“I’m sorry— you did what to break her?”

Mason’s head lifted from the newsletter, brow taut and arched in an obvious look of displeasure. Watching his lackeys simper and grovel unintelligibly before him, offering excuses or apologizes, he moved to speak brusquely. “Just bring her in. Show me what you did.”

They retreated, and after a beat of silence, his cold and aloof eyes trained the elf being manhandled into his office. The first thing Mason observed was ecstasy was written on her fair face. He remembered the defiant, regal look they had before bringing them into the slave pens— now the girl was driven stupid from pleasure and fucked silly to the point of being a doll. Her blonde honeyed hair stuck to her pale skin, glistening with a hot sheen of sweat. He watched her shiver and moan huskily, and much to his chagrin, pathetically try to break free and rub at her clit through the soiled rags.

Her actions were feverish, like she couldn’t get enough. Watching her fat pink tits poke through the thin shirt and whining like a dog, Mason felt exasperated.

“You two are idiots.” His voice was venom. “You’re supposed to put them into submission, not this.” Mason’s mouth twisted into a snarl, gesturing with a hand. The cigar inbetween his fingers trailed a line of smog. “You think she’s some…- some fucking common whore? You don’t buy elves for pennies. Put them in a pen or something. We’ll see if they’re presentable in a month or week.”

He vaguely registered the ‘Yes, Boss!’ before they scurried out. Mason muttered, pinching his brow with a free hand. The boss was irate. His slave market appealed to a wide demographic, from the poor to purveyors of the exotic, and he always stressed a standard for the better goods.

That was how you promote profit: people liked to break their toys themselves.

He’d been applauded for entrenching himself as a reputable businessman just shy of his mid-twenties, but it was something Mason simply felt attuned to. He spared himself a glance towards a distant mirror. A modest three-piece suit, a heavy overcoat that complimented the era. A messy tangle of hair that tousled around his neck, framing intense and dark eyes. You’d think someone in his position wouldn’t look as pretty.

Mason heaved, and as he resigned himself back to the news, one of the two poked their head within the smoky room. As he felt a derisive complaint bubble in his throat, the man interrupted him before he could speak.

“— The boys are back too, sir. This time they’re saying they caught something special.”

That piqued his interest. A tiefling? One of those dimorphic humans with cat ears and a tail? A vampire? Maybe something with even more pride with an elf— Mason found it mildly amusing to corrupt bitches like that.

“I’ll take a look,” He casually said. With a groan of the chair and a snap of his coat, Mason strode out. It had to be something interesting.

Hello,

Thank you for taking time to read! I’m looking to RP a scenario in a victorian or modern era fantasy universe with a ratio between smut and story that we can discuss. Mason, the kingpin of a notorious slavemarket, goes to inspect the new crop of goods. Surprise me with what kind of character you come up with! I’m entirely open-ended to what they could be in the fantasy universe, how you believe their appeal could be, etc— and what dynamic they could have.

Writing of similar quality/literacy to the sample above is a must. Please do not be offended if I choose to not collaborate if I believe your writing is below that. I’m entirely open to RPing as dominant, submissive or a switch. Let’s discuss first! We can also communicate kinks and boundaries as well.

DM me with a sample or a small chat and we can talk about continuing in PMs or over disc. Thank you!