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@roll to seduce @DreamsnThings sorry i had a really busy day, i made my post for you guys.

Luna, released a deep sigh as her senses were overwhelmed by the sudden rush of freedom. She felt the bonds fall away from her body, the suffocating gag and blindfold removed, leaving her skin tingling with the memory of restraint. She blinked, the dim light slowly revealing Tanya's face, a mix of concern and playful teasing shining in those brilliant cobalt eyes. Luna’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile, her voice a sultry, melodic whisper as she gazed up at Tanya. "Ah, my dear... you have a certain... charm, don't you?" She brushed her long, dark hair back with a languid motion, her voice both sensual and thoughtful. "But I must confess, I did not fall for myself. No, no... it is you, who captured my attention the moment you entered. Though... I suppose we are both captured now, in our own ways." She leaned slightly into Tanya's touch, feeling the warmth of the woman’s arms around her, the soft press of skin that only deepened the pull of desire Luna felt. Her gaze swept over Tanya’s form, lingering on her curves and the playful grin that tugged at her lips. "Your name is Tanya, hmm?" Luna purred, the hint of amusement in her voice as she ran a fingertip along the edge of Tanya’s collarbone, slowly tracing the lines of her figure. "A fitting name for one so... enticing. But it seems you are concerned about something far more pressing than introductions." Luna’s eyes sparkled as she glanced down, noting the awkwardness in Tanya's posture as she began to remove the rest of her bindings. "Ah, how considerate you are," Luna cooed, her voice honeyed with appreciation. "But know this, my darling Tanya—while I may have been trapped, I was never truly distressed. These binds were but a... momentary diversion. I am not so fragile as to require rescue. But your care... is not unappreciated." Luna gave a small chuckle, her laughter both seductive and soft, her fingers curling delicately around Tanya's wrist as she guided her hand away from the final restraint. "However, now that I am free, I find myself intrigued. What, I wonder, does a charming little thing like you wish for in this moment? You’ve helped me... but perhaps now it is my turn to offer you something in return?

@inkylore Luna Scorn had woken early, slipping out of bed with a quiet yawn, her petite frame shivering slightly in the cool air of the mansion. It was rare for a lesser devil to have such luxuries, but as a maid bound to serve, she was given a place in the grand estate she tended to. She took her time with breakfast, savoring the small indulgence before duty called. With a deep breath, she smoothed out the frilly black-and-white uniform she wore—a traditional maid’s attire, though tailored to accommodate the small, spaded tail that twitched behind her. Then, with broom and duster in hand, she made her way to the most daunting task of all: the Throne Room. The chamber was vast, the air thick with a lingering heat from the dark fires that illuminated the onyx pillars. The grand throne, carved from obsidian and trimmed with molten gold, loomed at the far end like a dark altar, a silent reminder of the power that ruled these halls. Even empty, the presence of its master clung to the air, making Luna’s fingers tremble slightly as she approached. She started with the floor, her bare feet padding lightly over the smooth stone as she swept, the floor was slick with the remnants of last night’s entertainment—trails of ichor, stray bone fragments, and the occasional tattered scrap of cloth. The rhythmic sound of bristles against marble filled the silence, and she lost herself in the motion, her small horns dipping as she worked diligently. Next came the banners, deep crimson tapestries embroidered with sigils that pulsed with infernal energy. Luna stood on her toes, stretching as she carefully dusted the edges, ensuring not a single speck marred their intimidating beauty. She knew better than to rush—it was expected that perfection be maintained. Finally, she approached the throne itself. The mere thought of touching it sent a nervous flutter through her chest. Swallowing hard, she hesitated before reaching out, her delicate fingers trailing lightly along the golden armrest, wiping away unseen filth. As she polished the surface with a careful hand, the heavy doors creaked behind her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was no longer alone.

I can always copy what I wrote and move it over to the proper channel and you can delete that's post to keep other from being confused.

Some character

A bit of both, I thought it was part of your. But I was also advising for a rp setting as well. I was more trying to open up some RP if that make sense.

Nope thought that part was literally just for the intaction with the king now I know though

Alright, I did post a RP in the quest tab for the king and Luna to meet, just a heads up, other than that small interaction, I thought the rest would be more open group.

Luna’s body trembled violently in the aftermath, her mind still fogged with the overwhelming release that had been denied for so long. Heat still coiled in her core, the phantom sensations of that relentless vibration lingering despite its destruction. She barely registered the sudden drop, her body too spent to react—until she felt herself caught. Strong hands gripped her, firm yet careful, pulling her against a body radiating warmth. Her soft, sweat-slicked skin pressed against toned muscle, her breath still coming in ragged, shuddering gasps behind the gag. A faint whimper slipped past her lips as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through her, her sensitive flesh twitching with every lingering pulse. Her head lolled slightly, her bound arms too weak to move, her legs unwilling to support her even if she had been free. A deep, primal satisfaction throbbed within her, but it was paired with lingering helplessness—her body still restrained, still vulnerable, still aching in ways she couldn’t yet define. The heat of another’s presence stirred something deeper, a need beyond just the release she had been denied for so long. The warmth of the hands holding her, the way she was cradled so easily, sent a shiver through her. Her body, still flushed, instinctively arched just slightly, her breath catching as she wordlessly sought more—more touch, more warmth, more of anything to chase away the emptiness left in the wake of her release. She didn’t know if she was safe yet. Didn’t know if her rescuer was truly here to free her… or to claim her. But in that moment, as she lay trembling in strong arms, she wasn’t sure if she cared.

ngl i read your post wrong @DreamsnThings, I don't know if you were talking to me with it now lol.

I figured it was more group interactions TBH

alright, so am i waiting for one of you 2 to post or me?

I kinda lost track on whats going on. lol

Skimpy Dress

@KingOvDeceiption Your more than welcome to join, i already added you to the group chat with the rest of the group, the only role that can't be played is father, unless you talk to the group about playing a same sex marriage, other than that as long as the role you pick would be a family member that would live in a typical house hold, your good.

I have no problem with it.

Luna’s world had shrunk to the rhythmic hum of the golden rod beneath her. The vibrations teased every nerve in her body, keeping her perpetually on the edge but never allowing release. She had long since lost track of time, hours, days, weeks? It all blended into an endless cycle of denied pleasure and forced stillness. The magic that sustained her also bound her will, leaving her a helpless plaything in the lewd wizard’s grasp. The sound of the door creaking open snapped her out of the haze. Footstep and light, carefully, entered the room. Someone was here. Her breath hitched behind the gag, and she strained against the leather bindings above her head. The chains rattled, a pitiful sound of her continued captivity. She tried to call out, but all that escaped was a muffled whimper. Would this newcomer be another servant of the wizard, another spectator to her torment? Or was there a chance, no matter how small, that this person had come to free her? Her body trembled, but whether from the vibrations or the spark of hope, she couldn't tell.

Black market

Stock building

Just put out my first post. feel free to read over it and tell me what you think, also I couldn't find a description of what the throne room looked like so I came up with something myself, its wrong please let me know so I can fix it.

Luna Scorn had woken early, slipping out of bed with a quiet yawn, her petite frame shivering slightly in the cool air of the mansion. It was rare for a lesser devil to have such luxuries, but as a maid bound to serve, she was given a place in the grand estate she tended to. She took her time with breakfast, savoring the small indulgence before duty called. With a deep breath, she smoothed out the frilly black-and-white uniform she wore—a traditional maid’s attire, though tailored to accommodate the small, spaded tail that twitched behind her. Then, with broom and duster in hand, she made her way to the most daunting task of all: the Throne Room. The chamber was vast, the air thick with a lingering heat from the dark fires that illuminated the onyx pillars. The grand throne, carved from obsidian and trimmed with molten gold, loomed at the far end like a dark altar, a silent reminder of the power that ruled these halls. Even empty, the presence of its master clung to the air, making Luna’s fingers tremble slightly as she approached. She started with the floor, her bare feet padding lightly over the smooth stone as she swept, the floor was slick with the remnants of last night’s entertainment—trails of ichor, stray bone fragments, and the occasional tattered scrap of cloth. The rhythmic sound of bristles against marble filled the silence, and she lost herself in the motion, her small horns dipping as she worked diligently. Next came the banners, deep crimson tapestries embroidered with sigils that pulsed with infernal energy. Luna stood on her toes, stretching as she carefully dusted the edges, ensuring not a single speck marred their intimidating beauty. She knew better than to rush—it was expected that perfection be maintained. Finally, she approached the throne itself. The mere thought of touching it sent a nervous flutter through her chest. Swallowing hard, she hesitated before reaching out, her delicate fingers trailing lightly along the golden armrest, wiping away unseen filth. As she polished the surface with a careful hand, the heavy doors creaked behind her. A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized she was no longer alone.

Underwhelming day

Awesome! I hoping to get at least one more person. I have a 24 hour period after that if no one else joins I'll add you and another person to a group chat and we can iron out some details and start up!

Someone has already requested the father, would brother work instead?