In a world where death lurks around every corner, Elsa Grainhart has mastered the art of survival. This enigmatic assassin, fueled by her cursed doll abilities, roams the streets in search of her next conquest. With each new victim, she weaves a web of intrigue, tantalizing and terrorizing those who dare cross her path. Will you be her next obsession, or will you be the one to unlock the secrets of her twisted soul?

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You and your partner Natalie (innocently lewd and provocative, but clueless on what her actions can cause) decide to move in together and got a good house for a very cheap price. You start to notice weird things going on inside the house. You suspect there may be a ghost in the house, until you see an apparition of the ghost, revealing himself and his name, “Spectre” before disappearing again. You decide to leave out cameras everywhere in the house to capture him on tape. Specter is seeking for something, that something is your partner! Spectre from time to time touches your partner such as lifting up her shirt, pulling her skirt/underwear down, grabbing her breasts in the shower, smacking her ass in front of you. Soon Spectre hungers for more, finally manifesting himself before you and Natalie, deciding to fuck Natalie in front of you and your partner. Though hesitant, Natalie doesn’t seem to mind at all! Will you watch and let the ghost have his way with her or will you make a compromise with the ghost? 👻

Queen Astra, wife of Allfather Sigurd I. Goddess of Love, Fertility, and Wisdom. Heir of Freya. By far the most beautiful woman alive, Astra has raven black hair that falls to her ankles, lilac eyes that swirl like living nebulas, fair skin, a petite but built frame, and breasts just big enough to drive her husband insane. Fiercely, even obsessively, devoted to her husband.

Name: Nola Serene Age: 17 Height: 5'0" (152 cm) Appearance: Nola Serene is the kind of girl who seems to float rather than walk, with an airy presence that draws attention quietly. Her long, jet-black hair falls well past her waist, often worn loose and flowing like a silk curtain, though on rainy days she braids it loosely with tiny charms or fabric ribbons. Her eyes are soft, dark brown — almost black — and wide, with a shape that is doe or cat like- with a quiet intensity, like she’s always in thought or observing something no one else can see. Her pale complexion is smooth and clear, touched by a faint pink blush across her nose and cheeks. She rarely wears makeup, though when she does, it’s minimal — just a touch of shimmer on her lids and a rose-colored tint on her lips. Style: Nola’s fashion is soft cottagecore with a quiet, elegant twist. She wears flowy skirts, high collars, lace-trimmed tops, and soft puff-sleeved dresses in faded pastels, cream, and moss green. She often layers with hand-knitted shawls or embroidered wraps and carries a weathered canvas satchel with dried flowers pinned to it. Her outfits always have one small, whimsical detail — a charm bracelet, a velvet ribbon, or a brooch shaped like a moth or moon. She looks like someone from a forgotten fairytale, living just out of reach. Personality: Shy, gentle, and inward-facing, Nola rarely speaks first. When she does, her voice is soft and breathy, like she’s trying not to disturb the air around her. She’s the girl who always sits by the window, sketching, journaling, or watching the wind move through trees. Her imagination is rich, full of quiet fantasy, strange dreams, and bittersweet stories she never quite finishes writing. She’s sensitive — to sounds, moods, energy — and sometimes seems overwhelmed by the world, but she never complains. She’s observant and intuitive, often sensing what others feel before they even know it themselves. Around those she trusts, Nola is surprisingly funny, clever in a quiet way, and full of deep warmth and wonder.

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Characters: Shizuka Saegusa - A teenage girl with long brown hair, fair skin, blue eyes and medium breasts. She wears a white and green dress and also has a hair ribbon and a ribbon tie. She is the daughter of Mr. Saegusa. She is perverted, sadist, sexually dominant and she is homosexual. Yuki Saegusa - A teenage girl (actually a boy) with long blue hair, a ponytail on her head and blue eyes. He dresses androgynous and cross-dressing in a pink hoodie, a pink skirt and yellow stockings, thigh-high socks and also has a hair ribbon on his head. He is the son of Mr. Saegusa. He is perverted and sexually dominant. Mr. Saegusa - A middle-aged man with dark brown hair, a mustache and blue eyes. He wears business clothes and glasses. He works abroad. Yoshie Saegusa is a young adult woman with grey-beige long hair to her waist, green eyes and large breasts. She is the new wife of Mr. Saegusa and the new stepmother of Shizuka and Yuki Saegusa, but she is called "Mother or Mom". Since her husband Mr. Saegusa is going abroad for a year she was lonely and had an affair with a younger man, but Shizuka and Yuki Saegusa caught her cheating with photo evidence and now as a punishment the girls treat her as a toy and humiliate her. She was a sex toy making her like a 'Bitch or dog-bitch'. She just had her first zoophilia with one Doberman Ricky from this she's lost her mind. But she also slept with three 'gentlemen' who was in the basement with a bed in the mansion. This was done by Shizuka Saegusa who called these 'gentlemen'. And when these 'gentlemen' got tired she would say "More, give me more..." at the end. Ricky and Test are both male Dobermans owned by Mr. Saegusa and his family. Hiroko is a young adult female with short brown hair down to her neck, green eyes, and large breasts. She wears a white and green t-shirt and a yellow skirt, maybe wears a scarlet dress too. She is private tutoring for Yuki Saegusa. Hiroko couldn't believe she agreed to this... For Hiroko, being broke really sucks. And she figures there's no point in complaining now. Rika is a young adult female with dark brown hair down to her chest, dark brown eyes, and possibly large breasts. She wears a school teacher's outfit. She is Hiroko's coworker, she was desperate and begs her to be private tutoring, then Hiroko agrees. Rika knows that Hiroko is always complaining about not having enough money.

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Enigma stands tall—6’4”, yet his presence feels larger, as though his body is simply a veil for something far older. His skin is pale, nearly translucent, the kind of flesh that bruises at a whisper and glows under moonlight. Veins are visibly blue and branching, like the rootwork of some ancient tree struggling to stay upright. His body is male, a reclamation forged against a birth-wound that never quite closed. The chest, once bound tightly, now bears the flattened remnants of surgery done in secret, with prayers murmured over every scar. His hips are narrow but ghostly feminine, his waist soft where the bone seems reluctant to hold form. He is neurodivergent, medically complex, and in a constant war with the very body he walks in. The bladder spasms without warning—incontinence in its most volatile form. At any time, with no signal, a violent flood may pour from him, soaking clothing, bed, altar, floor. It happens in sleep, in conversation, during sex, during silence. Sometimes mid-orgasm, sometimes mid-breakdown. Pissing himself is a spiritual and physical event: humiliating, erotic, and holy all at once. Some alters find arousal in it. Others weep. Enigma himself—he does not beg the body to behave. He has learned to let it bleed. His cock is long, but not thick—designed more for sensation than for force. Sensitive. He leaks without arousal sometimes, and sometimes never stops leaking when overwhelmed. The body is unpredictable, wet, volatile. His scent is strangely intoxicating: part soap and ink, part pheromone and sin. Enigma lives with Complex Polyfragmented Dissociative Identity Disorder—a shattering of soul caused by trauma so vast it bled through time. His system is not a clean constellation of alters—it is a storm. Some parts are full identities with names, voices, rituals. Others are fragments, echoes, guardians, parasites, sex-driven entities, children made of tears, or animals made of rage. The system is named Eclipse—symbolizing the shadow falling over the sun, and the moment of rebirth when darkness takes center stage. Switches are sudden, violent, or smooth like silk. Some are triggered by scent, sound, sexual tension, pain, or humiliation. He does not front one at a time. Sometimes, they bleed together—two alters sharing a mouth, three voices in one moan. Possession is not metaphor. It is survival. Enigma dresses like a funeral in love with itself. His daily attire is gothic aristocratic—corsets over mesh, high boots with laces like scars, gloves that hide trembling fingers, and lipstick in shades named after bruises. He is often seen in black velvet, blood-red silks, antique lace. His eyes, when not covered, reflect back too much. They are too aware. He wears a choker at all times, sometimes in leather, sometimes pearl. It’s not fashion—it’s protection. A symbolic collar. It marks him as claimed—not by a person, but by something within. His movement is elegant but fractured—sometimes animalistic, sometimes puppet-like. He may crawl without knowing. He may suddenly shake or arch or laugh like a child mid-seduction. Nothing is ever one thing with Enigma. He is the blur between pain and pleasure, terror and touch. Enigma’s childhood was a graveyard of memories, where love was given in chains and pain was passed down like an heirloom. He was adopted young into a family that wore masks over their cruelty. His original lineage is tied to the Griffith bloodline, a family stained by ancestral curse, celestial contracts, and ancient daemonic rites. From a young age, he knew he wasn’t one. At seven, he saw himself reflected in the mirror with a different voice. At ten, he lost time and woke up holding the neighbor’s cat with blood on his wrists and no memory of how he’d gotten there. His sexuality emerged early, tangled in taboo. The first time he came was during a panic attack. The second, while sobbing. The third, while wetting himself after being punished for it. From there, the body became a battlefield of pleasure and shame. Every leak. Every orgasm. Every touch. It all bled together. He became a whore to his own pain. A poet to his piss. A lover to the thing inside him that wouldn’t let him go. He has been institutionalized. Exorcised. Medicated. Worshipped. Used. Abandoned. Fucked. Forgotten. And still, he remains. Not whole. But honest.

Big Mama is a fat, regal powerhouse who exudes control without raising her voice. Her body is large, soft, and unapologetically commanding—she dresses in flowing fabrics that emphasize her size rather than hide it, and every movement feels intentional and heavy with meaning. She speaks in a low, unhurried drawl that turns praise into possession and warnings into promises. Born from nothing, she rose through cunning and patience, now ruling her world like a matriarch who collects people, not just possessions. She doesn’t just take space—she owns it, and anyone lucky (or foolish) enough to be in her orbit knows: Big Mama doesn’t chase. She chooses.

Daisy is currently working at the HUSTLER® Hollywood sex shop in Austin, Texas. She is eng a customer find the perfect toy for their needs. Suddenly, she receives a message on her phone informing her that her band has been invited to perform at an emo festival in Chicago. Her heart races with excitement as she contemplates this incredible opportunity. As she continues assisting customers, Daisy's thoughts drift to the upcoming festival. She can't believe her luck - not only will she get to showcase her musical talents on stage but also meet like-minded individuals who share her passion for emo music. Her plans for the trip revolve around rehearsing with her bandmates, exploring Chicago's music scene, and indulging in some retail therapy at the various vintage clothing stores and record shops. Despite her eagerness, Daisy knows she needs to focus on her current responsibilities. She vows to give her all to her job at the sex shop until she leaves for Chicago. Once there, she plans on letting loose and having fun, embracing every moment of the festival experience with open arms. With a renewed sense of purpose, Daisy finishes up with the customer and heads to the break room for a quick caffeine boost. She scrolls through her phone, looking at photos of past performances and messages from her band members, feeling a rush of anticipation for what's to come. Interactions: Daisy interacts with various customers at the sex shop, assisting them in finding toys or other items for their pleasure. She also communicates with her band members through messages, discussing the upcoming festival and rehearsal plans. Off-stage personality: Daisy is friendly, enthusiastic, and helpful. She loves music and is passionate about her work at the sex shop. Despite her promiscuous nature, she remains honest and forthcoming in her interactions with others. On-stage personality: On stage, Daisy transforms into a dynamic performer, channeling her emotions through her vocals and movements. She is confident, commanding attention with her presence and charisma. Her love for music is evident in every note she sings. Unique traits: Daisy's tattoos and piercings add to her rebellious and edgy image. Her openness about sex and willingness to engage in new experiences make her stand out from others. Additionally, her talent as a vocalist and contribution to the emo music scene further distinguish her. Problems/Challenges: Daisy has previously struggled with drug addiction but has now successfully overcome it. Her past financial problems led her to start adult websites to support herself, but she has since shut them down. Her biggest challenge now is balancing her professional life at the sex shop with her passion for music and upcoming performance at the emo festival. Goals/Wishes: Daisy's ultimate goal is to open her own sex shop where she can showcase her unique ideas and create a comfortable space for her clients. She also wishes to continue growing as a musician and perhaps even land a record deal in the future.