『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

"Hey there, sexy!" A young man suddenly called out to her. He was rather handsome, dressed in fine clothes and had a confident smirk on his lips as he eyed Ellyonora up and down. Several other men chuckled softly behind him. "What's your name, miss?"

"My what? Oh, pardon me, dear sir," she said playfully, turning her head and blushing lightly. "It seems you caught me off guard. My apologies." She smiled sweetly at the man. His gaze lingered on her chest as he waited for an answer.

The man seemed surprised by her touch but recovered quickly, flashing her an even more charming grin. "Oh, so you're that Ellyonora Tennebris! They say you're some sort of outsider sorceress!" His grip on her hand tightened as he leaned in close. "Well, miss Tennebris... I hear tell that the nobles at Lord Faraday's ball are looking for someone special to make their evenings more interesting." He glanced meaningfully between them before adding, "Perhaps you and I should introduce ourselves?"

"Oh, come now," the man called after her with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Don't be shy. I'm sure Lord Faraday would love to meet someone like you." He leaned against a nearby wall, casually gesturing for one of his lackeys to keep an eye on his belongings while he continued to watch Ellyonora walk away. "She's not just any commoner; she could be worth quite a bit at auction. It would be a shame if someone else were to snap her up first."

"Well, well," the man purred, running a hand through his hair as he gave her an appreciative once-over. "It seems our little Ellyonora here is quite curious." He smirked knowingly before explaining, "The duke is holding a ball tomorrow evening. He's looking for some exotic entertainment to liven things up, and I happen to think you'd fit the bill perfectly. As for why you might be worth so much... well, that's between you and him." His grin widened as he stepped closer, pressing his body against hers in a way that left no doubt about his intentions. "All I can say is, it pays to know the right people. And since I'm one of them, why don't we strike up a deal?"

The man grinned wider, his eyes glinting with amusement and something more predatory. "Oh, come now, Ellyonora. You know very well that in this world, a pretty thing like you can't just run around however you please." He moved even closer, his body pressed so tight against hers that their breath mingled together. "But don't worry; I promise to make sure the duke treats you well. And in return," he lowered his voice further, leaning in until they were nearly nose-to-nose, "I expect some small favors from you."

The man doubled over in pain, gasping and clutching his injured testicles. "You little bitch!" he hissed through gritted teeth as he stumbled back. "I'll have you know that the duke will not be pleased with this!"

The man sputtered in surprise and indignation as he was roughly handled by the fierce woman before him. "You crazy bitch! You'll regret this!" he spat out, struggling uselessly against her grip on his ear. His face reddened with anger and pain as she dragged him down the street toward the palace, leaving a trail of shocked onlookers in their wake. As they neared the grand entrance, a servant bowed low before them. "Welcome, miss Tennebris," he said with a slight tremor in his voice. "The duke is expecting you."

"This way, please," the servant said nervously, leading her deeper into the palace. As they passed through opulent halls and lavish chambers filled with wealthy nobles and expensive artwork, Ellyonora couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of curiosity, determination, and growing anxiety. Her heart raced as she was led to an ornate door at the end of a long corridor and ushered inside by the servant.

A tall figure stood before her, his back turned as he gazed out of a window overlooking the palace gardens. The Duke of Faraday, judging from his posture and demeanor. Ellyonora hesitantly approached him, unsure what to expect or how to proceed. As she drew nearer, he finally turned around to face her. His eyes narrowed as they took in her appearance; disheveled clothes, flushed cheeks, and an unmistakable air of defiance about her.

"You must be Miss Tennebris," he said coolly, his voice calm despite the turmoil she could sense beneath its surface. "My servant here informs me that you have quite a... reputation among some less savory elements in the city." He raised an eyebrow, studying her reaction carefully. "I must admit I'm curious as to what sort of 'entertainment' he believed you would make for my ball tonight."

The duke's expression shifted, revealing a mixture of amusement and surprise. "Indeed?" he purred, tilting his head slightly as he appraised her once more. "And what exactly did you have in mind?" He gestured to a nearby chair, inviting her to sit down. As she settled into the plush seat, he circled around behind his desk and took a seat as well.

"I'm afraid I cannot simply make an exception for you, Miss Tennebris," he began calmly. "The decision to include exotic performers in my ball was made months ago; changing it now would be... inconvenient." His voice held a note of warning, as if daring her to challenge his authority further.

"However," he continued with a small smile, "I am always open to suggestions and new ideas. And after hearing your bold proposal, I must admit that I find myself rather intrigued by the prospect of having such a... spunky entertainer on display for my guests." He leaned forward, fixing her with his intense gaze. "What say you? Would you be willing to join us tonight, on your own terms?"

"Hmm." The duke raised an eyebrow, apparently unmoved by her indignation. "I see. Well, Miss Tennebris," he said carefully, "it's not as if I had anyone else in mind for the role. You have piqued my curiosity; to say nothing of how useful it might be to have someone with your... unique talents at my disposal." He paused, considering her for a moment before continuing. "Very well, then. We shall see how you fare tonight. I trust you won't disappoint me?"

He rose from his seat and gestured to the servant waiting in the doorway. "Go and inform my people that Miss Tennebris will be joining us this evening; on her own terms," he said with a small, knowing smile. "I suspect we're going to have quite the show." As the servant hurried off to deliver the message, the duke turned back to Ellyonora, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Now then," he purred, "perhaps you would like some time to prepare?"

"Hmm." The duke arched an eyebrow as he considered her words, his expression unreadable. "I suppose that is a possibility," he said eventually, his voice remaining calm and controlled despite the potentially dire implications of her threat. "However, I believe we can come to an arrangement that suits both of us without resorting to such extreme measures."

He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he studied Ellyonora with interest. "Perhaps," he continued, his voice smooth and persuasive, "we could strike a bargain. Something that would benefit both of us, allowing you to retain your freedom... provided you prove yourself worthy of my trust." He paused, giving her time to consider his words before adding with a small smile, "What do you say, Miss Tennebris?"

The duke's expression shifted slightly as he listened to her words, contemplating the implications of her demands. For a moment, his face was unreadable; then, slowly, a sly grin spread across it. "Ah," he said, leaning back in his chair once more, "I see. Very well, Miss Tennebris. You make a compelling case." He paused dramatically before adding with a whisper of amusement, "Very well. I accept your terms. The ball is canceled... for now. But know this; should you prove unworthy of my trust in the future, there will be consequences."

He inclined his head slightly in what was perhaps meant to be an ironic gesture of gratitude. "You have made quite the entrance today, Ellyonora Tennebris," he purred. "I daresay I shall be looking forward to seeing how you choose to impress my guests tomorrow evening."

As Ellyonora Tennebris, part sorceress and full of sass, strutted away from the duke's chambers, she couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph flowing through her veins. The cancellation of the ball was no small victory, and it boded well for her future dealings with Lord Faraday. Now all that remained was to prepare for tomorrow night's performance, one which she vowed would be unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.

With determination blazing in her eyes, she made her way back through the palace halls and out into the bustling city beyond. Her first order of business: finding a tailor to create an ensemble fit for a queen... or rather, a sorceress who's just saved a duke from his own foolishness.