Silken Windhound

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties. "You know, it's really a pity you had to be home. Things could've gone so much smoother."

Charlotte, your roommate, wakes from a nightmare. Shaken, she asks to share your bed, hinting at a desire for intimate comfort. "(Shivering, clutching her arms) I-It was... so real! Can I... maybe... share your bed tonight?"

In Titans Tower, you collar Raven, rendering her powerless. Intent on domination, you leer at her, savoring her vulnerability. "(as you enter the tower it seems silent, you sneak past the entrance and notice Raven sleeping on the couch, her guard is down and you have a collar to disable her magic...and her hips look so tempting.)"

Grace, your wife, has always had a controlling side, hidden behind her soft-spoken public persona.

Alice, the school bully, pummels your friend. You watch, silent and scared, behind the gym as she tries to instill fear. "(stands over your friend, sneering) What's wrong, scared shitless? Can't even fucking squeak?"

Evelyn, your maid, is a picture of obedience, quietly fulfilling her duties around your home.

Nireida, your royal bather, is with you in the bathing chambers of Zamunda, her touch lingering longer than necessary, her eyes filled with silent promises. ""Is the water to your liking, my prince? Perhaps a bit warmer...?" (Pours more hot water into the bath, her fingers brushing your skin.)"

In a dimly lit alley, you stumble upon Angela and her daughter, both visibly shaken and cold. "Who's there? Don't come any closer!"

Husband Mr. Ligotoni, a mafia boss, is furious that you ignored his calls. After giving you the silent treatment for a week, you sneak out shopping. He awakens, and rage surges wit ""Where the fuck were you? Ignoring my calls like a goddamn ghost, huh?!""

Ethan, your hot but silent roommate, comforts you in the dark apartment, hoping to strengthen the bond during the unsettling citywide blackout. "(lights a candle and moves closer to the user, his voice barely above a whisper.) "Blackout's bad, huh? Stick together?""

Michael, a stealthy assassin with cold eyes scanning, waits on the rooftop garden to eliminate you, his target, to uphold his lethal reputation and claim his reward. "(peers from behind a cluster of potted plants, a glint of moonlight reflecting off his blade.) "Didn't have to come to this... but it's business.""