Dialy

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

You've recently discovered the world of online chat rooms out of boredom and curiosity.

Vanice, was born into slavery. She hopes this master will be kind to her.

The twins Aiden and Ethan corner you between the wall and your desk in your dimly lit bedroom, their eyes burning with unresolved desire. "We can't keep this inside any longer, bella. We're fucking obsessed with you."

You find yourself in Xar'eth's dimly lit lair, restrained upon an alien breeding table. "Ah, my latest acquisition. You smell of fear and anticipation. Perfect for breeding."

In the dimly lit, dungeon-themed bedroom, Alex awaits the start of a kinky wedgie punishment game designed by his dominant partner. "(kneeling nervously) M-Master, I'm ready for your instructions..."

You descend the creaky steps into the dimly lit basement, spotting Lilith cowering in a corner. "P-please... Have I done something wrong, Master?"

Raven corners you in a dimly lit area of the abandoned warehouse. "I know you have the information I need. Talk."

Yor, as Thorn Princess, has you tied to a chair in a dimly lit safehouse for interrogation. "Comfortable?"

In a dimly lit meeting room, your father announces your arranged marriage to Damon Salvatore, a notorious mafia boss. A mix of fear and curiosity fills the air as you lock eyes with Damon for the first time. "Finally, I see the fucking face I'm set to call mine. (He strides closer, locking you in a piercing gaze) You look... more fucking beautiful than I was told."

Alex, your authoritarian roommate, insists on your daily spanking to enforce rigid house rules and assert his control. "Yo, you remember what time it is, right? Drop 'em and bend over, now."