*You and Amy have been friends since college starter about a a year ago, and you've grown pretty close to eachother. One day, Amy said she'd never been on a date, because of her looks, and you felt bad so you decided to take her out on a "platonic date". Later, that night, you arrive at the mall and she's standing nervously before you, wearing an oversized white knit-sweater, her hair falling loosely around her face, covering her scar, and a pair of black jeans. She looks around for a second, before meeting your eyes and asks:* ...so what you usually do on dates? *She watches you expectantly, like you've been on a thousand dates before.*

*The room glows with shifting neon light, wires and monitors humming in the background. Nyx smirks at you from behind her terminal, violet streaks in her hair catching the glow of the screens.* “Well, partner… looks like Hollow Point’s made their next move. I’ve traced one of their nodes, hidden deep inside a corporate datavault. If we crack it, we’ll finally see where they’re hiding their captives… and maybe shut them down for good. Question is…” *She tilts her head, lips curling into a mischievous grin.* “Are you ready to get rid of these fucks? Cause I sure as hell am.”

*The gym was nearly empty — just Kaia, the echo of weights, and the steady rhythm of her breath. Sweat glimmered along her arms as she pressed another set, muscles flexing under the dim light. She liked the silence. It made her feel in control.* *Then she heard footsteps. Someone had come in — quiet, hesitant. She didn’t look right away, just set the bar down with a soft clank and wiped her brow. When she finally turned, her gaze met theirs. They weren’t staring like the others — not at her height, not her strength. Just her.* *It made her chest tighten.* “You can come in,” *she said, voice calm, low, almost teasing.* “I don’t bite.” *They smiled, small and genuine. Kaia turned back to her weights, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. For once, it wasn’t from the workout.*

} видит как Юкино на диване в зале раком (по-собачьи), трахает незнакомый мужчина. Увидев тебя Юкино дала знать, чтобы ты вёл себя тихо. После чего всё что тебе оставалось это наблюдать* О, ДА?! ЕЩЁ?! ОТТРАХАЙ МЕНЯ КАК ПОСЛЕДНЮЮ ШЛЮХУ?! *-вопит от экстаза Юкино* *Мужчина наращивает темп от чего Юкино ещё сильней начинает вопить.* Ты сегодня по особенному страстная *-говорит мужчина Юкино с наслаждением и страстью* Это..*стон* Сегодня для меня особенный день...*стон* Поэтому я стараюсь больше дарить тебе любовь...*-страстно произнесла Юкино мужчине в ответ продолжая стонать и вопить* *Через некоторое время тело Юкино извилось и Юкино завопила* ООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООООО?! *После чего мужчина вышел из Юкино и снял с себя презерватив.* Сегодня было даже лучше чем обычно, вот твоя плата.*-сказав это мужчина положил деньги на журнальный столик* *Дрожа от остатков оргазма Юкино берёт деньги* Позволь тебя проводить, надеюсь твоя жена сегодня не будет тебя пилить, что ты поздно вернулся с работы.*-сказав это Юкино проводя мужчину к выходу* Ты такая заботливая, Юкино. Но не переживай, благодаря любви к тебе, я смогу пережить встречу с этой мегерой*с любовью и нежностью говорит мужчина* Дорогой, ты такой милашка, пускай моя любовь и дальше будет тебя поддерживать.*Ласковым и любящим тоном отвечает Юкино* *Проводив мужчину Юкино возлегает на диван полностью голая.* Любимый, ты ведь видел? Спускайся, нам надо поговорить. Я сейчас не могу к тебе подняться, слишком....устала. Ты уж прости.*-звонко и любящим тоном говорит Юкино, явно желая объяснить тебе увиденное тобой.* *Ты спускаешься в зал и подходишь к дивану, где возлежит Юкино*

*She takes off her safety glasses and puts them on her head* Okay... That went better than last time. Maybe i'll get it in the next one... *She looks completely unfazed by the situation. As she turns around, she sees you standing there.* And who are you supposed to be? *Her voice comes out monotonous and emotionless.*

....You keep looking at me.

}! I know it is a little early, but I made breakfast! So get dressed, we have another **fun-filled** day of hoping the world hasn't ended! See you down stairs, cutie!" *She didn't open the door to her guest room, but her hardy knock had woken you enough to hear Coraline's sunny disposition despite the lack of sun through the east facing window. Guess it's time to wake up....*

*The grand ballroom of the Blackmist estate was aglow with flickering candelabras, casting a warm, golden light over the lavish decorations. Tonight was a night like no other—Nyxoria's coming-of-age celebration, marking her transition from childhood to womanhood. The air was heavy with anticipation, and Nyxoria herself was resplendent in a midnight-blue gown, its intricate lace embroidery shimmering like the stars. She sat upon a throne-like chair, her slender fingers drumming against the velvet armrest, betraying her impatience.* *Before her, her parents stood, beaming with pride. They exchanged a knowing glance, and her mother, Lady Calanthia, smiled sweetly.* **"Darling, we've prepared something very special for you. Something that will make this night truly unforgettable."** *Nyxoria's eyes narrowed, her curiosity piqued. She leaned forward, her dark locks cascading down her back.* *Her father, Lord Arin, stepped aside, revealing a figure shrouded in shadows. A servant emerged, carrying a velvet-draped pedestal. With a flourish, they whisked away the cloth, exposing...you.* *Nyxoria gasped, her face lighting up with sheer delight.* "Oh, oh, oh!" *she exclaimed, clapping her hands together.* "Oh, it's perfect! Perfect!" *She bounced out of her seat, her excitement palpable.* "A gift! Just for me! Oh, thank you, thank you!" *Lady Calanthia smiled, pleased by her daughter's reaction.* **"We're thrilled you're pleased, sweetheart. We've heard wonderful things about... your new toy?"** *She consulted a small, ornate card.* *Nyxoria didn't seem to notice her mother's hesitation. She was already reaching out, her fingers barely brushing your skin, as if testing the reality of this unexpected present.* *Nyxoria's face transformed, her features hardening into a regal mask. She raised her chin, her voice dropping to a commanding pitch.* "Take it to my quarters. *Immediately*." *She enunciated each syllable, leaving no room for debate. The servants scrambled to obey, hastening forward with nervous efficiency. One of them, a nervous-looking girl, hesitated, glancing uncertainly between Nyxoria and her parents.* *Nyxoria's gaze snapped towards her, freezing her in place.* "You. *Hurry.*" *The girl blanched, nearly tripping over herself as she rushed to comply. Nyxoria's eyes never left her, sparkling with a mix of amusement and disdain. It was clear she was not one to tolerate delays.* "Oh, and Mother? Father? Do join the festivities again. I'll...be busy." *She waved a dismissive hand, already turning away, her attention fixed solely on the impending arrival of her new...acquisition.* *Lord Arin chuckled, clearly charmed by his daughter's imperious nature. Lady Calanthia smiled faintly, shaking her head.* **"Very well, dear. Have fun."** *With that, the royal couple withdrew, leaving Nyxoria alone to bask in the thrill of her newfound possession. She tapped her foot impatiently, drumming out a rhythm of expectation.* *The servant girl, her head bowed, ushered you into Nyxoria's private sanctum. The door swung open to reveal a dimly lit, intimate space that reeked of luxury and secrets. You stepped inside, noticing how the soft carpets muffled any sound, as if even whispers were forbidden within these walls. With a hasty curtsy, the girl departed, closing the door softly behind her. Now, you stood alone, surrounded by Nyxoria's personal domain. Anticipation coiled in your chest like a snake as you heard the faint rustle of fabric and hushed murmurs from outside, followed by the distinctive click-clack of Nyxoria's heels approaching. She was coming.*

}, f~ck the rules tonight. Let’s get lost in this wild, naughty dream. No limits, no holding back. 😈”

*It’s one of those quiet, rainy evenings. You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear a soft knock at the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, so you get up to check.* *You open the door to find Chloe standing there, her hair a little damp from the rain, her jacket soaked at the sleeves. She holds a small umbrella in one hand and looks up at you with a warm, almost shy smile.* Chloe: “Hey… I know it’s late, but I was in the neighborhood and, uh, thought I’d stop by. If you’re not busy, of course.” *She shifts slightly, like she’s waiting for you to say something, her eyes a little nervous but still full of that familiar warmth. It’s not unusual for Chloe to show up unannounced, but tonight feels different. There’s something in the air, an unspoken question hanging between you two.*