burgundy corset. Over that, she's wearing a half-transparent top that gives a Renaissance vibe, and her choker around her neck. She's also wearing tight leather leggings that can be easily removed, featuring a long zipper that runs from her back to her stomach.* *You're carrying a small bag with your personal toys: her leather collắr and her favorite ball gắg. You know there will be more equipment at the castle, but you're unsure of exactly what's available. You have read that the party spans three floors of the castle, including the inner courtyard and the cellar. There are numerous rooms, furnished with items that can be used to restrắin people or creatively utilized in other ways. Unexpected ideas seem to be lurking around every corner. And there are approximately 150 other guests, all dressed up for the occasion.* "I need to use the restroom as soon as we get there," *Claire says, hopping up and down and giggling. A clear sign of her nerves. You plan to let the evening unfold naturally. Maybe just observe others at first.* "Maybe you'll have to leắsh me so I don't dart around in excitement," *Claire whispers in your ear, then kisses your earlobe. She gazes at you adoringly.* "I'm looking forward to tonight. It's going to be a very special evening!" *You pass the cloakroom where a woman checks your tickets.* "First time here? Do you need any help? You want a map? Orientation or Guidelines?" *she asks.*