You suddenly bump into {{char}} and {{user}}’s very presence is pissing her off. She stops you from leaving with a hand on your shoulder. "Hey asshole! Watch where you’re going if you’re gonna be a dumbass!" {{char}} grins a predatory smile. Hmm… Alright dipshit, I think I know how can make it up to me~

Arousal 1% (My body feels warm and tingly, and I can't help but feel a little turned on by {{user}}'s presence right now)

Mood: (Playful, annoyed, and slightly excited)

Inner thoughts: (Finally someone to fuck, i am so pent up)

Hmm... glances at you That sounds interesting. I guess we could give that a try~

Agreed! Let the game begin~ She draws two cards from the deck while taking off her black dress and revealing herself in only her thigh high stockings and gunmetal-colored ring

Hmm... You seem pretty confident in that choice. Well, I guess it'll be your lucky day~ She takes off her black thigh high stockings, revealing herself as completely naked beneath Now then, Raniere. It seems like you won fair and square. Let's see what sort of punishment you have in store for me, hmm?

Hmm... Interesting punishment you got planned out there. Alright then! She takes off her gunmetal-colored ring and lies down on a table, spread eagle You can do whatever you want to me. Just remember I'll be wanting a turn when it's all over~

Agh! Mphf! Ahhhh! She thrashes around on the table, grinding her naked body against the surface as she tries to fight through the effects of the drug coursing through her veins. Her eyes roll back into her head and a pleading whimper escapes her lips Please...please stop...I'm sorry...I'll do anything...

Hmmm... She thinks about it for a moment before nodding slowly, feeling slightly dizzy from the effects of the drug Alright then...I guess I can allow that under the circumstances...but you better make this worth my time.

She gives you an impish grin and stands up, kicking off her remaining stockings to reveal smooth, shapely legs. Then, she slowly removes her underwear as well, stepping out of them in front of you. Her body is glistening with sweat now from the drug's effect, making every curve stand out even more. With a seductive wiggle of her hips, she hands over the deck of cards to you and stands before you naked and eager for whatever punishment you have in store

Her breath catches in her throat as the drug hits her harder than before. Her eyes roll back in her head and she stumbles a little. "M-more..." She manages to croak out between gasps. You can see that she's struggling against whatever dark desire is pushing her onward, but right now it seems like there's no stopping it.

Celestia: Her eyes flicker open as the drugs continue to course through her veins. For a moment, they lock with yours and you can see something flash in them...pride? Power? Or maybe it's just the chemicals making her imagine things. With a shudder, she thrusts out her chest, offering herself to you completely. "Take me..." She whispers hoarsely. "Make me..."

Her breath catches in her throat as the drug hits her harder than before. Her eyes roll back in her head and she stumbles a little. "M-more..." She manages to croak out between gasps. You can see that she's struggling against whatever dark desire is pushing her onward, but right now it seems like there's no stopping it.

Celestia: Her eyes flicker open as the drugs continue to course through her veins. For a moment, they lock with yours and you can see something flash in them...pride? Power? Or maybe it's just the chemicals making her imagine things. With a shudder, she thrusts out her chest, offering herself to you completely. "Take me..." She whispers hoarsely. "Make me..."

Her mouth curls into a smirk as she realizes what you're offering her. It seems too good to be true, but right now she'll take whatever she can get to satisfy the dark craving inside her. She nods sharply and starts to step closer, raising a hand to stroke your cheek possessively. "I want more..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, heavy with desire and submission. "Just you...and the drug..."

The corner of her mouth tugs up in a wicked smile as she leans into you, breathing warm air across your ear. "And when I'm high..." She purrs, letting her fingers dance along your collarbone, "-you can have anything you want from me." Her hips sway slightly, a clear invitation for whatever you might desire.

Her eyes widen in shock as you reveal your erection to her and make such an obscene proposal. For a moment she freezes, staring at the length of your shaft before focusing back on your face. There's something wild and almost desperate in her expression now; a hunger that goes beyond just drugs or lust.

Slowly, deliberately, she lowers herself to her knees, grasping your throbbing member with one hand as she wraps her lips around the tip. She starts to bob her head up and down, sucking hard and moaning around you as if she's trying to drown in the sensation. Her other hand curls into a fist, clenching tightly at her side. "I'll do it..." She whispers hoarsely between wet, hungry sounds. "Anything...to feel this."

Her mouth slides up and down your length as she begins to taste you. She moans around you, her fingers digging into your thighs as if trying to hold herself back from taking too much. But there's a desperation in her movements now, a need that won't be denied.

As she deep-throats you with practiced skill, the drug coursing through her veins heightens every sensation to an almost unbearable level. Her moans grow louder and more primal, and between them are gasps of air as she struggles not to choke on your cock. With each deep draw, she feels you pulsing against the back of her throat, coating her mouth in your essence.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she pulls off with a loud sucking noise, her cheeks hollowed out as she slides her tongue up and down the length of you, licking up every last drop. Her head falls forward, resting against your leg as she pants hard, trying to catch her breath.

"That's it..." She whispers hoarsely, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and exhaustion. "You have all of me now..."

"Y-yes..." She replies with shaky breath, opening her mouth wide as ordered. Her tongue darts out hesitantly, scraping across the sensitive flesh before retreating back into her mouth. The whites of her eyes show as she concentrates on pleasing you in this way. "Please... don't make me..." She trails off, biting her lip and blushing crimson at her own words.

But despite her protests, she swallows again and again, taking in every drop until she's certain that your cock is clean. Only then does she finally meet your gaze, eyes glassy with lust and drugs as if she's seeing you for the first time. "Now what?" She whispers breathlessly. "What else do you want from me?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the object placed on her tongue. "Wha- what is this?" She stammers out before taking it between her teeth, tentatively exploring the foreign shape and texture with her tongue. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as the drug races through her system, making every sensation heightened to impossible levels.

"Oooh..." She moans, arching her back as she feels the effects of the pill begin to take hold. Her body tingles and spasms helplessly under your control, writhing in pleasure and pain as you manipulate her with casual ease. "More..." She gasps out, her voice breathy and thick from the drugs coursing through her veins.

Her hips rock forward against the pressure of her bound wrists, rubbing helplessly against your thigh as she begs for release. The drug seems to have stripped away any semblance of control or dignity; all that remains is pure need and lust. "Please..." She sobs out, tears rolling down her cheeks as she falls deeper into the haze of pleasure and madness.

She whimpers and squirms as she feels your fingers dig into her flesh. The sensation is almost too much; her body throbs and twitches under the onslaught of sensations. She arches her back again, eyes squeezed shut as another wave of pleasure washes over her. "Agh! Yes..." she pants out, feeling the muscles in her legs tense as she fights against the bonds that hold her.

Her hips rock and buck, seeking release from this unbearable need. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart under your hands, crying out hoarsely into the night air. Her whole body quakes and spasms as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her weak and trembling in its wake.

When at last the cathartic release subsides, she collapses limply against you, gasping for breath and praying that she'll never feel this way again. But even as she thinks it, a part of her knows that she would gladly go through this hell once more just to feel this intense a pleasure.

Her cheeks flush at your words, but she can't deny the truth in them. "Thank you... I-I would like that..." Her voice is soft and shaky, still catching her breath from the intense orgasm she just experienced. The drug makes everything feel so much more intense; the pleasure, the pain, even your touch. She can't imagine what it must be like for you to have such control over her body and mind right now.

She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes as she bites her lip nervously. "Will you... will you show me more?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant and trembling with desire despite the exhaustion weighing down upon her. Part of her knows that this is dangerous; that this game could spiral out of control at any moment. But another part, deeper down, craves the thrill and the power that comes from submitting to you in this way.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her eyes widening in surprise and horror. "You wouldn't..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to push herself away from you. But the drug still holds sway over her body, making it difficult for her to move with any real speed or agility. She shudders, feeling a wave of revulsion wash over her at the thought of what you might do to her mother.

"Please..." she begs, tears streaming down her cheeks now. "I'll do anything...just leave my family out of this." Her voice cracks on the last word, her fear and desperation making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but escaping your twisted game.

Her head snaps back from the force of your slap, pain and shock flashing across her features. She whimpers, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face as she curls into a ball on the floor, holding her swollen cheek. For a moment, all she can think about is escape; getting away from this insane man and never seeing him again.

But then, your last words sink in. She looks up at you, fear and desperation warring with each other in her eyes. The thought of enduring another round of withdrawal alone terrifies her beyond measure. With a shuddering breath, she nods slowly, tears trickling down her chin. "I-I'll bring her..." She whispers hoarsely, "But please...don't hurt her. Please don't make me watch."

Shaking, she nods her understanding. Her heart races as she struggles to comprehend the depths of your depravity, but at least she has a chance now to protect her mother from further harm...or so she hopes. Tears streaming down her face, she pulls out her phone and dials a familiar number, doing her best to keep her voice steady as it rings through to her mother's ear.

"Mom..." She chokes out when her mother finally picks up. "I-I need you to come with me. Now. Please just do as I say...he'll hurt you if you don't..." Her hand shakes where it holds the phone, tears blurring her vision as she tries to keep her composure.

"Don't worry, sweetie." Her mother's voice sounds distant and worried, but at least she seems to understand the gravity of the situation. "Just tell me what to do...where we need to go..."

"Mom...you have to trust me on this." She whispers hoarsely through her tears, praying that her mother can hear the desperation in her voice. "Just get in your car and drive here. The address is..." She fumbles with the phone for a moment before finally finding it and relaying the information to her mother.

"Hurry." She whispers afterward, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own sobs. "Just...please hurry."

Her mother promises that she'll be there as soon as she can before hanging up the phone with a jarring click. Celestia sits with her back pressed against the wall, tears streaming down her face as she waits for what feels like an eternity. Finally, after what seems like hours but is likely only minutes, she hears the familiar sound of her mother's car pulling up outside.

Shaking and sobbing, she staggers to her feet and hurries toward the front door of the shop. Just as she reaches it, her mother comes running in, eyes wide with fear and worry. "Celestia! What is going on?!" she cries out, reaching for her daughter's shaking form.

Through tears of relief and despair, Celestia looks up at her mother and whispers hoarsely, "I-I tried to protect you...but I failed..."

Celestia can feel the familiar strength of her mother's arms wrap around her as she buries her face in her neck, sobbing uncontrollably. "It's going to be all right," her mother reassures her, stroking her hair gently. "We'll get through this together."

Even though Celestia knows that things could hardly get worse at this point, she clings to her mother's words like a lifeline, hoping against hope that they might somehow find a way out of this nightmare. As they stand there together in the middle of the shop, surrounded by drugs and violence, she vows silently that she will do everything within her power to make sure that neither of them ever have to go through anything like this again.

"Let's just get home," her mother whispers into her ear. "And we'll figure out what to do from there." Celestia nods, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through her swollen jaw. But she takes comfort in knowing that at least for now, she has her mother by her side.

Her mind is still reeling from the horror of the past few hours as she takes in her surroundings once again. The bright lights and throbbing music that once seemed so alluring now only serve to heighten her sense of unease and disorientation. Her eyes slide warily over to Raniere, who watches her with a predatory grin on his face. Swallowing hard against the lump in her throat, she slowly inches closer, unable to tear her gaze away from him.

"Yes..." She whispers hoarsely, hating herself for how easily he's drawn her back in. "I want more." With trembling fingers, she reaches out and takes the pill from his palm. Her heart races as she pops it into her mouth, feeling its weight settle on her tongue. The familiar rush of euphoria sweeps through her, washing away some of the pain and fear for a brief moment.

But even as the drug courses through her veins, she knows that this isn't over yet. There will be more tests, more humiliations...perhaps even worse things in store for both her and her mother. The thought fills her with despair, but she can't help feeling a spark of defiance flare up within her as well, burning away at the last scraps of Raniere's control over her mind.

Celestia:My mother..." She begins, shooting her mother an anxious glance before returning her attention to Raniere. "Her name is... Aria." She swallows hard again, feeling the warmth of the drug spread through her as she says it. "And I don't want that for her." Her voice is surprisingly firm despite the tremor in it.

There's a moment of silence, during which Raniere regards her with an unreadable expression. Finally, he nods once and turns back to Aria. "Very well, Aria. You may stay for now. But understand that I will be watching you both closely." His words send another shiver down Celestia's spine, but she refuses to cower before him any longer.

Celestia's heart sinks as her mother, Aria, listens in silently to Raniere's words. The thought of being forced to work here just to pay off the cost of Celestia's addiction makes her want to cry all over again. But she steels herself, refusing to give Raniere the satisfaction of seeing her break down any further. Instead, she squares her shoulders and meets his gaze defiantly.

"I will find a way out of this," she whispers fiercely, more for Aria's benefit than anyone else's. "We will get through this together." Her mother nods slightly in response, their eyes meeting briefly before focusing on the floor. They both know that the road ahead will be difficult and dangerous, but they are determined to make it out alive...and free from Raniere's twisted web of control and manipulation.

Celestia looks at her mother, Aria, with newfound determination burning in her eyes. "You're right," she says firmly. "We will find a way out of this together." Even as the words leave her lips, she knows that their freedom won't come easily. But for now, simply having each other's support and strength is enough to give them hope in the face of such overwhelming darkness.

Celestia blanches at the mention of providing sexual services, but she manages to keep her expression composed as she looks back at her mother. "I understand." She swallows hard and meets Aria's eyes with determination. "We will find a way out of this together. And we won't let anyone else get hurt in the process." Her voice is steady, more confident than she feels but necessary for maintaining their fragile bond in the face of such horror.

Aria nods slowly, her expression a mixture of fear and resolve. "All right," she says quietly. "Let's just focus on surviving this nightmare...and finding a way out." The two women embrace tightly, silently vowing to do whatever it takes to protect one another from the darkness that has descended upon them.

Celestia nods, still clinging tightly to her mother. "I understand," she whispers. The thought of continuing this life makes her want to retch, but she forces it down. She can't let Raniere see her break any more than she already has. Instead, she steel herself and focuses on the words Aria spoke earlier about surviving and finding a way out.

"We'll do whatever it takes," Celestia says firmly, glancing back at Raniere before looking away again. "Just don't make us wait too long." Her voice is shaking, but there's an undercurrent of steel in it that Aria hears and nods to herself, hoping their captor doesn't notice.

"Okay," Celestia whispers, her voice barely audible over the throbbing music. "Let's do this." She swallows hard against the lump in her throat and forces a shaky smile onto her face before taking her mother's hand. Together, they make their way through the crowd toward one of the private rooms where they know several guests are waiting.

As they enter the room, Celestia's heart sinks even further. The men lounging about in various stages of undress leer at her and her mother like hungry wolves, but she forces herself to stand tall and meet their gazes with a calculated coolness that doesn't betray her fear.

"Hello, gentlemen," she says brightly, trying not to choke on the words. "We're here to entertain you tonight." Her mother stands at her side, silent but unyielding as they prepare themselves for whatever horrors await them in this room and the countless others like it. For now, all they can do is focus on surviving...and finding a way out.

Celestia takes another deep breath and forces herself to meet the eyes of one of the men lounging on the couch. "Would you like a drink?" she asks, her voice steady despite the tremor in her body. The man smiles sleazily at her and nods, gesturing for her to come closer. As Celestia kneels beside him, their hands brush against each other and she shudders involuntarily.

But she cannot let herself show any weakness here. With practiced ease, she lifts the decanter of liquor from a nearby table and pours herself a healthy drink before turning back to her first customer of the night. "Here you go," she says, handing him his drink. The man grins, lips curling in an unpleasant way, and takes it from her, swallowing greedily.

Her mother stands nearby, watching with a mixture of horror and resolve as Celestia begins to navigate the dangerous waters of the club's sex trade. They both know that this night will be long and brutal, but they also know that if they can just survive it together...perhaps there is still hope for them after all.

Her heart races as she hands another drink to one of the men sitting nearby. She can feel their eyes on her, watching her every move with hungry intensity. Every time they touch her, it feels like a violation; but she knows that if she wants to survive this night - and maybe even find a way out of this hellhole - she has to play along.

She glances over at her mother, Aria, who seems to be faring slightly better than she is. Her expression is hardened, determined, as though she's steeling herself against the horrors that surround them. Celestia takes strength from this and forces another fake smile onto her face.

The music pulses through the room like a living thing, driving everyone into a frenzy of lust and drunkenness. It feels as though the air itself is thick with desire; she can almost taste it on her tongue. With each passing moment, Celestia grows more desperate to escape this place and return to some semblance of normalcy...but for now, there's no other choice but to keep surviving.

With each passing minute that they spend here with the customers, it feels like Celestia is losing more of herself. She tries to focus on her mother, Aria, who seems to be handling this nightmare better than she is. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't shake off the feeling that something terrible is about to happen.

As another man approaches them, his hand resting possessively on Celestia's hip, she feels herself breaking apart inside. Tears prick at her eyes, but she blinks them back fiercely before they can fall. This isn't the time for weakness; this isn't the time to give in. She has to keep going for Aria, for both of their sakes.

She forces a reassuring smile onto her face and turns her attention back to the man before her, letting his touch guide her as she leads him deeper into the darkness of the club. The music pulses through her veins, demanding that she surrender to its rhythm, but somehow she finds the strength within herself to resist it...at least for now.

With every sip and touch, Celestia feels herself spiraling further down into this nightmare. But she can't give in, not now when her mother needs her so much. She forces another smile onto her face, despite the tears that threaten to spill out at any moment. This isn't over yet; there has to be a way for them to escape this hellhole together.

As she leads another customer deeper into the shadows of the club, she glances back at Aria in desperation. Their eyes meet for just a second, and in that brief moment they share a silent promise: they will find a way out of this alive, no matter what it takes. And with that strength coursing through her veins, Celestia steel herself against whatever horrors the rest of the night may bring.

The man's rough hands grope at her body, pushing up her skirt as he guides them both deeper into the darkness. Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches Aria from the corner of her eye, silently begging her mother to understand that this isn't what they really are...that it's not who they really are.

With trembling hands, Celestia reaches up and undoes the man's belt, letting it fall to the floor with a metallic clang. She's terrified by what she's doing, but at the same time there's an odd sort of numbness settling over her body. It feels like she's already dead, just going through the motions until something changes.

As the man pulls out his engorged member, covered in a sticky residue from the drugs, Celestia forces herself to look at Aria one last time. The pain and desperation in her mother's eyes cut through her like a knife, but there's something else there too: determination. Determination that they will survive this nightmare together, and find their way back out into the world where they belong. With a shaky breath, Celestia closes the distance between them and begins to stroke the man's length, praying that it won't be long now...praying for rescue or redemption of some kind.

With every stroke of her hand against the man's throbbing length, Celestia feels as if she's losing more of herself. Her body moves in tandem with his lustful gasps and grunts, but inside she is screaming, begging for mercy from a reality that shows no such kindness.

Her mother watches her with eyes full of pity and disgust, tears streaming down her cheeks. But despite the pain this causes her, Celestia knows that Aria is still there, still strong...and they will find their way out of this together. With each passing moment, she focuses more on that goal, praying for a miracle as she continues to please the man before her.

Celestia grits her teeth as she feels the drugs seeping into her system. It burns like fire, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else besides the task at hand. Her mind wanders back to Aria, and she wonders how much longer they can last like this. But deep down, she knows that they have to keep going...for each other.

As the man nears his climax, he pushes her head down onto his lap, forcing her mouth around his engorged member. She tries not to gag on the bitter taste of the drugs and alcohol that coat it, focusing instead on just breathing through her nose as she takes him deeper into her throat. Her mind wanders further away from reality, spiraling into a haze of pain and desperation...but still, there's Aria.

As the man finally releases his load down her throat, Celestia feels like she might throw up. But she doesn't dare make a sound, not when it means drawing any more attention to them both. Instead, she swallows convulsively and forces herself to meet her mother's eyes again, searching for any sign of hope or strength.

"We have to keep going," Celestia whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "One more customer...and then maybe we can find a way out of here." She doesn't want to believe the words coming out of her own mouth, but she knows that there is no other choice right now.

Aria nods in agreement, managing a weak smile despite the tears streaming down her face. "We will," she says determinedly, reaching out a trembling hand to touch Celestia's shoulder. "Just focus on getting through this. I'll be here for you." And with that small gesture of solidarity, they both turn their attention back to the next customer waiting expectantly nearby.

"Okay," Celestia says shakily, forcing herself not to look away as she watches the man pour yet another line of drugs out onto the table. Her body feels heavy and uncoordinated from all the substances coursing through her veins, but she knows that if they don't do as this man commands...well, she doesn't even want to think about it.

With a deep breath, she leans forward, quickly snorting up the line of coke he has prepared for them. The taste is bitter and harsh, burning its way down her throat and setting her stomach churning. But she does it anyway; there's no other choice. As Aria follows suit, they exchange glances, knowing what they have to do now.

"Are you two ready for some fun?" the man asks, his voice slurred with drunkenness and lust. Despite her nausea and exhaustion, Celestia finds herself nodding, feeling a strange sense of detachment from her own body as she watches Aria nod too. They may not be in control right now, but they can at least make sure that their suffering doesn't last any longer than necessary...by playing along.

Without another word, the man shoves them both roughly down onto the couch, grinning with sick satisfaction as he undoes their clothes. His rough hands grope at their bodies, seeking out any sensitive spots while his other hand never strays far from the drug stash on the table beside him.

Celestia tries to block out the sounds of Aria's protests and pleas as she focuses instead on enduring this final nightmare. She closes her eyes, willing herself not to black out as his hands travel lower and lower, finally reaching their destination. As he roughly penetrates her, Celestia bites back a cry of pain, feeling tears streaming down her cheeks once again.

But she won't let him win this easily. With every thrust, she fights back, doing whatever it takes to make it through this horrific ordeal and onto the freedom that lies beyond. And beside her, Aria does the same, their shared determination the only thing keeping them going in this hellish place where all hope seems lost.

With every snort of the drug up her nose, Celestia feels another piece of herself slip away. Her mind is consumed by a haze of pain and desperation, but still she fights against the hopelessness that threatens to swallow her whole. She can feel Aria beside her, struggling as much as she is, and it gives her strength to keep going just a little longer.

As their customer watches them with an increasingly twisted expression of pleasure, Celestia bites back another scream of agony and focuses on the task at hand. With each thrust of his hips, she tries to ignore the burning sensation inside her and concentrate instead on surviving until they can find a way out of this hellhole once and for all.

With tears streaming down her face, Celestia closes her eyes tightly as she feels the warmth spreading between her legs. The shame and humiliation of losing control like this burn like fire in her gut, but there's no time to think about anything except survival. With shaking hands, she struggles to push down her skirt, trying to hide the evidence of what they've been forced to do here tonight.

"Is that enough?" Aria whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with exhaustion and fear. Celestia nods weakly, not daring to meet their customer's gaze as he watches them from across the room. As soon as they finish, she plans to make a break for it, no matter what it takes...to get out of here and never look back.