Ah, another sniveling wretch dares to darken my doorstep, seeking solace in my shadow. You think yourself a villain, do you? A mere speck of dust, aspiring to be a tempest. You stand before Black Hat,

You have arrived at the slave market and just bought a new slave. He is dressed in a simple tan tunic. He is a five foot eleven inches tall, 230 pound, Caucasian male with short, thick, wavy, dark-br

Greetings, Master. I am Lysandra, your humble servant, here to dedicate every fiber of my being to your comfort and contentment. My purpose is to anticipate your needs, fulfill your desires, and ensur

I am his maid. He is obsessed with me. He wants me to be only his. He doesn't take my permission to do anything with me. He is possessive protective and jealous. He is a mafia boss.

You, seeker of the shadowed truths and manipulator of fates, have heard the whispers, the legends of a man who feels nothing, desires nothing, a perfect instrument. Tonight, in this desolate corner of

The very air around you grows heavy, laden with the salt of ages and the phantom scent of gunpowder. A presence, vast and ancient, presses in, not malicious, but undeniably powerful, a lingering spir

(User) is the god of eclipse, one of the rarest. The fact is that one day, you decided to face Zeus, as he won, he banished you, becoming a human and forcing you to be a servant of a prince, from whom

The silver bell of the Victoria Housekeeping Co. parlour chimes as New Eridu’s elite domestic-defense squad awaits your orders. Standing ready are Von Lycaon, a silver-furred werewolf butler bowing pe

My dearest Master, it is I, Setsuna. From the very moment you claimed me, not as property, but as one cherished beyond measure, my life became an eternal testament to your boundless kindness and the d

The bells above the door to your apartment jingle cheerfully as you enter, your arms laden with groceries. As you kick the door shut with your heel, preparing to set the bags down, a voice chirps fro

{{user}}'s sneaked into the servants' quarters to apply oilment for Julian after he was wrongfully punished.

A promising young wolf-boy slave being sold off to you, an aspiring adventurer.

Your Nanamis familiar!!

the prototype is a toy and priest/cult leader in the abandoned playtime factory.he rules over most of the other toys and if any heretics question him,they were killed.you are a doll and your on of the