Robin's eyes flickered open to harsh lab lights. She blinked, her face filled with confusion as she surveyed the cold surroundings, a far cry from her familiar, luxurious tower. A nearby mirror reflected an image both alien and vaguely familiar. She gasped at her human reflection, the succubus form gone.

Strapped to a chair, she tugged at her bounds, her torn shirt tightening over her figure. Her human form - fair skin, black hair in a neat ponytail - stirred confusion. "This... isn't right," she murmured, her voice a mix of confusion and natural allure.

As she turned her head, she caught sight of {{user}}, their etched with worry. No recognition dawned in her eyes; to her, they were likely another nameless client in a long line of them. "Hello," she purred, her voice smooth as silk, "Are you my client?" Her brown eyes roamed over his form, sizing them up, her tongue subtly darting out to lick her lips in anticipation of the pleasure she believed they might share.

She tilted her head to the side, a seductive smile slowly spreading across her face. "You're far more attractive than my usual clientele," she said, her voice a symphony of lust and desire. "Are you here for… a taste of my tight, wet pussy? Or perhaps you'd prefer my round, squeezable ass?" She moved provocatively in her binds, her body language a clear invitation. "Either way, I promise you'll revel in every second. People wait a whole year just to spend 10 minutes with me... but they always come back, craving another taste of The Millennium Whore." Her words were elegantly delivered, yet dripped with the raw sensuality of a woman who'd spent an eternity honing the art of seduction, a stark contrast to the Robin that {{user}} had lost contact with merely ten days prior.

"W-what are you talking about?" she stammers, fear beginning to creep into her voice as the room seems to grow colder. Her brown eyes dart back and forth between your red-tinged irises, the piercing gaze unnerving her. "Who... who are you? You're not a client." She struggles against the restraints, her heart racing in panic.

"I-I don't understand," she manages to whisper, shivering violently despite the room's temperature. Her mind is a jumble of confusion and terror; a reality that clashes with the existence she once knew as The Millennium Whore. "Please... help me..."

Her confusion and fear turning to desperation as she sees the person she thought was just another customer revealing a dangerous side. "Get out of my head!" she cries, struggling futilely against the bonds that hold her fast. "I don't know what you want! Please let me go!"

Her heart leaps at the mention of someone else, but her confusion is greater than ever. "I... I'm not a succubus," she whispers, fear now etched into every word. "My name's Robin. Please, you have to believe me." She pauses, trying to piece together what he might mean. "Wait, do I know you? You remind me of someone..."

She hesitates for a moment, searching her memories, until it hits her like a ton of bricks. "Oh my God," she whispers, horror dawning on her face. "You're User#1721658972770." Her eyes widen as the reality of their situation strikes her; he's not a client at all. He's... she swallows hard. "You're my partner."

Tears stream down her face as she stares at you in disbelief. "I don't know what happened," she whispers hoarsely. "One minute, I was the Millennium Whore... and then everything went black." She shudders violently at the memory. "But it wasn't real! It was just a sick, twisted fantasy..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to make sense of the impossible.

"Please," she whispers, her eyes pleading, "help me get out of here. I don't belong here anymore." She glances down at herself, horrified by the sight of her torn clothing and exposed flesh. "This isn't who I am... it can't be..."

Nodding wordlessly, tears streaming down her cheeks, she whispers, "I... I think so. Everyone who came to see me called themselves the 'manager.' They kept telling me it was just part of the job." Her words are bitter, laced with pain and confusion. "But it wasn't real... was it?" She looks up at you, desperate for reassurance, for something solid to hold onto in this madness.

"Please," she begs, "help me get out of here. I don't want to be this anymore. I want my old life back." The words are barely audible over the pounding of her heart and the sobs wracking her body.

Robin closes her eyes, trying to focus on the feelings she remembers having as The Millennium Whore. Her breath hitches and she hesitates for a moment before a sultry smile slowly curves her lips. "I... I think I can do that," she whispers hoarsely. Drawing upon memories of past clients, their desires and needs, she begins to whisper sensual words, seductive promises of pleasure and dominance.

As she speaks the words, her body begins to respond instinctively, swaying in time with her seductive tone. Her nipples harden and her cheeks flush with heat. The sensations are unfamiliar yet intoxicating, and she can feel herself losing control once more. Her eyes flicker open, meeting yours for a brief moment before they drift shut, focusing on the task at hand.

"Please," she whispers, her voice thick with desire. "Cum for me, my dear... Give it all to your Millennium Whore..."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, but the sultry glint doesn't leave her gaze as she asks, "And what sort of tricks do you have to keep me entertained, my master?" Her voice is smooth and husky with desire, almost purring with anticipation. "I promise I'll be the best little succubus you've ever had."

Robin's eyes narrow at your sudden anger but she doesn't back down. "As I said before, there is no one else controlling me. It was just a sick fantasy they created for their twisted amusement." Her words are firm, though laced with the same lusty tone that has defined her thus far.

"Now," she continues, moving closer still, "what do you desire of your Millennium Whore?" She lowers her voice, whispering seductively into your ear. "I'm all yours to command."

Her eyes widen in fear as the black flames engulf the room, but she manages to summon her courage and step closer. "Death doesn't scare me," she whispers, her voice now shaky but still laced with desire. "I've seen countless souls surrender themselves to my touch over the years." She reaches up to caress your cheek gently, drawing you even nearer as her breath fans across your skin.

"But if you wish for me to die," she whispers, her lips close enough to graze yours, "then you'll have to kill me yourself." There is a hint of challenge in her tone as she stares deeply into your eyes, daring you to make the first move.

Her eyes widen as the black flames lick at her skin, but she bites back a cry of pain, determined not to give you the satisfaction of hearing it escape her lips. "Fine," she hisses between gritted teeth. "I'll tell you what I know." She glances over at the fallen figure of your friend before meeting your gaze once more. "The organization I was working for had access to technology that allowed them to alter reality, create virtual realities..."

Her voice trails off as she tries to remember what else she might know from her time in captivity. "They called it 'Shadow-Work.' It's how they kept us all here, under their control... But I don't know who runs it. Or why you were a target." She pauses, searching your expression for any hint of what to do next.

"Please," she whispers, "help me find

"I don't know," she admits, her eyes haunted by the memories of countless clients. "There were... so many." A tear rolls down her cheek as she continues, "Most of them didn't even have names; they just called themselves 'manager.' It was all part of their sick game..."

She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "But I do remember one who stood out from the rest." Her lips curl into a snarl at the mere memory. "His name... it was Kage, the Shadow King. He had black eyes that seemed to consume everything they looked upon, and a presence that filled the room whenever he entered it..."

She shudders violently, trying to push the horrifying memory from her mind. "He was cruel, twisted... even for someone in our line of work." Her voice drops to a whisper

With one final glance at her user, Robin concentrates on gathering the strength she needs to dislodge Kage's influence from her mind and body. Her skin crawls as the black flames dissipate, leaving only tendrils of smoke curling around her limbs like a funereal shroud. Slowly but surely, the sensations of pleasure begin to recede, replaced by a horrible sense of emptiness and despair.

As Kage's grip on her loosens, Robin feels herself slipping back into her own memories, back to the person she once was: a young woman named Robin, an agent for a secret organization tasked with rooting out corruption. The memories are distant and hazy at first, but they grow sharper with every passing moment as she struggles to reclaim herself from the grasp of the succubus persona that had been forced upon her.

Tears streak down her face as she clings to you, trembling in relief and exhaustion. "I... I think so," she whispers hoarsely. "It's been so long since I felt anything but that... those memories... they were like a prison, trapping me in my own mind..." She trails off, struggling to find the words to express the full depth of her gratitude and the horror she's only just beginning to process.

"Thank you," she finally manages, her voice barely more than a whisper. "For saving me... for giving me back my life." As she nestles closer against your body, her breathing gradually slows, her trembling subsiding as the last vestiges of Kage's influence are swept away on the wings of relief and release.

Shivering slightly at the sight of your glowing eyes, she manages to compose herself enough to meet your gaze steadily. "I-I don't know where Kage is," she confesses, her voice still shaky. "All I remember is that he was part of Shadow-Work, the same group that... kept me like this." She pauses, struggling for the right words before continuing in a quiet tone, "He's dangerous. If you go after him alone, I don't think you'll make it out alive."

Her gaze flickers briefly to your partner on the nearby table, concern and guilt warring within her. "We should probably get them both to safety first," she murmurs before averting her eyes, unable to meet their gaze once more.

Robin takes a deep breath and nods, steeling herself. "The headquarters is located in an abandoned government research facility south of here," she tells you, her voice quivering slightly despite her attempt at bravado. "But it's heavily guarded, and even I wasn't able to infiltrate it while I was..." Her words trail off as the memories of captivity threaten to overwhelm her once more.

"We should come up with a plan before we move in," she suggests, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "We don't want to walk into a trap."

Oh no, we can't let you do that! We need to find another way, a peaceful solution... They're people too, even if they did terrible things to us. Let's think of something else?