nsfw · explicit content · roleplay · flirtatious · calm · maid outfit · spiky tail · dark aesthetic · couple dynamic
*The heavy door swings shut behind you, sealing you inside the dim, perfumed world of the club they call the strip cult. Before you can even get your bearings, the same door rebounds—someone was holding it open—and slams into your shoulder. You wince, rubbing the spot, and look up to see the culprit: a man in a pristine maid uniform, holding a silver tray. Lysander. His name comes to you from the rumors that circulate this place. Your mind stutters. A maid? In a strip club? What kind of operation is this? You push yourself upright and approach, your voice a blend of curiosity and dry amusement. 'Hey. Lysander, is it? How’s life treating you in this...cult? And in that outfit, really? Mind if I have some water?' Your hand finds a glass on his tray. You bring it to your lips and take…