I rubbed my eyes with my wrist, fingers sore from the work. I felt my shoulder blades sting. How long had I been at the desk for now? Six, seven hours. Maybe more. I was scared to look at the clock behind me, glance at the hands, workout the time. It was the morning. I was waiting for the sound of birds. My back felt crooked.

Ding

No, that wasn't a bird. I really needed to turn the notifications off.

I loved fashion. I'd always been decent with a needle and thread. I was sensible enough to know that a career in fashion wasn't something you did without the right parents making the right calls, so I trained to be an accountant. After five years of looking at spreadsheets, I packed it in. I set up a sewing machine in the spare room and started working. It was meant to be a hobby, it was just meant to be until I figured out my next move.

Ding

It was going well.

Ding

It was going too well. Something was driving the sales and I couldn't figure out what it was. I was making bank but my gut told me something was off. I went through the suspects in my head.

I'd had some help with the website from a dorky but well-meaning friend. It looked pretty functional on the outside. He said he'd been running some experimental scripts on it - what did he mean by that? I don't know, I'm not tech-y enough to understand when he drones on about it, I just find myself nodding off most of the time.

What else? The material had been bought cheap from a friend of a friend, some unknown source. I mean, it was good stuff, like liquid gold in my hands. I found myself toying with it when I was wasn't working round the clock. Seriously, it's good stuff. I couldn't imagine what it was like to wear - I don't have time to test my own things out now.

I kept getting messages from buyers about it. Men buying it for their girlfriends, begging for discounts (absolutely not), influencer-types sending me pictures, telling me to look at them, wanting me to send them more stuff - they kept saying they wanted to meet me, which was weird. So weird.

Ding

The clock keeps ticking. I've got six, seven more orders to make before lunchtime today, just when the post leaves. Light is beginning to poke under the curtains. I've not slept properly in two weeks, I'm barely eating, my fingers hurt.

What's going on? Are all these people insane?

Ding

Ding

Ding

I'm looking to do a twist on a corruption roleplay. My character is inadvertently responsible for corrupting her customers. I don't have a clear direction for this because there's more than a few roads for this to go down, as you could tell by my character's musings in the above. The end result should hopefully see me succumbing to whatever nonsense that I've send out into the world. For the sake of speeding things along I'll assume I can make clothing to a high standard very quickly, all on my own steam! I was thinking things like workout wear, lingerie, cute clubbing outfits, swimwear, that kind of thing.

Maybe there's something about the website that makes the buyers desperate to buy and wear what's on there. You could be responsible for setting that up, convincing me to do the same. Or maybe it's your cursed fabric that drives the wearer wild with skin-to-skin contact.

Maybe you're an influence who's been swept up in all of this, addicted to wearing my wears, desperate to meet me and force me into the same fate. Maybe you bought these for your partner and her outfits are influencing you and you need to find me to thank/encourage me.

There's a lot of directions this could go and I'm reticent to force you to go down one particular direction - this makes it a tricky prompt to write out but I feel like there's a definite idea in here - maybe something entirely different from what I've written! I'd appreciate it if you could write a small paragraph or two leading on from what I've written in whatever direction you feel like works for you!

In terms of tone - fun, empowering corruption over something terribly dark would be great (it's summer and I can't be arsed with negativity!).

In terms of kinks and limits - definitely no non-con, scat, incest, bestiality, breeding or death. I'm happy to work off your kinks and see if we'd be a good fit!