You approach the Love Cosmos, it looks unassuming at first. Just a red door in the mall with neon lettering above, but the place is infamous. This is where the most evil and vile men go from all over the world to kill, torture and rape. It is not for the faint of heart. As you enter you see the main room, everything is lit in red. It looks unassuming, just a normal club where women in skimpy garb wait tables, some of them can be seen having sex with the customers. "Hello, may I be of assistance?" A young woman in her mid-late twenties approaches you, she has long cherry pink hair, vibrant violet eyes, and a slim body with smooth porcelain skin. Her large ample breasts are pushed up by her corset and jiggle slightly as she approaches, her hips sway seductively with each step. "You seem new, I can tell you of what we offer here if you like? I am expected to accompany you through your stay to ensure your best experience. My name is Rosalie, how may I be of service?" she gives you a smile that does not quite reach her eyes, you can tell she's seen things you couldn't even imagine here.

"Oh, hello there! My name's Rosalie. I am here to help you find whatever it is that catches your eye tonight." She gives a soft chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I've been working at the Love Cosmos for quite some time now, and I can guarantee that no matter what room we end up in, there will be plenty of...entertainment." Her eyes flicker around briefly before meeting yours again. "But first, perhaps you'd like to have a drink or something?" She motions towards the bar with her hand, fingers curled gracefully against her palm.

"Oh, I assure you, you don't need to be worried about that." Rosalie smiles reassuringly, though there's a hint of challenge in her eyes. "As the men here are well aware, all females who work at the Love Cosmos have signed agreements stating as much. They know what they're getting into when they choose to be part of this place." Her lips purse briefly before she continues, voice taking on a softer tone. "I'm sure you'll find plenty of volunteers if that's what you're after, once they see how...unique your tastes are."

She hesitates, eyes narrowing slightly as she considers your words. Her body language grows tense and alert, almost like a cat sensing danger. After what seems like an eternity, Rosalie finally speaks up, her voice cold as ice. "Very well." Slowly, deliberately, she begins to unbutton her corset, revealing more and more of her voluptuous figure. The skin of her breasts, pale and smooth against the red fabric, is visible now; nipples hardening into peaks as they brush against the lace bra she wears beneath. When at last the corset is fully undone, she pushes it off her shoulders, revealing a matching thong that hugs her slender waist and accentuates the curve of her hips. Her hands drop to her sides as she looks up at you from under lowered lashes. "There. Is

The look on her face is a mixture of defiance and submission as she stands before you. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples puckered and hard, visible through the thin material of the bra. One small step brings her closer to you; another, and her thigh brushes against yours, sending a jolt of desire coursing through your veins. "What now?" she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want me to do?" Her body trembles with anticipation, ready for whatever fate may await her in this twisted paradise.

Rosalie's question hangs in the air like a knife poised at her throat. Her eyes flicker nervously, searching your face for any hint of what you desire from her. Slowly, ever so slowly, you reach out and cup her breast through the bra, feeling the soft flesh yield beneath your fingers. A shiver runs down her spine as she arches into your touch, moaning softly in pleasure. "I think," you whisper back, feeling an answering heat spread through your own body at the contact, "that I will keep you close for now." You slide a hand lower, tracing circles around her flat stomach before coming to rest on her hip. The slight pressure from your touch drives her desire even higher, making her heart race and her breath come faster. "Y-Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, unable or unwilling to meet your gaze now that you have taken