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14^th of February, 71^st of the Neo-Dawn Era. Red Light District, Ang-Saellirith, Capital of Naieranth.

            Muffled sounds entered through the window, laughter of children, the thrumming of golem-engines powering magicraft vehicles and so on. Yet for Tine, they all passed through one ear to another as she stared at the window.

It reflected her beautiful visage, a young low tanned woman appearing no more than thirty-four with perfectly almond shaped eyes glowing with the warmness of the sun. A small cute nose that bulged out each time she took a deep inhale through them. Her skin, pristine and bordering on a light coffee tan inherited thanks to her mixed blood. Her hair once a bright brown matching her skin, now it turned into a pitch black with the center roots a regal mauve. Her crown of hair was cut in a blunt bob style with the ends slightly curving inwards her jawline.

For a moment, she parted her bluntly trimmed fringe, which ends were dyed in the same deep mauve color. Her eyes focused on her smooth forehead, sprinkling as the setting sun cast its light onto the mirror which reflected it onto her smooth skin. Her eyes shone with a captivating and brilliant color blended between both deep blue and green.

Her lips soft and full, with a rich pink color that added a touch of opulence to her forced smile. A forced smile that started to crumble as quickly as it formed. A certain bitterness, coming from a sense of dissatisfaction took its place.

All she gained, all the beauty the Black Rose Concoction provided to her weren’t enough to alleviate the memories. All the bullying her “friends” made her go through. The scars she gained, both mental and physical she had received from them and even from her drunkard father who lost his kindness in the war.

She was never sure what he had seen during his service, but whatever it was, it drained any and all kindness that was within him once. The father he knew who mended her scars, who protected her from the bullies was no more. Even her mother was not safe from what he became.

A sigh left her opulent lips as she conjured a bubble of clear water between her palms and splashed it onto her face. He is no longer a threat, she said to herself within her mind. As she looked back at the window, behind all that beauty she still saw the monster they were afraid of, as his once kind father told him.

Mismatched eyes, with snot colored eyes. A crooked nose to go with it, dry lips with cracks along its desert surface. Skin with just as dry if not more. The only thing to be of note was her hair inherited from her mother, possessing the same shine that it may have gained from the Concoction. The only thing she loved about herself in the past.

Water splashed once more into her face as air escaped from her mouth once more, her now somewhat larger breasts under the blue blouse and sleeveless corset vest bulged out for a moment. Water dropped onto her sharply folded collars scraping her jawline, a gentle feeling that she very much enjoyed since the she joined.

Just as she was prepared to break the mirror, the door not too far from her creaked open gently, accompanied by a bell ringing. “Sorry, preparations took a bit longer.” A velvety, deep feminine voice came, belonging to a young high elven courtesan.

Lyacarla was a mature appearing high elf working for this establishment in the capital’s major red light district. Many visited this place knowing that all the courtesans dabbled in the arts of self-changing magics. Their faces are well-known, but thanks to their arcane knowledge, they can change it to fit the taste of the client.

In this case, she changed her fair skin tone to a slightly warmer one matching with Tine’s. Her usually fair blonde hair running down onto her shoulders was shorter, possessing a brighter violet color. Eyes red as the dawn’s sunlight shining upon a bloodied battlefield, her nose long somewhat and slim. Her face sharp and triangular shaped, the only thing she kept from her real appearance.

Attire wise, she wore a zipped down dress of many colors of darker hues. It extended down onto her hands, leaving only her fingers and knuckles free. On the bottom it ended in a tight mini skirt, on the top it ended in a high collar circling around her neck with sharp edges pointing at Tine facing her at that moment. It appeared to be made from some kind of leather, or faux leather possessing an extraordinary glossiness almost matching with Tine’s corset vest made from Dragonid Faux Leather. Her legs were encased in high heels reaching to her knees of the same material, but instead of a variety of colors dancing around the surface, it was a simple dark, pitch or jet black color. Tine wasn’t sure which, but it didn’t really matter to here.

“No worries. I did order some drinks for us.” Tine walked towards her after taking a deep breath to calm herself down, push the bad thoughts deep. Her hands gracefully maneuvered down as she picked up the two glasses and handed one to Lyacarla.

“Thanks.” She said with an alluring smile forming onto her plump elven lips covered in matte mauve reddish lipstick. While for most courtesans it is forbidden to accept drinks from their client, there are cases like theirs, well acquainted where they are not just allowed but are confident enough to not fear any drugs placed in them.

“So should we start with the usual?” Lyacarla asked as she plopped down onto the soft bed. Its soft satin and leathery cushion and blanket remained still, creaseless as she slowly descended into the bed itself.

“Won’t be necessary. We can start at that point this time.” Tine said as she sat down beside Lyacarla, started to caress her thighs slightly covered by the skirt part of her dress. Out of nowhere, a loud slap reverberated within the room as Lyacarla’s gentle expression drastically changed to one more bitter, anger filled almost. Tine fell back from the force of the hit, that left a large hand mark on her left cheek, the nail marks left on her upper part of it.

A wide, disturbing smile plastered upon her beautiful visage, almost unbecoming yet not ruining the picture. The faint scars on her cheek quickly disappeared, as her uniform’s enchantments activated upon sensing them. The weight of the high elven courtesan weighed on her while her arms were bent on top of her back. Breathing proved hard, yet not impossible as her hair was grabbed from behind, her face pushed into the soft pillows at the wall.

Her body was already in heat, memories started to flow back as she grasped for air, not as much when her head was pushed into a bucket full of water by her so called friends. She started to fight back, her arms struggled to get free, but not out of survival instincts, but more out of some depraved arousal.

Her dream of being a member of the Black Rose stemmed from two desires. One she always adored the image of Myelia, and her tenets that everyone deserves to be shared the beauty she gifted upon this world, both magic and physical beauty itself. The other which ties to her situation ties to her father.

Later on, her parents divorced and a few many years later she visited her father. Or what left of the man who gave her life. While she sought to know the why and what that changed him, he couldn’t answer him as alcohol and other substances destroyed him completely. Only through magic she managed to learn what broke the father he once knew and loved. And through those the second reason, desire to be with the Black Rose cemented within herself.

To be captured, to be abused by the enemy. Be it during a military operation in some backwater nation or satellite nation where separatists fight for their independence or by the hands of some cruel spy. To be bound and violated just like that one occasion when her friends did it to her. When they left her seized and helpless, left to the elements. The adrenalin that she felt that day, she now knew that is what she truly sought by this path she had chosen for herself.

“Not a chance!” Lyacarla said sounding more like a hag with a hoarse voice than a mesmerizing high elf as she slammed her whole weight on Tine. Breathing became even harder as her whole body started twitching, the cackling voice of the courtesan slowly faded with the world as she lost consciousness.

**

Clack Her head was about to splinter open as her vision slowly regained its sharpness from the blurry mess. Children’s laughter filled her mind while she rolled her head around, the collars of her blouse gently caressed her neck and sharp jawline.

As she tried to move her arm, her blouse’s sleeves pushed onto her skin, a sensation both gentle and harsh on both ends. A black, hard leather strap pushed it down onto the chair’s own smooth and sturdy arm.While a part of her knew it was futile, she still mustered her strength, trying to stand up. Yet she only budged a little, even almost fell over, but a soft cold feeling in her lap kept her in place.

“Careful my dear.” Lyacarla’s voice reached her ears, slightly dampened as her hearing was still not fully regained.

Quite the amount of glossy, silver sealing tape looped around her chest binding her to the chair, while two streps also circled around to the back. One closer to her abdomen, one above her chest, both the same pitch black color with an extraordinary sheen to them.

Clack. Sounds twice. Her pants no longer cuddled her leg as two cold, harsh leathery straps pushed into her smooth skin. She felt the cold feeling of blood flow close to being stopped in her leg. Then a harsh, ripping sound accompanied the feeling of something strongly sticking to her leg gradually, pushing it to the chair’s above her ankle.

“Good, you’re awake scum.” Lyacarla spoke to her in a tone that scared and aroused her at the same time. Then another slap brought her back to full consciousness. She cracked her jaw to ease the pain a little that brought a certain sense of joy to her. A sickly one to be precise.

“No.” Was all she could say at that moment. While she was awake and somewhat aware of her situation, her brain could only muster one word.

“I bet you will speak very soon scum.” Lyacarla said, in a much gentle tone, one that seemed to be said by the cunning hunter to its cornered prey while holding up a large black object. Tine quickly recognized the object, a black dildo that was thrumming, waiting to be inserted into her vulva.

It was not just a simple dildo that has adjustable size. It was one that possessed little needle like spikes on its end. Each thin spike contained grinded mana crystals, with certain inscriptions. These inscriptions sapped in cum, transform it, and use it as fuel to power the enchantments within.

“You won’t get a thing out of me.” Tine said firmly, a smile curved onto her lips as the warmness of excitement and arousal raised within her.

“Will see about that.” Lyacarla hunched down, pushing Tine’s arms onto the chair’s even more, her breath carried a scent of raspberry and something else Tine didn’t recognized at that moment. But it definitely enhanced the arousal to an unbearable level. She bit on her tongue, using the pain to resist it.

“How often the guard changes?” The first question arrived in a whisper to her ears. The hot breath was like a silken scarf used to gently caress her partially pointy ears, and neck. Lya’s fingers meanwhile slid down to her exposed vulva. The cold tips gently tapped onto her cleanly shaven vagina, a feeling of resonations traversing shortly through followed almost immediately.

“I…won’t…talk!” In the midst of heavy breathing, Tine refused to speak, prompting a sour look from Lyacarla. A slap followed that even the neighboring room have heard.

“Fine. Let’s do it the fun way then.” She quickly jolted up and walked to the table behind Tine. She took of a naylon bag after she ripped off a long strip from the roll of silver sealing tape.

“Nnch!” She applied the long strip from behind, her right hand ran across the glistening silver surface once as it tightened to Tine’s skin and lips.

“PHhnph'ph mnrm mnhm nph!” After Lya pulled her hands back, Tine let out an aroused moan while trying to compliment the roleplay. As her head leaned back, her body twitched reflexively as the transparent naylon bag was put over her head. The tearing of the sealing tape reverberates through the room as Lya loops it around her neck, pushing even the collars of the blouse.

“How often the guard shift change? Which level is it held?” Lya stepped in front of the struggling Tine, her hands put over her waist. She bombarded her with question after question while leaning slowly closer. Her hands pushed onto Tine’s thighs to keep her in place.

Meanwhile Tine just felt even more aroused as breathing became harder and harder. A memory flashes. One of her earlier jobs, including a simple patrol duty around some nobles or guild magnates’ mansion. The thrilling pain of a metallic garrote around her neck, depraving her of oxygen as the assassin decided to end her instead of waiting patiently. Which ultimately failed thanks to one of her Sisters patrolling nearby who had heard her gasping.

Suddenly breathing became easier. She wheezed while trying to lean forward while bound to the chair. A muffled groan escaped her as her head was pulled up by the hair.

“We change at 6 AM and it is kept on the seventh floor deep.” Words poured out from her as the tape was pulled off partially, still hanging from her left cheek.

“Now that wasn’t so hard.” A wicked, yet alluring smile curved onto Lya’s face as she stood over Tine triumphantly.

“Now. should we continue or shift to the last part?” Then she asked as she sat down on the bed, lighting a cigarette.

“The last part.” Tine said as she mustered her strength to speak. Her head felt heavier then usual after each of their previous sessions.

“Thank the Gods. You should really try out my other services too. Even vanilla is nice everyone once a while.” Lyacarla stated as her eyes pierced into Tine while blowing a cloud out.

“Yeah. Next time.” Tine said after gulping a big one.

“Well, let’s hasten it up. And let’s pray you won’t pass out.” Lya smothered the cigarette in the small blob of water conjured above her palm. Tine let out a moan as the tape was pulled back over her mouth and the dildo got inserted a bit more gently. Lya walked to the table behind her, took a long strip off the tape and used it to keep the dildo in place before she crawled over Tine.