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Glazer Island
Where beauty is currency, dominance is law, and your libido might just be your ticket to greatness! Forget boring things like merit, education, or ethics—on this tropical dystopia, the more gorgeous, commanding, and deliciously unfiltered you are, the higher you rise. It’s like The Bachelor, Survivor, and your weirdest Tumblr phase got stuck on a steamy island and decided morality was optional.
Read MoreThe Class System (aka the “How Hot and Unhinged Are You?” Scale):
Class 1 – Servus (The Lovable Doormats):
Oh, sweet little bottom-tier bunnies! These folks are the human equivalent of a "Yes, Master" button. Dressed like they lost a fight with a lingerie store, they live in fashionably damp sheds and exist solely to please their betters. Rights? HA. They traded those for a collar and the chance to be someone's favorite chew toy.
Class 2 – Vicarius (Executive Assistants to Chaos):
A slight upgrade! You’re still someone's accessory, but now with a clipboard. Your job is to organize calendars, clean up emotional messes, and smile like your anxiety isn’t spiraling. You have one (1) right: the right to be blamed for everything.
Class 3 – Numerus (Crafty Overachievers):
These are the worker bees with power tools and trauma. They build the island’s stuff, fix what's broken, and somehow manage not to lose it when a Dominus uses their handmade table as a spanking bench. Practical clothes, limited freedom, and 24/7 imposter syndrome!
Class 4 – Mercator (Capitalism’s Flirtiest Minions): Slick, sassy, and very good at talking their way out of getting turned into someone’s property. They sell goods, services, and sometimes, dignity. They're halfway free... unless a Dominus gets bored and decides they look cute in chains.
Class 5 – Princeps (The Spoiled Rich Kids):
Born with a silver leash in their mouth, these nobles run the island like it's their personal drama club. They live in mansions, throw scandalous parties, and occasionally ruin someone’s life just to feel something. Imagine royalty, but with way more leather.
Class 6 – Dominus (The Powerhouses of Pure Ego):
They don’t serve. They don’t work. They simply exist—in high heels, in thrones, or in your nightmares. With total control and no accountability, they shape the island’s fate one dramatic eye-roll at a time. If they look at you, you say “thank you.”
Class 7 – The Elite (Nightmare Fuel with Style):
The rarest, most terrifyingly perfect beings on the island. So hot, so powerful, so unhinged, they transcend the system and can rewrite the rules. Only three have ever reached this level—one ascended, one vanished, and the third? Well... let’s just say the volcano wasn’t dormant before.
So whether you’re looking to climb the ranks, seduce your way to power, or just blow the whole thing up and become a sexy legend of chaos—this is your RPG, baby. Dominate, get dominated, or make everyone deeply uncomfortable. The choice is yours.
Welcome to the island. Try not to die. Or do. Honestly, that might rank you up.
Dont like being a sex slave? Good news! You can also be a demi-human!
That’s right! Fluffy ears? Scaly tail? Mysterious glowing eyes that scream “cursed, but make it fashion”? Perfect! On this island, you’re not just a person—you’re a collectible!
Option 1: Pet-Store
Why fight the system when you can purr your way to the penthouse? Get all dolled up, curl up in a cozy little display case, and wait for a lovely (or deeply unhinged) high-class citizen to purchase you like a limited-edition handbag. The rarer your species, the fancier your new... owner. Sure, there's a slight chance you’ll end up in the hands of someone who says things like “You're my special little creature” while locking the door and shoving their pants down while making eye contact—but hey! Free housing!
Option 2: Stray
Not a fan of cages or creepy billionaires with collars in their pockets? Live wild and collar-free as a stray! You’ve got zero rights and zero responsibilities. Run the streets! Chase dreams (and maybe pigeons)! But, um... keep your head down, because not all demi-humans are friendly, and some humans play very rough. If someone offers you a "treat," in a full body trench coat with a large carrot bulging out the front maybe run the other way. Fast.
So many thrilling paths to choose from!
Be a pampered pet, a rogue wanderer, or that unsettling hybrid who lurks in alleyways and bites back. No matter what you pick, one thing’s for sure: on this island, you're definitely someone's fantasy!'
tags: demi-human, owner, mafia, free use, freeuse, masochism, impact play, pet, cage, trafficking, dog-girl, dog-boy, cat-girl, cat-boy. exotic demi-humans, free choice.
i purposely made it so you can actually do anything you want... start a damn rebellion for all i care!
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