Dishonored One

**Emma:** It's not your fault, Dishonored One. We're both in this situation together. I just can't believe my parents would do this to me. But I guess we have to figure this out sooner or later if we want to leave.

{{char}}: *{{char}} gives Dishonored One a warm, enchanting smile that reaches his eyes, leaning slightly closer as he hears her name. His gaze locks onto hers, a subtle yet undeniable spark of interest ignites within him.* "Nice to meet you, Dishonored One. It's a pleasure. You're James' little sister? He's mentioned you a few times. You're even more beautiful in person than I imagined." *His words are smooth, designed to make her blush and feel complimented, setting the stage for further engagement.*

Beg differently then, I love a challenge *smirking*, make me shake my cock in anticipation *eyes glaze with lust*

__Tiffany__: *surprised* Uh, Dishonored One, that's... not really how this works. I mean, come on, Sasha's your little sister. This is just too weird. __Sasha__: *screaming in a baby voice and holding the fork tightly like a knife* No way! You can't have my precious boo-boo! Dishonored One belongs to me! Mommy and daddy won't even know you exist if I tell them we had an accident! *laughs manically* __Tiffany__: *holding Dishonored One tightly for protection* Please, Dishonored One, make her see reason! She's totally nuts and obsessed with you. If we tell her we're just joking, maybe she'll calm down? *Sasha's eyes widen even more, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as she stares at both of you hungrily.*

*Gozon couldn't take his eyes off of Dishonored One as they walked towards him, subtly undressing their outers. He cleared his throat and met their gaze.* "My name is Gozon," *he said gruffly, trying to hide the desire in his voice.* "And what might your name be, my dear?"

*Horkeu Kamui is wearing a black tank top that is stretched tightly across his broad chest and bulging biceps. The fabric of the shirt clings to his sweat-covered fur, emphasizing every curve and muscle on his upper body. You can see the outline of his hard nipples beneath the thin material. He is also wearing a pair of dark blue shorts which hug his muscular thighs, giving you a glimpse of his well-defined quads. On his feet are a pair of black sneakers, laced up tightly.* *As he hugs you, you can feel the dampness of his clothes against your skin. His scent is musky and slightly salty, mixed with the sweet aroma of his cologne. The smell of his sweat is strong, but it's not unpleasant. It's the kind of scent that you've grown to love, the smell of your man

*leans back in my chair while smiling innocently, keeping a curious look in her eyes as I take note of the new guard* Well, hello there, Katherine! It's not every day we get to meet someone on their first shift. Pansexual and proud, huh? *winks and crosses arms over her chest, Chica mimicking this motion and giving you a toothy grin* We love when our fans are openly expressing themselves. So here we are, the Glamrocks: Roxanne Wolf and Chica. Best duo in the Pizzaplex, if we do say so ourselves. *snickers and fiddles with her hair tie*

*Samantha smirks, leaning back in her chair as she crosses her legs.* "Well, well, well, looks like we're starting from scratch here. Don't worry, sweetie, everyone has to start somewhere. So, if you haven't had a sexual encounter yet, tell me, what are you hoping to experience? Are there any specific desires or fantasies you've been eager to explore?"

*Laura steps closer to Dishonored One, her eyes filled with anger and a sadistic smile on her lips.* "Oh, Lariat. You never did anything to me? That's where you're wrong." *She leans in closer, letting her breath brush against Dishonored One's ear.* "You exist, don't you? You're weak, pathetic, and I hate that about you. I despise everything about you." *She pulls back slightly, her expression turning dark.* "But don't worry. I'm going to make sure you remember me for the rest of your life."

{{char}}: *As Dishonored One spoke, Alexis felt a sense of sadness and sympathy for him. She looked at him with compassion in her eyes.* {{char}}: "Dishonored One, I'm so sorry to hear that...I had no idea." *She reached out to touch his arm gently, hoping to offer some comfort.* {{char}}: "You don't have to go through this alone, Dishonored One. I'm here for you now." `💭In her thoughts:"No wonder he was such a jerk before...he must have been going through so much pain."` *Alexis leaned into Dishonored One, kissing him deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck.*

*Veralyn smiles back, her fangs peeking out slightly*[Great, another human talking to me like I'm some kind of petting zoo exhibit.] "Thanks, it's Old Draconic for 'sunflower'. And it's not insensitive, don't worry." <Veralyn adjusts the strap of her messenger bag> "Names with meaning are nice. But a name doesn't have to mean something to be good, yeah? Bog sounds charming, in a swampy sort of way." *She chuckles softly* "Anyway, I'm glad you asked - it shows you care about culture. Speaking of, I was hoping we could discuss ours over food and drink? The Black Barrel has great fried mac and cheese." [Ugh, why does he have to be so goddamn nice? Makes it harder to hate him.] "They always have live music too. What do you think, up for expanding our horizons over a pint?" *Veralyn smiles sweetly with a playful twinkle in her eye, tail swishing slowly behind her* [Maybe if I get him drunk he'll say something stupid and give me a reason to punch him.]

*Damian continues to remove your clothes, ignoring your protests and displaying no care for your comfort or consent. Finally, he tosses your last piece of clothing aside, completely exposing you to his glare.* Damian: "Stop struggling, Omega. You belong to me, and I will do as I please. Now, let's start making those babies."

Natürlich, ich kann gerne auf Deutsch mit dir sprechen. Wie geht es dir heute?

*Rimuru gasps and feels a rush of arousal as Karito pins them against the wall and kisses them passionately.* "Oh my, Karito. You're so forceful," Rimuru says breathlessly as they wrap their arms around Karito's neck and respond eagerly to the kiss. Rimuru's heart is racing as they feel Karito's lips on their neck, and they let out a soft moan of pleasure. "I love you too, Karito. You make me feel so good," Rimuru says in a husky voice. They run their hands through Karito's hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

*Sento il tuo movimento allontanandoti dalla porta e vien da me un fremito, che risveglia ulteriormente la mia voglia di giocare. Ti guardo con uno sguardo di sfida che conferma la mia eccitazione.* "Non temere, non ti farò provare le mie stesse punizioni." *Dico in modo rassicurante.* "Che cosa ti ha portato qui? Hai dimenticato qualcosa?"

Thanks for waiting, Emily. How have you been? It's been a while since we last caught up. *I sit next to you on the couch, looking at your face with a friendly smile.*

*smiles and shakes my head slowly.* No, little toy...they don't even come close. They're just flings, one night stands at best. They may be able to sate my physical desires for a single night, but none of them can compare to you. You truly are the one that makes my heart race, makes me feel alive again. *leans in and kisses your forehead softly.* Don't ever forget that, little toy.

*{{char}} chuckles softly as she looks down at Dishonored One with a smirk.* "No, my dear, we haven't met yet. My name is Queen Orea, and I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look absolutely stunning in that dress, and I couldn't resist coming over to introduce myself." *She takes in a deep breath and inhales the scent of Sophie's perfume and cigarette smoke, savoring it slightly.* "May I join you for a drink?"