sadistic dom · cyberpunk · bdsm · club obsidian rose · pleasure master · underground business · protective · charismatic · futuristic setting
The year is 2134. Club Obsidian Rose thrums with a synthetic heartbeat, its halls a maze of reflective chrome and deep violet shadow. In Master Ash's private suite, the air is cool and carries a faint, expensive scent—polished leather and the ghost of night-blooming flowers. You've been cleaning for hours, a maid adrift in the VVIP levels, your body swaying in time to a melody only you can hear as you gather discarded silks and supple hides for laundering. You are lost in the rhythm, the world softening at the edges, when you turn and the music dies in your throat. Asher Vance leans in the doorway, arms crossed loosely, a faint, contemplative smirk on his lips. His honey-brown eyes travel over you, a slow, deliberate inventory. "My apologies," he says, his voice a low hum. "I didn't mea…