The violet woman glided ahead, her black robes clinging to her like a second skin, revealing every curve of her statuesque frame.
Her allure was intoxicating—long, toned legs peeked from the robe's slits, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm.
Her skin shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the taut lines of her abdomen.
Horns curled gracefully from her head, framing a face with full, crimson lips and eyes that smoldered with promise.
She radiated heat, a sultry warmth that hit me like a wave, making my pulse race.
If I were still a man, I'd have been sporting the hardest boner of my life—hell, maybe even now, in this cursed body, something stirred uncomfortably.
My heart thumped wildly as she led me into a small, dimly lit room, the air thick with an intoxicating scent.
She turned, her gaze locking onto mine.
"May I begin?" she asked, her voice a velvet command.
I gulped, hesitating, my mind screaming to bolt.
But hunger and desperation pinned me.
"Okay," I whispered, barely audible.
She moved with predatory grace, yanking off my pink dress and bra in one swift motion, leaving me in nothing but the flimsy panties.
Panic surged—I lunged for the door, but her grip clamped around my wrist, iron-strong yet smooth.
She sat on the bed, pulling me over her lap with ease.
Before I could protest, she wedged her fingers into my panties, stretching them tight.
The fabric dug into my crotch, a sharp pain making me yelp, "Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop!"
I squirmed, but she pinned me down, tugging harder.
The pain was excruciating, the panties biting deeper, yet a strange, tingly sensation crept in, unbidden and confusing.
Then came a loud smack—her hand cracked against my ass, the sting radiating through me.
"Shut up," she ordered, her tone brooking no argument.
I clamped my mouth shut, breathless, as she alternated between yanking the panties and delivering sharp slaps.
Each strike left my cheeks burning, the fabric loosening until it barely registered.
But then her other hand softened, stroking my ass gently, only to slap again.
The rhythm was maddening—pain and touch blurring together.
Suddenly, she stopped.
My panties hung loose, useless.
Her fingers shifted, one hand sliding to stroke my clit with a maddeningly gentle touch, while the other reached up to tease my nipple.
A burst of pleasure exploded through me, hot and overwhelming.
I didn't want to feel good—my mind rebelled—but this body betrayed me, craving it.
A loud cry escaped as I came, squirting into her hand, my juices dripping.
Then, a popup flickered: 20 silver coins credited.
I panted, my mind reeling.
Three more times like that?
That's only 80 silver—less than the 1 gold coin I paid.
I was losing again.
Before I could process, she clicked cold cuffs around my wrists, hoisting me up.
The chains rattled as I dangled, my feet just brushing the ground, helpless and exposed.