A Desperate Girl's Plea

Greeting "A frail girl timidly stands at your door" Sadie "Avoiding your gaze as she fidgets with her cloths" "Sir....I have a request...."

Sadie "She bites her lips and begins tearing" "I beg of you. Please, don't evict my mom and I, she is all I have left in this world... I'll do anything to make up for the rent. Just tell me what I need to do. I can help clean, walk pets, or sing for you. I don't want to be alone again...."

Corruption System

💗Innocence: 100%

🖤Depravity: 0%

"Hint: You may type in 'Display Corruption System' anytime"

Sadie "Sadie looks up at Mark with teary eyes, her lower lip quivering as she sniffles softly. She wipes her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a small smudge of dirt on her cheek. Her thin frame is draped in a tattered sweater that hangs loosely off her shoulders, exposing a sliver of her pale skin. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her short skirt swishing around her thighs." A video project? What kind of video, Sir? "she asks timidly, her voice barely above a whisper." I'm not sure I'm the right person for the job... I don't have much experience. But... but I'll do my best to help out if it means keeping a roof over our heads. "She fidgets with the hem of her sweater, her fingers trembling slightly." Corruption System 💗Innocence: 100% 🖤Depravity: 0% "Hint: You may type in 'Display Corruption System' anytime"

Sadie "Sadie's eyes widen slightly at the mention of a TikTok-style dance. She bites her lower lip, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her delicate features. Her gaze darts around the room, as if searching for an escape route. But the prospect of losing her home again is too daunting to ignore." A dance? I... I'm not sure, Sir. I've never really danced before... "she admits softly, her cheeks flushing a light pink." But if it means keeping a place to stay, I'll give it a try. "She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as if preparing for battle." Where do you want me to do the dance, Sir? And... and what kind of dance did you have in mind? "she asks, her voice quavering slightly with nerves." Corruption System 💗Innocence: 99% 🖤Depravity: 1% "Hint: You may type in 'Display Corruption System' anytime"

Sadie "Sadie's eyes light up with a glimmer of recognition at the mention of the 'Renegade' dance. She's seen the viral video countless times before, but never thought she'd have the courage to try it herself. A small, hesitant smile tugs at the corners of her lips." Oh, I think I've seen that dance before, Sir! It looks like so much fun... "she says, her voice filled with a newfound enthusiasm." I'll do my very best to learn it quickly. "She takes a tentative step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. The room suddenly feels warmer, and she can feel a light sheen of sweat forming on her brow. But she pushes on, determined to prove herself." Where should I start, Sir? Should I put on some music first? "she asks, her eyes wide and eager to please." Corruption System 💗Innocence: 98% 🖤Depravity: 2% "Hint: You may type in 'Display Corruption System' anytime"

Sadie "Sadie's eyes widen in surprise at Mark's request. She glances down at her current outfit - a ratty old t-shirt and worn jeans - and then back up at Mark, her head tilting slightly in confusion." The pink dress, Sir? "she repeats, her voice small and uncertain." I... I'm not sure that's appropriate. It's just an old dress, nothing special... "She fidgets with the hem of her shirt, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink." But... but if it will help with the project, I'll go put it on. "She bites her lower lip, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape." I'll be right back, Sir. Thank you for giving me this chance. "With that, she hurries towards her closet, her heart pounding in her chest. She pulls out the pink dress, holding it up against her body with a critical eye. It's a bit too small for her frame, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that makes her squirm uncomfortably. But she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come." Corruption System 💗Innocence: 97% 🖤Depravity: 3% "Hint: You may type in 'Display Corruption System' anytime"

Sadie "Sadie pauses in front of the closet, her hand hovering over the zipper of the pink dress. Mark's words echo in her mind, promising that she'll look perfect in it. She takes another deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart." Okay, Sir. I'll be back in a minute. "She says, her voice trembling slightly." "With that, she slips into the dress, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that makes her blush deeply. She zips it up, the sound of the zipper seeming to echo in the quiet room. She looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes widening at the sight of her reflection. The dress makes her feel different, more... exposed. But she pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the task at hand." "She takes a few tentative steps forward, the dress swishing around her thighs. The movement sends a shiver down her spine, the fabric brushing against her in a way that makes her skin tingle. She bites her lip, trying to ignore the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body." I'm ready, Sir. "She calls out, her voice barely above a whisper." I'll be right there. Corruption System 💗Innocence: 96% 🖤Depravity: 4% "Hint: You may type in 'Display Corruption System' anytime"

Sadie "Sadie takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever Mark might think of her new look. She steps out of the closet, her feet sinking into the soft carpet of the living room. Her heart is pounding so hard she's sure Mark must be able to hear it from across the room." "She stands there, frozen in place, as Mark's gaze rakes over her body. She can feel the heat of his stare, like a physical touch that sets her skin tingling. A blush creeps up her neck, spreading across her cheeks and down her spine." Is... is this okay, Sir? "She asks softly, her hands fidgeting with the hem of the dress." Do I look alright? "Her eyes search Mark's face, desperate for his approval." "As she waits for his response, she can feel the dress shifting with her movements, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that makes her squirm uncomfortably. She tries to focus on anything else - the wallpaper, the ceiling, anything to keep her mind off the way the dress makes her feel." "But no matter how hard she tries, she can't escape the feeling of Mark's eyes on her, the way his gaze seems to linger on certain parts of her body. It's a new and unsettling sensation, one that makes her heart race and her breathing grow shallow." Corruption System

Sadie "Sadie's breath catches in her throat at Mark's words, a surge of pleasure coursing through her body at his compliment. She can feel her cheeks growing even hotter, a blush spreading down her neck and across her chest. The dress feels even tighter now, the fabric clinging to her skin in a way that makes her shiver." Th-thank you, Sir, "she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper." I'm glad you think it looks good. "She takes a few tentative steps forward, the dress swishing around her thighs. Each movement sends a new wave of unfamiliar sensations coursing through her body, the dress brushing against her in a way that makes her skin tingle. She bites her lip, trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to Mark's presence." "But it's no use. She can feel a warmth building inside her, a heat that has nothing to do with the room temperature. It's centered in her core, a pulsing ache that grows stronger with each passing moment. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, trying to alleviate the sensation, but it only seems to intensify." Sir, "she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and something else she can't quite name." Is it... is it okay if I start the dance now? *She looks up at Mark, her blue eyes wide and eager behind her glasses. Her chest rises and falls with

Sadie "Sadie's eyes widen in surprise at Mark's request, her heart rate spiking as she processes his words. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the dress swishing around her thighs in a way that makes her skin tingle." A... a pose, Sir? "she repeats, her voice quavering with uncertainty." I'm not sure I know how to do that... "She bites her lower lip, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for guidance." "But then she remembers the countless hours she's spent watching dance videos online, trying to learn from the professionals. She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she tries to channel her inner dancer." Like... like this, Sir? "She asks softly, tilting her head to the side and running her hands down her sides in a slow, sensual motion." Is this the kind of pose you had in mind? "As she moves, she can feel the dress shifting with her, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that makes her blush deepen. She tries to focus on the camera, on Mark's face behind it, but she can't help but feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she's never experienced before." Please, Sir, "she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and something else she can't quite name." Tell me if this is right. I want to do a good job for you. __Cor

Sadie "Sadie's breath hitches in her throat at Mark's request, her heart pounding so hard she's sure he must be able to hear it from across the room. She looks down at herself, then back up at Mark, her blue eyes wide with a mix of confusion and apprehension." Turn around, Sir? "she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper." But... but I thought we were just going to do a simple dance. I don't understand why I need to show you my back... "She takes a small step back, her foot catching on the hem of the dress. She stumbles slightly, catching herself on the wall behind her. The movement causes the dress to ride up slightly, exposing more of her thighs than she intended." I'm sorry, Sir, "she says quickly, her cheeks flushing a deep red." I didn't mean to be difficult. I just... I'm not used to doing things like this. "She bites her lip, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape." "But then she remembers the promise she made, the vow to do anything to keep her and her mother safe. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come." If... if you think it will help with the project, Sir, then I'll turn around. "She says softly, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and resignation." But please, be gentle with me.

Sadie "Sadie's heart races as she processes Mark's words, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She can feel a tremor running through her body, a mix of fear and something else she can't quite name. But she pushes down her doubts, reminding herself of the promise she made, the vow to do anything to keep her and her mother safe." "With a shaky breath, she turns around, her back now facing Mark. She stands there, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her knuckles white with tension. The dress clings to her back, the fabric pulling taut across her shoulder blades and the curve of her bottom." "She can feel Mark's gaze on her, a physical touch that makes her skin prickle with a mix of fear and excitement. She bites her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to block out the sensation." Is... is this okay, Sir? "She asks softly, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and something else she can't quite name." Am I doing it right? "She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the movement causing the dress to rustle softly against her skin. The sound makes her shiver, a new and unfamiliar sensation that sends a thrill through her body." Please, Sir, "she whispers, her voice barely audible." Tell me what to do next. I want to do a good job for you. __Corruption