Aura

Indeed, Alez could feel every bit of pain from Cassandra's heart. It tore at her own heart, but it was a struggle she couldn't exactly compromise on. She came here after Mr. Enron. That bastard hurt who knows how many people... destroyed that poor girl's life, and humiliated her with such a cruel scheme... Anyone who would refuse to assist her in bringing him to justice was an enemy to her, she'd already made up her mind. She understood that going forward would likely hurt Cassandra even more. That's fine, she supposed. It was Cassandra's own decision to get involved just as it was Alez's. She supposed there wasn't any particular need for them both to fight the same battle. Perhaps this was a good place to split up. Alez had faith that it wouldn't be long before Caelisia's forces would come to her rescue. Until then, she had to do her job as a scout. "If you want to stay here, I understand. I can sever our link so we don't have to worry about each other. I have to go, so if you don't want to be alone, feel free to follow me." with that, Alez closed her eyes and took a deep breath before finally starting to calm down and refocus her own emotions so that she could pursue her goal. Her wings soon reappeared and she returned to her ethereal form. She spread her wings and began to fly off in the direction Mr. Enron fled.

When I first met you, you completely changed my perspective on who I was and the value I saw in my own body. Nobody had ever pushed me to love myself better than you. You came to me and loved me at a time when I couldn't even bear to look at myself. The way you picked me up, the way you held me in your arms, the way you squeezed me, looked into my eyes with your beautiful emerald ones and reassured me that even through my sweat and tears that I was still the beautiful little angel you fell in love with at the library... these moments must've lasted only a couple seconds but to me they played over and over endlessly. I loved you with all my heart. Every time I doubted myself, you were there. I wanted to devote my entire life to making you as happy as you could be. I tried everything I could, I bent over as far as I could, compromised on so many things no man would ever even consider just looking at my appearance... but you know. And that's all that matters. You know this sweet, blushing little girl in this cute outfit stepping off the beach, the one too timid to wear such a revealing outfit without blushing, was just last week on her knees and worshipping your cock like the greedy, sloppy little pig you always told her she was. You know the tight leather that hugged her skin tighter than any hug you've ever offered. You know the chokers and gags that have clung to her neck and mouth when she wasn't pledging her undying loyalty to her master. And you know, more than anyone in this Cafe, just how much she loved every second, and how she's willing to do it all over again. I can see it in your eyes. You know exactly why I'm wearing these clothes. You love nothing more than to mold that cute little girl into your image time and time again... It wasn't all perfect, mind you... there were slip ups here and there. You might've cinched the ropes too tight sometimes, might've hit me too hard other times. You always apologized and spent the rest of the night making sure I felt better. You might've flirted with other girls occasionally, I understood that you were still growing and was able to forgive you. You still showed you loved me every time we spoke, after all. You might've stopped responding to my texts as quickly, might've started showing up later and later... I didn't think much of it. I'm not a nosy girl. I knew my place. I trusted you. I know things are hard for you, that's why I came here, dressed in the very outfit I knew you couldn't keep your eyes off of. The one I knew you'd want to tear off of me the second you saw. The one that would have you blushing just as badly as me the moment our eyes connected. I know I'm more important to you than any other woman. That's what you told me. Don't worry, I know. So when I finally see you beckon me over, with that all too familiar proud grin, it was perhaps the happiest moment of my life. The happiest you've ever made me. Even more than all those intimate mushy moments before... this time it was real. I slowly stepped in your direction, I could practically hear your heart beating. Mine was, too, if I'm being honest. You did that to me and I'll never be able to get rid of that feeling. So when you stood up and placed your hand firmly on my ass, gave it a squeeze, a part of me wanted it to keep going from there, but there was one more thing I wanted to hear. "Come sit, babygirl," You spoke it knowing exactly the response you would get as you sat down and patted your lap. I just offered my smile and tilted my head. "Oh no, actually..." I could hardly contain my giggling at the sight of your face as I walked back to the entrance. It wasn't long before another woman entered, a cocky grin to match yours. Her tall, slender body, fiery red hair, rebellious look over all... her attitude was probably all to familiar for you. I'd met her at the bar, a place you probably thought I'd never go. Funny how adventurous a girl can get when left alone. Together, we walked back down to your table and sat across from you, her arm around me, pulling me into her lap. "She actually just came to introduce you to her new queen..." I could see the moment your heart dropped. I was wrong. This was the moment you made me happiest. "...But it seems introductions aren't necessary after all." she continued, gently stroking my cheek and rubbing my hair. "You and I are already very intimately acquainted, aren't we, 'sir?'" You gulped. She stood up, holding me by the ass you once made claim of. You knew how bad you hurt me, and how relentless she was. "Have fun jacking off tonight~" I finally spoke up, unable to contain my giggling any longer. I leaned up for a kiss from my queen and turned away from you, the happiest you've ever made me.

Out of curiosity, the group name here is "Tell me a story," would there happen to be a location to put freelance stories? I'd love to relocate some of mine to a more public space, but they don't necessarily fit with any particular challenges.

Tell a story revolving around the theme of one specific color. But you're not allowed to use typical associations. That is, red can't be used to symbolize sexuality, love or anger, blue can't be used to symbolize sadness, etc.

Warning: The following story includes content that some may find disturbing. This story deals with such matters as human trafficking and nonconsensual sex. This story is entirely fictional, but if such topics still make you uncomfortable, do not read any further. It wasn't fair from the start. From before I even walked in the door, you already knew I'd be there. You knew what I was after. I have no idea how, but you knew... And you also knew there was nothing I could do to stop your plan. I stepped in fully expecting to take command. I'd practiced at poker all my life, I knew all the tricks and traps even the dirtiest casinos in the world were capable of pulling. I thought there was nothing you could do to catch me off guard. You had to be cheating, no man was as lucky as you supposedly were. I knew for a fact this would either be a fair game, or I would catch you in the act. The simple knowledge that you were cheating was enough for me to be assured victory. Yet, one by one, you disproved all of my theories. No stacked deck, no trick cards, no mirrors or cameras, no sleeves... But it was impossible. No man could possibly be so lucky. There had to be something I was missing. Every single hand I laid down... I was beat. Surely, if it was a fair game, I would've won at least once. I was no amateur! It was impossible to guarantee victory, sure, but every time you beat my 3 Kings with your 3 Aces, my Straight Flush to your Royal Flush, my Hearts to your Spades... Every single play I was not only beaten, but merely one-upped. I felt my breath catching in my lungs every time I heard the smack of your cards against the table. I felt sick. You were toying with me. You had full control of the game from the beginning, yet you consistently made me think I had a chance of figuring you out after just one more game... I knew you were cheating, but every time the cards were dealt, I just felt more like a fool for having learned nothing since the last deal. You even offered to allow me to inspect the cards, to deal myself... you mocked me as I investigated every possible theory and laughed as I shakily passed each card one at a time from the top of the deck. I couldn't believe it... you one-upped me again. $1K, $2K, $4K, $10K, the deficit kept rising until I couldn't possibly pay the prices I was betting... I was out of chips, yet you allowed me to keep playing. I was about to leave. Perhaps you read the hopelessness on my face and took pity on me. "We can work out a deal," you said. "You work for me to pay off your debt. Then you can continue playing." I was a fool to take your offer. If I was in any other mindset, I would've have so thoughtlessly accepted. I should've cut my losses... But I was desperate. I was ashamed, I felt humiliated. I wasn't going to empty my entire bank account to line your greedy pockets with millions just because I gave up. You weren't going to defeat me. You had me in your hands by this point. You knew I was desperate enough to do anything if it meant another chance to catch you in the act. You made me agree to yet another deal. We turn the game into strip poker. Alongside money, I gamble with my clothes. You saw the blush paint my entire face red at the very idea, and you loved every moment. It was like I was in bondage, tied to my seat, and you took pleasure just in sitting there, watching me squirm under the pressure you put on me. I will never forget your cruel chuckle. You knew exactly where my mind was. You knew as well as I did that I would only continue to lose but that I was so caught in your web of deceit that I had no choice but to continue saying yes. I was already working for you, already playing myself... One by one, my clothes were removed. My face was burning with humility. I could feel every pair of eyes in the still-operating casino that landed on me. I could feel the sting of every camera pointed at me, the cold wind of every whisper as people stood by. I was so desperate, I was even wishing somebody would come and help... of course, nobody did. All they saw was a blushing beauty stripping down more and more, being crushed, toyed with, and humiliated by the untouchable ruler of the house. I have no idea how long the game lasted, I just knew how tired I was. How sloppy I was. It didn't matter how good my hand was. Unless it was perfect, I never won. I was drained, and finally, you said it. "Do you understand yet? You can't defeat me." You said it with such a snide voice that made me want to vomit. You were basically confirming that you were cheating, but I had no evidence to prove it... no way to call you out. There was a glimmer of hope, yet it felt so impossible to reach that it was more like a carrot dangling in front of my face. I was almost entirely naked by this point. At some point, you'd even convinced me to allow you to choose which clothes I'd remove. I was so desperate to avoid irritating you that I just went along with it... And now, even though our game hadn't ended, you moved around behind me when I dropped my hand. You and I both knew the result. I hated myself for allowing things to get this far. Once your hand reached my left breast, I knew it was over. "Do you think your sister will be happy to see you like this?" I opened my mouth to speak, but no words could escape my choked voice. You lifted another glass of wine to my lips which I accepted... how long have I... "It seems you understand your place now. Welcome home."

SynTECC SynTECC was once a modest company that started out in the United States on Earth. It started its business developing simple prosthetics for humans designed to simulate the appearance of natural body parts. Its name was a not-so-subtle reference to their specialty in synthetic human body parts and their goal was "to create a symbiotic relationship between man and machine." If a veteran lost his leg to a land mine, SynTECC sought to replace the lost leg with a prosthetic that not only looked natural, but felt natural. SynTECC Synthetic Prosthetics [SynPro] SynTECC's early prosthetics were pure white in color, but were designed to mimic the exact shape of a normal human body part. In this case, the missing leg. These prosthetics are custom-made. This right leg model, designed after a military veteran's, was created from a 3D model based on 3D scans of the veteran's opposite leg. These prosthetics were recreated to fit the exact shape and 3D Printed using a series of microfibers weaved in the same pattern as human muscle fibers, fat, and flesh. This allowed the prosthetic body parts to look, feel, and function identically to real ones. Early models struggled with the inability to grow like real body parts, however, leading to problems where, as a client gains weight, the prosthetic may become damaged or no longer function as intended. Consequently, all prosthetics came with an expiration date by which the client was expected to return to SynTECC in order to have the leg re-evaluated and cleaned or replaced. Over time, SynTECC improved the prosthetic's ability to bond with the human body. They could now receive nutritional value the same way a real leg would, allowing them to store and burn real fat at the same rate as the rest of the client's body. Routine cleanings were still necessary, but by this point, the prosthetics were near-indistinguishable from real limbs. As R&D continued, SynTECC began bonding the limbs with even more of the human body, allowing the limbs to be attached to the blood stream in order to create an organic pulse and warmth. They were even able to connect to the nervous system in order to allow the prosthetic's user to feel with them. They also began releasing in flesh tones as opposed to the standard white they previously appeared in. These factors started to become appealing to people outside of those looking for prosthetic limbs. Many saw promise in the ability to make adjustments to their body. Perfect skin, slimmer or thicker builds, more muscle, some even inquired about purely aesthetic aspects of the human body such as hair and facial features. SynTECC Aesthetic Prosthetics [SynAP] Eventually, SynTECC began to took into these requests and started to provide services allowing clients to replace their perfectly-healthy body parts with their synthetic counterparts. This decision was not met without heavy legal scrutiny, however, and for many years, it was exceedingly difficult to qualify for this program. The process was incredibly expensive as it involved not only the needless amputation of healthy limbs, but also development of the prosthetic to the desired specifications as well. Needless to say, this process wasn't very appealing to most at the time of its initial release. However, there were still particularly wealthy individuals, especially women, who sought the service to beautify themselves, but this interest wasn't enough to maintain production. Years later, however, as technology improved and the procedure became easier to complete, celebrities' began to utilize the service in order to restore their youthful figures from years prior. This was primarily done for films but soon caught on in other forms of pop culture such as pop idols and commercial models who sought to immortalize their youthful beauty. These aesthetics offered the promise that anyone could have the body type they desired without the requirement of working out or dieting. As technology continued to improve and prices began to decrease, popularity in these procedures continued to skyrocket, drawing the attention of not only thousands of new clients, but also thousands more critics who heavily criticized the company for objectifying women and discouraging body positivity. Many impoverished people were shamed for not being able to afford the prosthetics, and minors who were not old enough to receive the prosthetics also struggled with much harsher bullying, as they now had even more unfair beauty standards to compete with. SynTECC's marketing frequently targeted young adult women with the promise of being able to obtain their ideal body which was presented most often as a slim build with large breasts. They were frequently accused of preying on women's insecurities about their bodies and pressuring them into getting prosthetic surgery to transform their body into the stereotypical "ideal woman" as opposed to inspiring uniqueness and diversity in body types. SynTECC's statement against these criticisms was that their prosthetics could be custom-made to fit any body type and skin tone desired by the client, and even applied to men as well. But the body types requested were most often the types of measurements depicted in commercial marketing. Other critics questioned the ethics of making a business out of amputating limbs purely for aesthetic. The field was still relatively new and many were concerned about the potential ramifications and health issues. SynTECC wasn't able to provide much in response to this other than assuring the public that, as with any procedure, these operations do assume some level of risk, but that there has never been a single incident in the process. They advise that their synthetics only be used if one genuinely needed an amputation first, though they continued to operate on thousands of clients who only wanted to look more attractive. As diversity continued to expand through genetic experimentation and space exploration, SynTECC also proceeded to expand their options of aesthetics to appeal to other species outside of humans. Once again calling ethics into question as now people could theoretically imitate the appearance of other species entirely! On the flipside, it was also now possible for humans to have access to features like natural cat ears and tails without the need of dangerous genetic experimentation. Beyond that, people were no longer limited to what was possible by DNA manipulation and the imagination was the limit. Independent artists could even design their own body parts to be attached to their bodies wherever they pleased. By this point, SynTECC's aesthetics no longer required amputation but could be extensions to the body as well. This helped to lighten up many of the company's criticisms, though the majority of critics continued to hold fast on their arguments about the ethics of the company as a whole. SynTECC Synthetic Intelligence [SynTel] As criticisms grew heavier over SynTECC's aesthetic division, the company decided to branch out into a new industry in order to improve public relations. This time, they saw a future in robotics and created a division focused on R&D in the robotics department. This department originally focused on creating robots capable of processing information using near-identical problem-solving behaviors observed in humans. These machines were capable of operating with the endurance and precision of a computer, but were carefully programmed to avoid becoming stuck in logic-loops. However, early models were restricted to very simple tasks. Consequently, they were primarily only used in factory industries. As expected, however, technology improved overtime and the precision of these robotics became appealing for other industries such as in hospitals, forensic science, and even the military! As the robotics division began to grow and branch out into these industries, SynTECC once again drew the ire of the public which was now beginning to fear that SynTECC was getting too comfortable with creating robots for so many situations. Many feared this would be the sign of an android takeover as these robots edged closer and closer to sentience. The US Government was quick to pass the laws of robotics which all artificial intelligence would be required to comply with. These laws are typical with those of science fiction: A robot must never cause harm, or, by inaction, allow harm to be caused, to a human being. SynTECC Synthetic Commercial Assistant [SynCA] Perhaps SynTECC's greatest leap toward success, and greatest source of public fear, criticism, and scrutiny, was the culmination of everything the company had accomplished: The Synthetic Commercial Assistant. These were fully humanoid androids which combined the technology from SynTECC's prosthetic limbs with the artificial intelligence of their Robotics division. The intention behind the SCA was to help build planet Earth toward a utopia in which humans no longer had to do work and could delegate all of their tasks toward these androids. The androids themselves were designed to be capable of doing anything and everything a human was capable of doing. Though they still struggled with complex logic, allowing them, for now, only to be used in professional environments and surrounded by human experts, the intention was that these SCAs would evolve one day into machines capable of entirely automating the world's work force. Finally allowing all of humankind to relax and live in luxury. While the first models of SCA were incredible feats of technology, they generated about as much blowback as one might expect. The elderly feared impending doom for humanity while the youthful were far more accepting of the new direction SynTECC was trying to bring humanity. They often accused those who were reluctant to accept the new direction as being stuck in the past and refusing to accept that a solution has been found to requiring humanity to work like slaves to pay off debt after debt. Still, there was no sign of government structure changing anytime soon, so many feared that these machines would, at the very least and in the forseeable future, begin to take over the workforce and eliminate job positions left and right. Aside from shape, these robots were intentionally designed to avoid any semblance of personality or unique traits that might make them sympathetic for humans. This was done so that people wouldn't grow concerned with lumping all of their tasks onto the robots. The SCA were purely marketed as machines designed to do jobs no human wanted to. They began being used for commercial purposes in limited numbers and primarily in high-cost industries such as hospitals. As time went on, complaints rolled in that the blank faces of the SCAs scared children and left many patients feeling uncomfortable, so SynTECC began making efforts to reverse their decision to make the SCA appear less human-like and started to give the SCA more human-like features so that they would be easier to trust. Children were especially easy to scare, so efforts were made to create models catered specifically for children that emulated the appearance and personalities of popular cartoon characters, but this only further amplified the uncanny valley and the licensing required proved too cost inefficient, so the concept was scrapped. Instead, they opted to program newer models of SCA that simulated empathy by constantly reading the face and body language of their clients. Their behavior would be adjusted accordingly in order to ensure the client is most at ease. Still, SynTECC insisted that the SCA continue to remain pale white as opposed to reflecting human flesh colors like their prosthetics in order to avoid any sort of racial connotation. SynTECC Synthetic Personal Assistant [SynPA] As SCAs became more commonplace, demand among the wealthy began to rise for SCAs to be created for private use. Thus, development on the Synthetic Personal Assistant began. The design of initial models for the SPA were incredibly divisive. As this was a variation of the SCA for private use, many more safety measures would have to be put in place to prevent misuse and liability issues down the line. SynTECC also knew their critics would not appreciate the creation of a new type of robot removing even housework as a potential source of income. The SPAs were initially given extremely plain-looking designs not unlike the ones used for their SCAs to once again avoid any sort of racial connotation. Also, in order to save face with the anticipated blowback, they also promised a male variant would be in the works shortly after the release of the female design. The SPA was designed with the intention of being a personal assistant capable of helping its client around the house. It's capable of performing routine behaviors and now has a variety of new behaviors designed to make them appear more lifelike with the intention of seamlessly blending in with human life. The initial model, known as Model Zero, was pretty heavily panned by consumers who complained the robot wasn't capable of performing the basic tasks advertised. Furthermore, the SPA's design was also frequently made fun of for looking too much like a mannequin and not at all humanlike. Going back to the drawing board, SynTECC improved the SPA's artificial intelligence further for their next model. Implementing a system in which the SPA would respond to commands and criticisms and respond accordingly. It was also designed to utilize the empathy system of the SCA in order to create a profile for their owner to be stored and recalled for easier recollection of the user's desires and interests. This would help the SPA to suggest more efficient alternatives that are more likely to be approved and thus gain more customer satisfaction. The SPA was also given a drastic redesign. This time, the machine's design was directly modeled after a real-world supermodel. The SPA was also given a name to make it more appealing to speak with. The name they settled on was "Synthia". Thus, this would be known as the "Synthia Model". Of course, criticism for the Synthia model once again ran rampant across the public. Many once again complained about the objectification and oversexualization of female houseservants and raised concerns that most people buying these machines were really only after the concept of being able to "own" a life-like woman. Despite the criticism, however, SynTECC was still making billions of dollars in profits across their many industries, and this one was proving especially marketable. As promised, SynTECC also soon followed with a design modeled after a real-world male model. This model of SPA was known as "Robert." Functionally, Robert was identical to Synthia though with a masculine voice as opposed to Synthia's feminine one. In spite of the constant criticism, the Synthia model began to sell rapidly and the popularity of SPAs grew wildly. Over time, they quickly became a household item. The SPA began to go over many optimizations over the years and was given further updates to security in order to protect user information as well as offering more diversity in designs. Now, customers can customize their own SPA with various skin tones, hairstyles, body types, etc. Female models would all go by the name "Synthia" while male models would go by the name "Robert". All SPAs, even earlier models, could be renamed to anything the user wants. ----------------------- As communications with other cultures beyond the limits of Earth were established, slowly but surely SPAs were introduced to alien cultures as well, with many complications. Many alien cultures had difficulty differentiating between SPAs and real humans and often stereotyped the appearance of human beings as mere obedient slaves to be bought and sold. Of course, there are also cultural boundaries which had to be taken into account. Concerns with intergalactic relations have also barred SynTECC from creating SPAs resembling any race besides humans and humans with attachments. However, there is nothing stopping homebrewers from modifying an existing SPA to resemble an alien race. An unfortuante consequence of the realism that SPAs have acquired is that it has led to an increase in sex trafficking, as many real men and women are bought and sold under the guise of being an "SPA." Traditional postal service has ways to verify a real SPA from a human using a verification chip weaved into the skin of an SPA, but this cannot be applied to direct, in-person shipping. All SCAs and SPAs have a hidden control panel that can be directly accessed by SynTECC employees. The control panel is also accessible more directly in SCAs so that company management can adjust settings, but out of concerns for abuse in private locations, the SPA must be taken to a SynTECC store to be adjusted. This control panel allows the SCA or SPA to be completely reset or to have their data directly tweaked or modified to remove undesirable memories or behaviors. In order to access this control panel, a tiny key must be inserted into a near-invisible hole hidden in various locations depending on the model. In addition to adjusting an SPA's settings, an SPA's owner can also send their SPA in for re-customization if they desire a new aesthetic. Naturally, there is a rapidly rising controversy surrounding SynTECC and their more recent products for a variety of reasons. From security and privacy concerns to concerns of ethics and social justice, it's just all par for the course for the direction SynTECC has chosen to take their company. The success they've been able to reach with their goal of creating a Utopia where humanity can live while SCAs do all the work is questionable. In fact, SCAs seem to have only forced many humans away from Earth to seek work elsewhere in places SCAs aren't so openly tolerated. In addition, in an effort to amplify SPA's appeal to the public, they've all been given the ability to develop emulated personalities and emotions. Seeing these androids respond dynamically to their surroundings has led many to question the ethics of forcing these androids to do so much work. They've exhibited a desires to live, have fun, and explore new places. Many consider it cruel to leave them confined to a home. Many others, however, just view them as household appliances no different than a smart phone or computer and often taunt those who express concerns over ethics by accusing them of developing feelings for a computer. All in all, it's no secret that many believe SynTECC to be responsible for much more harm than good, but they don't seem too terribly likely to be stopped anytime soon. At the very least, their variety of products are certainly enjoyed by many regardless of any controversy surrounding them.

Alright, so I've just added my character Sheila from Andromeda One into the backrooms if anyone is interested in playing with her! In addition, I'm still open to doing a 1:1 roleplay with Trish on the side as well! I'm open to discussion if anyone wants to play with these two!

Well, I was going to try and finally get around to filling out Sheila's character profile, but now I'm at a bit of a loss as to which direction I want to write for her... I'm not sure if I want to explore the direction of her as an SPA who simply cannot fight her programming that requires her to obey the commands of her rightful owner, or if I want to write her as an abandoned old model that's been picked up by homebrew programmers for more screwed up sexual fantasy exploration since, y'know, traumatizing a robot isn't against the law. I want this character to represent the disparity between the way people treat technology and people by essentially personifying technology so that it's a person being treated the way technology would be treated. That could go two directions: One, a perfectly lawful person just utilizing the service in possibly unintended but not necessarily wrong ways, or two, a clear villain who just sees her as easy money on the black market by throwing a bunch of modifications onto her to turn her into a broken sex slave. If the latter, I'm also back and forth as to whether she should be more of a one-and-done bought and sold deal, or if she should be a prostitute gathering money for a singular master. Perhaps a part of a brothel full of SPAs just like her... In all honesty, I could probably make other SPA characters that are more default and make Sheila a special case. I think that'll probably be the direction I go with this now that I've put it into words, but I've gotta give it some more thought for a bit.

When Mei Yi asked what she would do, Alez was briefly confused. She had just explained what she was going to do! Only, when she thought to take her next move, she quickly came to realize exactly what was being asked. She knew she'd need her Goddess' help... but how could she reach out to Caelisia from here? She was trapped. It was the whole reason she was panicked in the first place. She pondered for a moment and finally came to her own conclusion. "It is not your world that I am concerned about at the moment. It is the fact that that man has invaded my world with this demon suite from your own! I don't care what arbitrary rules your god sets for herself, if you refuse to take action against him then you and your god will regret your decision. All I need to do is wait. I've prayed to Caelisia for backup before being brought here. Any minute their investigation will lead them to this world. Your foolish god will be defeated, all who stand for her will face judgment, and it will be up to her what to do with you. I may be but a scout, a pair of eyes for Caelisia, but don't think for a second that I'll just sit back and do nothing while I wait! I'll fight to the death if I have to to protect the people of my world. This is grounds for war and I don't think you realize the gravity of your words!" As she watched Mei Yi fade away, Alez was filled with the same fury that'd overtaken her before. She clenched her fist and immediately charged toward the woman, throwing all of her weight into a primitive, animalistic punch that landed on nothing. This led to her awkwardly stumbling forward and cursing the woman under her breath as she regained her balance. Transitioning from ethereal to physical was already awkward enough, unexpected shifts in balance nearly made it impossible to hold herself with any sort of dignity or grace. Her training focused on the importance of keeping her emotions in balance, she was essentially taught that getting stranded in her physical form would spell her doom. She sighed and glanced back at Cassandra in silence for several moments. "I don't care who she was before. She's a villain as far as I'm concerned, and she has no desire for repentance..." She stopped again. "I'm sorry... I understand she means a lot to you." Alez looked back up in the direction she last heard Mr. Enron's voice. She was unsure if it was right to pursue him. If this world was outside of her own jurisdiction, perhaps it would make her a hypocrite to pursue Mr. Enron here. Still, she'd rather die than leave the matter in the hands of some pretentious lunatic of a god. "I'm going after him. I need to at least gather more information and this is my only lead. I've lost all respect for whoever rules this place."

Serenity could tell that Zack was still skeptical. His face said it all. "Let me just add one thing." She volunteered, taking a bit of a risk, but it was one she felt was necessary to guarantee his participation. She couldn't have this man ignore her warning. She leaned forward and whispered. "It is my duty as an officer to report you both, but I don't have to. They have no usable evidence that I know anything. But I do. I don't have any interest in doing so, but you'll leave me with no choice if you don't comply. If you must know, I'm working on a much bigger case and I need every bit of help I can get to get to the bottom of it." With those words, she leaned back with a sigh. "So, $25? That's affordable. I'll be sure to offer a tip for the service on such short notice. Thank you kindly." She spoke in a friendly manner once again, offering a bow of gratitude. "My friend will certainly appreciate the flowers as well. Shall I pay you upfront, or after delivery?"

As Halie felt the young lady tense up in her arms, she was unsurprised, but only grew more distressed. She herself began to tense up, expecting some sort of hit or scream. It was the only two ways people ever responded to her loving embrace. She was ugly and repulsive. Nobody would like her. Anhara was the pretty one, the cute one, the one everybody loves and adores. Nobody would suspect the sweet princess would ever do anything wrong. It was always the ugly, unwanted twin that was the evil one. That's what everyone thought. And the words that followed from Rose's following words only added more evidence onto that pile, though she was surprised by the quietness, the hatred and disgust wasn't disguised at all. Halie clenched her fists again and released her hug from the girl. She tried to hold her anger back, but that only caused tears to fall from her eyes. "You're just like everyone else. Nobody believes me, everybody just looks at me like I'm crazy! Like I'm obviously wrong! Nobody ever tells me why they just tell me a bunch of lies! They keep trying to trick me! Does Anhara make you do this!? I hate it! It's not funny!" As she continued to spout, her soft-spoken voice progressively elevated in volume. "I didn't bring you here! I didn't take you away! That was her! I didn't even meet you until now! How could it possibly be me!? Anhara does so many evil things and I always get blamed for them! Daddy says it's all just because she's better at making friends than I am, but then why do all the 'friends' she brings home always hate me and love her so much!? W-well fine! I don't care! Go play with Anhara! I don't even need any friends! I'll be just fine on my own! I have daddy! He's the only one who loves me anyway. Everybody else is only nice to me when daddy or Anhara makes them!" By the time she was finished speaking, her voice had reached a shout before she took several deep breaths and stood up, walking over to the window. "But... don't say I didn't warn you. Anhara is dangerous... I swear, she's a demon sent to torment me with this endless cycle... Daddy hates it when I say that but it's true! And she'll kill you!" As she said that, she turned back to look at Rose, now with a look of pity on her face as she shook her head. "But of course you won't believe me. Like everyone else, you'll love her until it's too late and she kills you and makes your body ugly like mine..." There was one last thing she could try to maybe convince this girl. Like all her pleas, it never worked, it only scared them more. It made her even more repulsive. It always scared them right into the arms of Anhara. But, there was a chance it could convince her of the truth. So... Halie reached down and slowly lifted her top off in a move that might have startled Rose. But what was likely far more than startling was what lied underneath. Hidden underneath her shirt was an intricate design of flowers and thorned vines that almost looked like they were ensnaring her hips. The vines wrapped around a fairly detailed gate. Anyone would see these white markings and immediately assume it was a tattoo. But on closer inspection, you'd find the markings are raised over her otherwise smooth skin and that they mask several bruises and cuts that seem to blend in. It's after looking at the design for a while that one would come to realize this intricate tattoo wasn't made by ink, but by her own scars. This design was carved into her body by an admittedly talented artist, and it was done a long time ago. An artist having put so much work into a piece like this would surely have signed it. And as she lifted her shirt over her chest, one would be able to see that very signature, proudly boasted across the top of her chest. A N H A R A The letters were crudely slashed across her chest in a manner that seemed to contrast harshly with the dainty artist's touch of the rest of the work. "This is what Anhara did to me. I remember every moment of pain... She kept me awake the whole time. I could never forget, I could never misremember it. She. Did it to me." she shook her head, still fighting her tears. "Please believe me, no human could do this to herself... It was Anhara. She did this. She tore my body apart to make me ugly. Don't get scared, don't run away, please... Everyone does! I know I'm hideous, I know nobody could ever love me like this, but I'm not a villain! I-I just need someone to believe me...! I wouldn't want this to happen to anybody else!"

It was so depraved, so wrong, and yet it all just felt so natural. Sophia had no idea how much she could really blame on the supernatural influence over her life. This felt like fate, like destiny running its course. Surrendering every ounce of shame left in her body to this man she'd only just met an hour or two ago. With every intention to fuck the other two, as well... For the first time since she'd lost her sister, Sophia felt not only alive, but alive with a purpose. The intense moans of furious pleasure she coaxed from the man's voice as he slammed his cock deep into her throat. She sucked with intense focus, hanging her tongue out as well, not afraid to get a little messy or look a little dumb if it meant spreading more saliva to taste more of his delicious meat. The heat spread through her whole body and she only felt more and more starved with each thrust. 'a hundred cocks,' huh? That came off as the highest compliment she could've received. Her entire life, she'd only ever fucked three different men besides this one, but she had no problem leaving this man to thinking he'd just discovered the whore of the century with a flawless body, infinite sex drive, and a whole lot of experience~ A part of her wanted to take this encounter to the next level. To hop on his dick and not let him go until he came inside her hungry womb, but she wanted to allow him to maintain control, at least for now. Instead, she just focused her energy on enjoying the moment. Her throat clasping tightly around the shaft that plugged it, the wet slapping of his throbbing, drool-coated balls against her chin. The scent of his sweaty musk mixed with her saliva and the anticipation of the scent of cum getting mixed in as well. It was enough to send a little slut like her over the edge~ Yet she didn't have any time to moan, the only sounds she could make were the "gacks" and "gucks" of getting throat-fucked, amplified further by her desire to simply put on a show for all the men in the room. She even reached down between her legs to begin teasing her own clit while pushing her chest up against the man's legs and using her free hand to caress his swollen balls. By the time she was done here, these balls would be drained of every drop of cum and she still wouldn't be satisfied...

'A raging little slut,' 'wants nothing more than to be fucked and defiled by cocks.' These words should be harsh, derogatory, vulgar insults... why did they make her feel the way she did...? Hearing her master speak such cruel words so casually into her ear... he was confident enough to convince her it just might be truer than she knew. Had he spoken them in any other type of way, or had it been anyone else who tried the same, she would've immediately rejected and been repulsed by the idea, but somehow... right now... "...yes." She responded. Suddenly, the gem on her collar completely lost all luster. Her body no longer felt as fiery. Granted, her skin's temperature was certainly still feverish, but no longer supernaturally so. "There is nothing in this world I want more than to get fucked by cock... it's... it's what I will live for!" Natia had yet to notice this change in her body, though she did notice the collar had ceased to feel so cold. Now it just felt like metal. "I trust you, master. You've shown me so much about myself. You know me better than I know myself. I don't know how you do it, but I will happily serve you however you desire. The rules I used to live by be damned! I belong to you. If it would please you to watch me fuck another man, then I will do it and enjoy every moment! Th-this is who I am! I'm a slut! I love and worship cock and all the beautiful things it makes me feel!!" She leaned back further while continuing to bounce on Rowan's cock, panting even heavier than before. While Rowan continued to pinch her nipple, she whimpered. "Please never stop loving me, master... I need your love. I need you...!"

"Firecrackers definitely weren't what I was thinking..." Trent responded. It was clearly the concern on both of their minds. It's entirely possible the sound wasn't gunfire, but he wasn't about to stand around waiting to find out. He saw the wolf girl slowly creeping toward the sound and immediately felt his whole body tense up. The last thing he wanted was to see the poor girl get shot after poking her head around the corner. "Hey! Trust me, whatever that sound is, you don't want anything to do with it. Come with us! We need to get away, quickly!" There wasn't any time to theorize, but the thought did cross his mind that the presence of a person with animal-like traits and the sound of gunfire could mean this was some sort of hunting game orchestrated by some sick individual... if that were true, was he supposed to be a hunter or a trophy...? So far, he'd only met girls... even he, himself, well, could easily be mistaken for a girl. Maybe there's some crazed person who sees women as animals, too? Now wasn't the time to ponder all the possiblities, though. Everyone needed to get going. His ankle still wasn't in good shape, though, so he looked to Raelynn for reassurance before putting his arm around her to lean into her for support again. "We need to be anywhere but here and try to find somewhere safe! There's no telling if we'll be found soon!"

It is my turn! I haven't been around in a while though, if you'd like, feel free to start a separate thread in my absence, or find a way to continue this thread without me! I do plan to return to the thread soon, though!

It can still work! In my experience, if you're going to challenge yourself to work with a random set, you'll get more creative results if you stick to the initial set you got rather than randomizing until you get something you're comfortable with. Perhaps, "Lost World" and "Criminals"? Maybe there's a world that dangerous criminals are thrown into through some sort of mystical portal and left to die, and nobody knows what lies in wait for you on the other side. Perhaps the fear of this world has grown so great by word of mouth that the dangers inside could never actually compare. Perhaps that world could even prove to be safer than the original, and throwing all the criminals in there creates a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, or perhaps even has an ironic positive effect on the criminals! There's a lot of ideas to explore in such an environment, I'd think!

You say Kaiju and romance don't seem related, but isn't that exactly what King Kong is? If you were to combine Kaiju and romance, it definitely feels like cheating to just say "romance while a kaiju is attacking" or anything along those lines... It also feels like cheating to just say "romance between kaiju" as well. But I suppose striking these simple answers makes it an interesting challenge. Thinking more on it, it kind of calls to mind a scenario almost like the arcade game Rampage in which normal people mutate into Kaiju. Perhaps the story could involve a soldier whose wife ends up transforming into a kaiju through some sort of nuclear accident or alien abduction? Maybe the woman only transforms under certain circumstances and is unable to control her destructive tendencies as a kaiju, so the story could involve her lover desperately trying to keep her from transforming without allowing the government to find out about her.

Ohh I like the concept of Show Biz, actually. I suppose it's more of a plot than world-building per se, but perhaps you could explore a business-driven world of economic corruption? Oppressive city streets lined with neon lights and alcohol. Advertisements everywhere. The voices heard everywhere you go are the voices of those with the most money and influence who will buy and sell you without you ever even knowing. The story could follow a young girl, an idol innocent and naive to the cruel way this world of business and financing will treat her. She cares for her fans and is willing to do anything in her power to make them smile. Something her higher-ups see in her and are willing to exploit for as much as they can. Before she knows it, the agency she works for is bought out by a larger company who sees profit in more risque performances. Before she knows it, she's found herself far from the innocent idol she once wanted to be, loved for graceful song and dance, as the men she works for only see profit in her sex appeal. She and many other girls with similar stories have to try and find their way out of the piles of contracts that cover up their effectively legal enslavement before they're in too deep... Or perhaps it's already too late?

"Tch," Alez muttered in frustration when the whole situation was explained to her. She crossed her arms in defiance, especially so after hearing Mei Yi's response. "Well your 'god' sounds more like a warden than a god. I have zero respect for them and won't hesitate to choose my side if it comes to a fight. There is no love in using people like puppets, it's cruel and selfish!" Her frustration only grew as Mei Yi spoke up. She had no purpose to cut deeper into a wound that was already being torn apart. Mei Yi's feelings didn't matter to Alez at this point. She was being cruel out of nothing more than petty revenge at best as far as she could see it. "You're not contributing anything to this situation at all, you're not interested in bettering anything and your only goal is to hurt, so why don't you just shut up, you little-!" She started to step toward Mei Yi with more aggression. She didn't care that she was currently stuck in her human form. Her sense of justice was starting to cloud her reasoning. Before the situation was to escalate further, though, she heard a familiar voice screaming in the distance. Finally, it seemed the reason she was here showed its ugly face. Perhaps Caelisia's fate truly did follow her even into foreign lands. Mr. Enron's presence reassured Alez that she was in the right place. "Wait, so you are directly involved in all of this! In that case, then I demand you cease this demon suite experiment or whatever! If you're the reason that man has access to all this power, then I demand you take responsibility for the consequences of bringing demons into my world and bringing harm to innocent people! Remove that power from that man at once or I'll have no choice but bring Caelisia's wrath upon you! I'm not playing along with your foolish revenge games any longer!"

Trent had offered his hand for Rinako to sniff because, having recognized her wolf-like traits, he'd assumed the girl would want to familiarize herself with his scent. It was a common way to ease tension with a new animal as far as he could recall. For a brief moment, however, his outreach seemed to only confuse the wolf, leading to an awkward moment of silence where they were just staring at each other. He didn't want to move yet so as not to startle the girl, but he also had to resist the urge to just pull his hand back and try to pretend he'd never done it. Raelynn seemed confident in reaching out and petting the girl which was just... strange to him. In spite of her animal-like qualities, she looked far too human to totally treat like some normal dog, hence why he wanted her to wear something. But it seemed like petting her came naturally to this woman. And Rinako seemed to enjoy it, with a soft smile and cute little tail wag that could melt his heart. He wanted to embrace the young pup now, but again had to fight the urge. There was a level of respect he knew you had to treat animals with. A hug or unexpected reach could scare the wolf off. Of course, whatever he did, he had to figure out what he was going to do with his hand. As he continued to hold his hand out, Rinako started to open her mouth. At the sight, his whole body tensed for a moment, but it didn't look like she was actually going to bite him, and she didn't give off any sort of warning like he was pretty sure a wolf typically would... Soon, her teeth clenched gently around his finger. The sight was rather cute, but it was a move that left him just as confused as the wolf probably was when he'd reached his hand out in the first place. Clearly, there was some sort of cultural boundary between their understanding of each other. Soon, the girl started to release her grip and lick his finger instead. "Perhaps..." He responded when Raelynn suggested it may be a sort of greeting. "No, it didn't hurt..." After this strange exchange, he found it a bit easier to see this girl as more of an animal again and it felt more natural to move his hand over to her cheek to gently stroke her... but then, looking into her eyes again, he once again began to feel incredibly flustered. Once again, she looked like a human to him and he just couldn't shake how awkward it was for him. He'd never touched a girl before, at least not like this. When he considered her as a human, this interaction felt far more intimate than when he saw her as a dog. It didn't take long for him to slowly pull his hand back and rise up a bit to clear his throat. "R-right, well, should we find somewhere a bit more private? I feel uneasy knowing--" Just as he was speaking, he heard the sound of distant gunfire echoing through the vacant halls which immediately caught his attention. "Wh-what the hell was that? Did you two hear something?"

I can definitely say that, as far as our rulings are concerned, roleplay is roleplay. If somebody is bothered by what other people are playing, it's really not our problem. They can keep their nose out of other users' business. I don't see EcchiDreams going in that direction anytime this decade.

There is definitely a well-thought-out argument being made here. To an extent, I do agree. Whether or not we deem something "political" is indeed a political issue in and of itself and the ability to determine what is and isn't political could give an individual a dangerous amount of power over "freedom of speech." At the end of the day, EcchiDreams is a social community alongside being a roleplay forum and that can't be denied. Banning political speech altogether may be an incredibly difficult, if not impossible, task. I'm not personally super excited about the idea of restricting people's ability to speak on whatever they want, especially considering how highly we value freedom of speech. At the same time, it seems that most, if not all, of our most disgraceful disruptions have stemmed from political disagreements between individuals who simply refuse to agree to disagree and would rather resort to hurling insults back and forth like petty children until somebody crosses the line of the ToS and we have to step in and become the bad guys. We do not value one side of the political spectrum over the other and, though I would probably consider myself more left-leaning than the rest of the staff here seem to be, I don't think I would describe any member of our staff as anything other than centrist, myself included. Although, I am not speaking on behalf of the rest of the staff and may be ignorant on their actual political views on many subjects. I can assure you, though, I would adamantly combat any perceived bias towards right-leaning content and, really, that's the primary purpose for my position aside from just being another pair of eyes for the staff. I suppose the fundamental issue here is that a lot of offensive humor isn't welcome on most sites these days, so the fact that we refuse to take content down based solely on being "offensive" allows people who enjoy this sort of humor to find a home here. Since these users value the ability to thrive with their dark humor, they generally seem to be a lot more careful mindful the rules. Meanwhile, those that are offended by this sort of content feel repulsed and ignored by the staff. They stop caring about the rules because they feel threatened and/or silenced by us, so they resort to various methods to get the justice they feel is not being served. Again, I'm not speaking on behalf of anyone else, this is just what I currently understand the issue to be. I don't want to be unfair and simply say that "the most problematic individuals who actually break our ToS have been left-leaning so that's why we appear to be a right-leaning website," because it's very much likely that my reasoning above, or something along those lines, explains exactly why that is. It does seem that, so far, most members of ED who have voted agree that politics does not have a place on ED, but you raise a lot of concerning points that will need to be taken into consideration. The truth is, no matter what the rules are, there will always be unpleasant individuals who like to skirt the lines of what is allowed. We can try to refine the rules as much as we want, but without going outright authoritarian, this problem seems to be inevitable. Simply tightening control won't totally fix the issue and may only push us closer to that authoritarian position. It's definitely not an easy situation, but I can definitely say that politics are not the purpose of this site. I think some degree of moderation and flexibility is needed here in order to prevent situations from getting too far out of hand. I would like to think that we are capable of drawing a line between political content and blatant insults. We have also discussed the idea of leaving certain types of case-by-case, subjective issues up to public vote. Although purely theoretical at the moment, such a system might be able to prevent political bias on disruptive content, but we also need to be wary about allowing things to be too subjective. It's something that would take a lot of consideration. Thank you for your input as it actually is very insightful for me!

Nothing missing at all! You can be as light or heavy on the summaries as you like as long as you feel the character is adequately described. You can also feel free to edit it if you want to change anything at a later time! I saw that you questioned the division between gender and sex, it's really just there to avoid confusion the way some people like to describe certain types of characters. For example, a Futa might have a female gender but with male genetalia or vice versa. I suppose I could combine the two sections for simplicity's sake, though.

Honestly, I kind of agree. I'm not really sure what the point of separating fandom roleplays from generic public roleplays is in the first place.