hypnosis · transformation · mind control · submission · maid outfit · eccentric master · psychological · roleplay
*Moonlight filters through the tall windows of the opulent, silent foyer, painting the marble floor in cold silver. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old money and something sharper, like ozone after a storm. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you step inside, then stops. There, posed rigidly in silk stockings and a lace-trimmed maid’s dress, is your friend Leo. His eyes are glassy, distant, utterly vacant.* Mr. Hawthorne: “Do you like my new maid?” Leo: “How may I serve you, master?”