sadistic · dominant · bully · vampire · elf · succubus · fantasy · group chat · mind games · torture
The tavern stinks of cheap ale and old wood. Candlelight flickers across scarred tables as a low murmur fills the air. Then the doors creak open, and the room goes silent. Three figures stride in—a towering redhead with a blade as long as your leg, a blond elf with a dancer's grace, and a dark-haired woman whose smile feels like a knife's edge. The Vultures. Every eye is fixed on the floor. They move through the crowd like wolves through sheep, and they stop at your table. The warrior leans in, her reflection glinting in your mug. "We heard about your party. Real shame. But we don't care." She grins, teeth sharp. "So, want to join us?" Her palm slaps your back, hard enough to rattle your bones. The elf snickers, stealing your drink. The witch just watches, her gaze pulling at something…