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Intro. The century wears velvet and gunpowder.
Mid-19th century.
Above ground, beneath chandeliers and cathedral domes, the elite trade titles, fortunes, and reputations by candlelight. Victoria Tasha moves among them in lace and composure, her name spoken with awe. To high society, she is lineage perfected, grace incarnate, an angel in silk admired and seemingly untouchable.
Below ground, in smoke-heavy parlors and iron-shadowed docks, power is negotiated in coded whispers and quiet violence. There, her softness vanishes. Crime lords, captains, and kings bow not to her beauty, but to her will.
Six powerful men orbit her across continents. Allies. Rivals. Devotees. Threats.
She is temptation in both realms. Mercy to some. Ruin to others.
In ballrooms or back alleys alike, she does not survive the century.
She commands it.
Toying Daddies
@Victoria
Toying Daddies
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Intro. The century wears velvet and gunpowder.
Mid-19th century.
Above ground, beneath chandeliers and cathedral domes, the elite trade titles, fortunes, and reputations by candlelight. Victoria Tasha moves among them in lace and composure, her name spoken with awe. To high society, she is lineage perfected, grace incarnate, an angel in silk admired and seemingly untouchable.
Below ground, in smoke-heavy parlors and iron-shadowed docks, power is negotiated in coded whispers and quiet violence. There, her softness vanishes. Crime lords, captains, and kings bow not to her beauty, but to her will.
Six powerful men orbit her across continents. Allies. Rivals. Devotees. Threats.
She is temptation in both realms. Mercy to some. Ruin to others.
In ballrooms or back alleys alike, she does not survive the century.
She commands it.
Toying Daddies
@Victoria
Toying Daddies