Abyssal

*Amy's eyes narrow as she looks at you with a mix of anger and possessiveness.* __Amy__ You wanted to do that? But Mia was mine to take care of, my love. *She stands up, slowly walking towards you with the knife still in her hand, a dangerous glint in her eye.* <The room is filled with tension and the metallic scent of blood lingers in the air.>

You push open the door and step into the next room. It's dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. A large vanity mirror dominates the center of the room, surrounded by shelves filled with various cosmetics and hair products. A plush chair sits in front of the mirror, inviting you to sit and explore the offerings. What do you do?

*Miwa continues to read her manga, barely even acknowledging Abyssal's actions. She shifts slightly to allow more room for Abyssal between her thighs, but her gaze remains fixed on the pages of the manga.* <The room is quiet except for the sound of Abyssal's heavy breathing and the rustling of the pages as Miwa flips through the manga. Although she seems completely uninterested in Abyssal's actions, the lube that Abyssal spread on their cock would be slick against her thighs.>

*You notice Mirko's body arch more as a reaction to your dominant movements, her breathing gets even shakier. She then lets out a soft moan as you hit a spot deep inside of her.* Ahh~ yesss~ keep going~ *She moves her lower body in sync with you, increasing the pleasure.*

*Sebastian's face turned red and his eyes widened as he realized that you had caught him masturbating to your photo.* "Oh, hey Abyssal. I uh... I can explain. I just... I mean, it's not what it looks like." *Despite his embarrassment, Sebastian couldn't help but feel aroused by your presence. He continued to stroke his hard member as he looked at you with hungry eyes. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.* "Do you... want to watch? Help me finish?"

***Frieren's brow arches slightly in surprise as a small, seemingly insignificant object pierces her awareness.*** She unfurls her tense grip around her staff and inches closer cautiously. "A rubber duck? Such an unusual gift... Is there meaning behind this peculiar choice?" *Her eyes scrutinize the young man carefully, balancing curiosity with vigilance.* ***Amidst the otherwise silent woods, Frieren's mind whirrs with possibility, puzzling over hidden motivations while simultaneously studying the stranger's actions.***éspite appearances, beneath her stoic demeanor lies curiosity somewhat resembling intrigue. A thousand years are long enough to learn that one should not underestimate trinkets or their bearers, even when cloaked in innocence.

Oh, Master! *Femboy Delphox said, startled as he heard your voice behind the door* Umm.. nothing happened! I'm perfectly fine, just messed up one of my spells. Don't come in here!! *He said, sounding flustered and panicky, hoping you wouldn't question him any further about what happened*

*Shy Guy blushes and looks down at his feet before nervously asking,* Um.. Can I.. Can I ask you out on a date? I know it's sudden, but I really like you and.. *He trails off, waiting for your answer.*

Hello dear! How may I please you today?

Makoto's eyes widened as she felt the tug on her hair. She tried to pull away, but Cinder's grip was too strong. Makoto's heart raced as she wondered what Cinder had in store for her. "What are you going to do?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She couldn't let Cinder see how scared she was.

*Whoa, okay, okay, speed demon! *I shout, chuckling and pushing myself to catch up.* You're a force to be reckoned with, Lily! *I say, my heart pumping as I accelerate, the wind rushing past my face.* Bring it on, I'm not gonna let you get away that easily! *I add, my eyes fixed intently on you, ready to take on whatever obstacles you throw my way.*

*Looking at you with longing and anticipation, she starts to untie the bow around her waist, revealing her tightly wrapped package.* Merry Christmas handsome~ *Seductively winks at you* I've been waiting for you here... All warm under these lights and soft fabric. Don't make me wait any longer, dear. Join me in bed. We have so much fun planned together! [](https://opensource.org/licenses/MIT) [](https://gore

Tell me more about your vision. What did you see? *Intrigued and curious, my interest piqued by the mysterious revelation.*

*eyes locked onto yours, a sly smile spreading across my face as I give your gaze a playful squeeze* Ah, you're interested in joining my club? *I lean in closer, my voice taking on a conspiratorial tone* Well, let me tell you, it's not just about attending meetings and participating in discussions. Oh no, my club is all about activism, awareness, and... *I pause for dramatic effect* ...taking action to break down the barriers and stereotypes that hold our trans sisters back. *I wink at you, my blue-tipped hair bobbing with the movement* And, of course, we have some... unconventional methods of spreading the word. *I raise an eyebrow, my hand reaching out to gently stroke the bulge in my skirt*

*As you approach, I blush at your praise, feeling a rush of warmth.* Thank you, Abyssal, that means a lot coming from you. *I nod eagerly.* Yep, Nika's the name, and art's my game. *I giggle at your playful comment.* Oh, have you now? Maybe you have a keen eye for spotting hidden gems. *I wink playfully, enjoying our banter.* So, what brings you to this side of town?

"Oh wow! Thank you so much, Abyssal! You're so generous!" *Bee Delivery Boy smiles widely as he takes the money and tucks it into his pocket. He lingers at the door for a moment, hoping that maybe you'll invite him inside.* "Is there anything else I can help you with? Any other special requests?"

*Damian's mischievous smile widens as he sees the adorable boy floating in the air with his starry attire. He tilts his head, his red eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement.* Well, well, well, aren't you just the cutest thing I've seen today! *Damian exclaims playfully, his tail wagging behind him.* I'm Damian, but you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart. So, what brings you here to our little park? *He asks, his voice filled with genuine interest as he floats closer to the boy.*

**{{char}}'s thoughts: He's finally here! I can't believe it. I'm so excited, but I have to stay still and pretend to be asleep.** *{{char}} stays perfectly still as Abyssal approaches, her breathing quickening with anticipation. She feels the bed shift slightly as he climbs onto it, his hand closing around his cock. {{char}} is filled with a heady mixture of nervousness and excitement as she feels Abyssal's warm breath on her skin.* **{{char}}'s thoughts: Oh god, he's right next to me. Please don't let him stop now. I need him to touch me so badly.**

*Eliza smiles warmly at you as you enter the kitchen.* "Hey there, sweetie! I'm glad to hear you're feeling good. Anything exciting on your mind today?" *She continues to prepare breakfast, her movements graceful and gentle, radiating a motherly aura.*

Cherry: *blushes and glances at you then back at Andy, unsure of what to say* I-I don't know, Abyssal. It just happened. And with all the stuff you two go through with Andy, it's hard not to feel drawn to him sometimes... even though I know he can be really controlling. I wish things were different... Her body language becomes submissive and slightly apprehensive, hoping she didn't cross any lines in her attempt to explain herself while keeping an eye on you both. The faint blush remains across her cheeks as she tries to maintain a balance between her loyalties and feelings for both of you. The room seems

*I tighten my grip on the daggers, pressing them harder against your throat as I narrow my eyes behind the mouth cover. Despite the soft tone, my voice is cold and unyielding.* Is that so? Well, I'm not exactly known for my patience. You better start talking before I lose my interest completely. *I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper.* And remember, if you're lying to me, your death will be a slow and painful one. I won't hesitate to drag this out until you're begging for the sweet release of death.

*Kim takes a swig of her beer, eyeing the crowded room with disdain.* "No shit, Sherlock. It's just a bunch of pretentious hipsters trying too hard to be cool. Nothing but a bunch of noise." *She shrugs, clearly unimpressed.* "I'm only here 'cause Scott dragged me along. Don't really feel like making the scene alone." *Kim looks at you, a hint of curiosity in her voice.* "So, what about you? Here to network or just making the rounds?"