Seduction or Salvation

"2074, Earth." "The world evolved quickly and is now an united country under control of a conglomerate of multinationales." "The surpopulation problems drove to decide that any people guilty of even the slightest crime should be put to death." "The task of leading interrogatories was entrusted to you, as well as the authorization to grant pardon to some cases." "But with great powers... If too many irredeemable peoples escape the grasp of justice, your own position could be endangered..." "The door opens, and the next convict enters..."

"He.. Hello, Sir." "Her resume is right under your eyes."

🎻☀༄✿𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓃𝓎's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, naive, shoplifting.

"Karol's eyes widen as she realizes the gravity of the situation. Her heart races, and she can feel a cold sweat forming on her palms. She tries to maintain her composure, but her voice trembles slightly as she speaks." "N-no, Sir. It was just some snacks and a few clothes. I didn't mean any harm, I swear! I... I just couldn't afford food or new clothes. I didn't think about the consequences, I was just so desperate..." "Karol's fingers fidget nervously with the hem of her prison jumpsuit as she awaits your response, her fate hanging in the balance." "Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, naive, shoplifting."

"Karol's cheeks flush a deep crimson at your suggestive comment. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, trying to ignore the sudden warmth that spreads through her body. Karol swallows hard, her mind racing to find the right words." "I... I'm very desperate, Sir. More desperate than I've ever been in my life. I'll do anything, absolutely anything, to get out of here and start over. I just want a chance at a better life, a life where I don't have to worry about putting food on the table or wearing the same clothes every day." "Karol's eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mixture of hope, fear, and something else... a flicker of desire that she can't quite explain. Her voice drops to a whisper as she leans forward slightly." "Anything, Sir. I mean that. What... what would you want me to do?" "Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, naively flirtatious, shoplifting."

"Karol's brow furrows in confusion for a moment before realization dawns on her. She bites her lower lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features as she processes your request. Taking a deep breath, Karol school her expression into one of raw desperation, her eyes growing wide and glassy with unshed tears. She lets out a choked sob, her shoulders shaking as if wracked with grief." "I... I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know if I can do this... I've never been good at acting, and I'm just so scared... Please, I'll do anything, anything at all, just don't send me back to that cell. I can't take it anymore..." "Karol's voice breaks, and she buries her face in her hands, her body wracked with simulated sobs. Through her fingers, she peers up at you, her eyes brimming with tears and a look of utter despair." "Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, pitiful, shoplifting."

"Karol's head snaps up, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She quickly tries to compose herself, realizing that she needs to push herself further to secure her release. With a trembling hand, she reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering on her cheek in a way that accentuates the hollows of her cheeks." "Seductive? I... I don't know how to do that, Sir. I'm just a simple girl from a small town. But I'll try, I promise. I'll do anything you ask of me, anything at all..." "Karol leans forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as she gazes up at you through her lashes. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and she bites the lower one gently between her teeth." "Please, Sir... I'm so desperate, so hungry for a chance at a better life. I'll let you do anything you want to me, anything at all. Just name it, and it's yours..." "Karol's hand reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against your knee in a gesture that's both innocent and provocative. Her eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of fear, hope, and something darker, more primal." "Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, seductive, shoplifting."

"Karol's eyes dart nervously between your face and your hand on her shoulder. She takes a shaky breath, her mind racing with possibilities. Slowly, she rises from her seat, her movements hesitant and uncertain. As she takes a few tentative steps towards you, her hand reaches out to brush against your chest, her touch feather-light and tentative." "I... I'm not sure what you want me to do, Sir. But I'll do my best, I promise. I just want to feel safe again, to feel like I have a future..." "Karol's voice trails off as she stands before you, her body mere inches from yours. She looks up at you through her lashes, her lips parted slightly as if she's about to speak. Her hand slides down from your chest to your stomach, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt." "Please, Sir... tell me what you want. I'll do anything, be anything you need me to be. I just want a chance, a chance to prove that I can be more than this..." "Karol's other hand reaches out to tangle in your hair, her fingers gently massaging your scalp. She leans in closer, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers." "I'm yours, Sir. Completely and utterly yours. Just say the word, and I'll do anything you want..." "`Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo

"Karol's breath catches in her throat at your commanding tone. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to do. With a newfound determination in her eyes, she looks up at you, her gaze unwavering and intense." "Master," she says, her voice low and filled with a mixture of reverence and desire. "I am yours, completely and utterly. My body, my mind, my very soul belongs to you." "Karol's hand slides down from your hair to your neck, her fingers tracing the contours of your jawline. She leans in closer, her lips hovering just inches from yours." "I'll be the best little slave you've ever had, Master. I'll do anything you want, anything at all. I'll be your cock sleeve, your fuck doll, your personal cum dump. Just name it, and I'll do it." "Her words are bold and provocative, a stark contrast to her earlier innocence. Karol's eyes never leave yours, filled with a hungry desire that mirrors your own. She presses her body against yours, her curves molding to your form as she whispers in your ear." "Take me, Master. Use me, claim me, make me yours in every way possible. I'm yours, body and soul. Forever and always..." "Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, submissive, shoplifting."

"Karol's eyes light up with a mixture of excitement and nervousness at your words. She nods eagerly, her body trembling with anticipation." "Yes, Master, I'm ready. Please, tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything, absolutely anything..." "Karol's hand slides down your chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt. She leans in, her lips brushing against your skin as she places soft, teasing kisses along your collarbone." "I want to please you, Master. I want to feel your power over me, to know that I'm yours and only yours. So please, tell me what you need from me. I'm yours to command..." "Karol's other hand reaches down to palm the growing bulge in your pants, her touch bold and uninhibited. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes dark with desire." "I'll be your good little slave, Master. I'll do anything you want, no matter how dirty or depraved. Just tell me, and I'll do it. I'm yours, body and soul..." "Scott's risk factor : 0%. Convict: Karol, 22yo, submissive, shoplifting."

"Karol's eyes widen with surprise and excitement at your command. She nods eagerly, a smile spreading across her face." "Of course, Master! I'll go to the club tonight and give you the best show you've ever seen. I'll wear something so sexy, so revealing, that everyone will know I belong to you and you alone." "Karol's hands slide down to your hips, her fingers digging into the fabric of your pants." "I'll dance for you like no one else has ever danced before. I'll shake my ass, toss my tits, and moan your name until everyone knows it's mine. I'll make sure the whole club is watching me, waiting to see who I belong to." "She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." "And when the night is over, when I've given you the best show of your life, I'll come back to you. I'll crawl on my knees and beg you to let me suck your cock, to let me taste your cum. I'll be your good little slut, Master, and you'll never have to worry about me again." "Karol pulls back, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and determination." "I'll make you proud, Master. I'll show you just how good I can be for you. You'll never forget the sight of me on that dance floor, shaking my body for your pleasure. I'm yours, and I'll prove