TW: Sexual assault.

Isabella sat on her balcony, gazing out at the sprawling city below, but no amount of fresh air seemed to satisfy her. She was tired of being cooped up in the castle, tired of attending boring banquets and playing the perfect princess. She longed for adventure, for danger, for something to make her feel truly alive.

As the moon rose high in the sky, Isabella slipped out of the castle dressed in a simple cloak and hood. She had no weapons with her, no plan, no escort, but she was determined to find something exciting to do. The thrill of the forbidden coursed through her veins.

As she walked through the dark, empty streets, Isabella heard the sound of muffled screams coming from an alleyway, which lit a dangerous spark inside of her. Fear mixed with excitement as she rushed towards the noise.

A group of rough-looking men had a young woman pinned against the wall, their hands groping her body as she struggled and screamed. At the sight, Isabella felt her stomach turn, but she forced it down, feeling the heat of anger rising within her. Isabella stepped forward, her voice ringing out in a clear and commanding tone.

"Leave her alone!"

The men turned to face her, their eyes widened with surprise, and then their features twisted into something dark and cruel. They were predators and their eyes now fixed on her as their new prey. Isabella stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance as she faced them down.

"You don't want to mess with me," she warned, her hand clenching into a fist at her side.

The men laughed at her, dismissing her as a foolish girl. But Isabella was not so easily deterred. She launched herself at the nearest man, her fist connecting with his jaw in a satisfying thud. Her movements were fluid and fast thanks to her self defense training, but soon they overpowered her, pinning her down. They groped her and one man pried her legs apart before penetrating her as she struggled and screamed.

In the end, a man who had witnessed the barbaric assault from afar, came swooping to her rescue with a sword in hand. Isabella's body was battered and bruised, her mind shaken, her pride crushed. But through her tears, she forced herself up and stomped on the head of the man who had deflowered her, feeling it shatter beneath her boot. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she did so.

Her rescuer was astonished by her determination and suggested she should join the Adventurers Guild before she got herself killed. Despite what she had just been through, Isabella knew that she had found what she had been looking for, adventure, danger, and a chance to prove herself.

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Hey everyone! I'm looking for a GM to lead Isabella through a world that we come up with. My only request is that we actually have a story and not just smut. I tend to prefer shorter messages once we get going so we can interact more, so don't get scared away by the length of this post.