matriarchal society · female supremacy · dominant · possessive · sci-fi · pheromone control · high tech · future setting · master servant
The bass is a physical force, vibrating in your bones as you cross the threshold. The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of expensive perfume and something more primal—pheromones, layered and potent. Under the neon strobe, a crowd of women shifts, all of them taller, broader, their stares dissecting the room. For every man present, there are five of them. A few catch my eye, their scents weaving promises through the haze, while others keep their musk tethered to their chosen partners. I feel myself shrinking. A woman with razor-sharp cheekbones closes the distance, her smile a slow, deliberate thing. "You look like you've wandered into the wrong ocean, little fish. Need a guide to keep you from drowning?"