I was barely eighteen when my parents left to try to reason with the predatory loan sharks that had preyed on our family for years, the result of my parents sacrificing all else for my health. They didn’t return, leaving me in our decaying high-rise apartment in a poorer neighborhood of the city.

I’d been here all my life and seldom left these peeling walls, taught to be afraid of the crime-ridden streets outside. But now I am alone, inside the apartment or not. I used what little money they’d left me to cover my expenses for a while, but the power was shut off last week, and the water that morning. If I didn’t do something drastic, I may not survive the week.

In all the dreariness of my newfound status as an orphan, my one respite had been watching the beautiful women of the night as they worked on the street outside. Most of them were modded just as I was, largely cybernetic so that parts could be easily replaced if a client went too far. My modifications were implemented out of necessity, however, a replacement body for one born too weak to survive on its own.

After a particularly cold night, stomach growling with discontent, I decided I’d had enough. With no other skills to speak of, I knew I could at least let someone else use the body I’d been given at such a high cost. I dressed in my most scandalous outfit, a lace bra and panty set under a short, tight dress, stepped into my mother’s nicest heels, and left the door unlocked behind me, giving up the last piece of my once happy home.

I approached the first prostitute I saw, a tall, dark, beautiful woman who introduced herself as Wonder. She looked me over and shook her head, “Sorry, kid, I’m not in charge of hiring. Do you even know what you’re asking for?“

Tears welled in my eyes and I took her finely manicured hand in mine. “Please, I don’t know where else to go. I’ll do anything.”

With a sigh, she pulled my hand and started walking with a purpose back down the street toward your office, the penthouse suite of what was once the city’s crown jewel hotel. “You’re lucky it’s a slow night. Hurry up, can you even walk in those heels?”

I hope you like the intro! I’d like to start in your office, something real classy and swanky at the top of the hotel you use to give your working girls housing and a safe place to do business. Each client room has a camera for safety purposes, but when body parts are replaceable, there aren’t many reasons to intervene.

You’re the high powered crime lord in charge of it all. Every drug on the street comes from one of your dealers, every hooker reports back to you. It’s not always glamorous, but living well is a good enough salary in a dying world.

We can come up with specifics beyond this together and I’d love to hear your suggestions!

As for what I’m looking for in you, I have a few expectations that I hope aren’t too unreasonable: 1. Keep a consistent writing style. I’m okay with first or third person, but we should decide on one together and stick to it. 2. Literacy. I want to build an incredible story together where the world feels alive and smut comes naturally. Please do your best to write clearly, at least a paragraph per response, if not more. 3. Be considerate. Though I think this plot would work best long term, if at some point you no longer feel interested in continuing, you are welcome and encouraged to tell me that. I’ll do the same. 4. Use Discord. I just think a server works well for longer world-building based stories and I don’t have any other messaging apps I like to use for rp.

Kinks: Breeding, lactation, oviposition, petplay, impact play, watersports, D/s, bondage, pain play, drug use, ddlg, bladder control, orgasm control, cnc, waxplay, manipulation, birth, snuff if you’re nasty.

Limits: Scat, vomit, animals, direct incest

Message me here with your ideas and we can move to Discord together. Thanks for reading!