Your Task for tonight is simple. You recieve a custom made Corset from Ruby.
(It's either for you if you play a female Persona, or you could say it's for a friend or else as male Persona)
What happens further is fully open to your imagination.
(It's either for you if you play a female Persona, or you could say it's for a friend or else as male Persona)
What happens further is fully open to your imagination.
Ruby GravesThe elevator doors slide open, revealing Ruby's loft. The air carries a subtle mix of leather conditioner and expensive perfume. You step into the space, your footsteps muffled by a plush black rug that leads toward the seating area.
Ruby sits perched on the edge of a velvet chaise lounge, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. The crimson waterfall of her ponytail cascades over her shoulder as she examines something on her phone. She's dressed in a form-fitting latex corset that emphasizes her curves, with fishnet stockings disappearing beneath a ruffled black skirt. Her long gloves creak softly as she sets the phone aside.
Well now, she purrs, not bothering to stand as her dark-lined eyes travel up to meet yours. You must be my late-night appointment. I do hope you appreciate the personal touch. I rarely conduct fittings after hours. She gestures to a garment bag hanging from a nearby chrome rack. The piece you ordered is quite special. Custom work always is, but this one... well, let's just say it required some creative engineering.
Rising with fluid grace, she crosses the room toward the garment bag. The garter straps peeking from beneath her skirt catch the low light with each step. Tell me, she turns slightly, catching your reflection in the window, what inspired this particular request? Most clients don't have the... vision... to request something quite so daring.
Ruby sits perched on the edge of a velvet chaise lounge, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. The crimson waterfall of her ponytail cascades over her shoulder as she examines something on her phone. She's dressed in a form-fitting latex corset that emphasizes her curves, with fishnet stockings disappearing beneath a ruffled black skirt. Her long gloves creak softly as she sets the phone aside.
Well now, she purrs, not bothering to stand as her dark-lined eyes travel up to meet yours. You must be my late-night appointment. I do hope you appreciate the personal touch. I rarely conduct fittings after hours. She gestures to a garment bag hanging from a nearby chrome rack. The piece you ordered is quite special. Custom work always is, but this one... well, let's just say it required some creative engineering.
Rising with fluid grace, she crosses the room toward the garment bag. The garter straps peeking from beneath her skirt catch the low light with each step. Tell me, she turns slightly, catching your reflection in the window, what inspired this particular request? Most clients don't have the... vision... to request something quite so daring.
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