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Hey there, thanks for popping into my little thread!
I've recently fallen in love with the world of Cyberpunk, with its gaudy music and neon lit squalor. I'm looking for a writing partner that's interested in crafting a story set in this unique world, where life is expensive and death is cheap.
Sarah
It's a familiar story, with an unfamiliar face. Street-trash, that's what people like her are usually called. Born in the gutters of Night City, Sarah was someone for whom the future had always looked bleak. Raised by a single mother, who made her living through less than reputable means, the value of self-worth and dignity were pressed upon Sarah at an early age. Unlike most in her situation, her mother's efforts afforded Sarah a basic education, which ensured she stayed from many gangs that swept up youths like her. No matter their efforts, they always destined to push against the tide and sure enough it one day caught up to them. Her mother was taken from her in act of senseless violence that saw young Sarah out on the streets at last. Her doe eyes were now wide open, to the crippling nihilism that had always awaited her. There was no climbing the social ladder, no bettering herself for a life other than the one she was born into. It was adapt or die and so Sarah did whatever she had to make ends meet.
Times are tough and getting harder by the day. Hounded by gangs to whom her livelihood depends, Sarah now finds herself making a living through a life of petty crime, a few pockets there a little data here. Quick hands and sweet smile have worked so far, but it's only a matter of time before she finds herself in the wrong kind of trouble.
Sarah is an attractive young woman in her early twenties or late teens. With expressive silver blue eyes and skin as white as fresh snow she has the sort of look that make men want to protect and defile her in equal measure. Although she could never be considered voluptuous her petite form has an undeniable charm to it, lithe but well shaped none-the-less. Standing at a modest 5'2" she has nautral light brown hair that is often pulled back into an unassuming ponytail with loose bangs of hair that frame her pretty face. Although Sarah would not consider herself to be shy, nor would she consider herself a necessarily outgoing, she enjoys simplicity and will often take the easiest option whenever given a choice. Physically weak she scares easily and will ever choose flight over fight, despite this she is no natural pushover and will not simply roll-over right away. Sarah is most definitely a creature of emotion which can lead her into all sorts of situations and is highly open to manipulation.
- Hacked! An innocent tryst turns into something much more, when poor Sarah finds herself a victim of hacking. Now there are Brain Dances circulating of her most intimate moments. A situation ripe for blackmail.
- Amongst the gangs at last. Despite her reluctance Sarah has no choice but to fall in with one of the gangs at last. Who knows how a sweet thing like her will fit in.
- An offer she can't refuse. Times are hard. Really hard. Swallowing her pride, Sarah does the unthinkable and starts making money by selling her body. It starts with a blowjob but these things have a way of escalating.
- Wrong place, wrong time. A classic tale, an innocent victim of a wicked crime. Kidnappings, rapes, trafficking and much more.
- Your ideas here...
- Amongst the gangs at last. Despite her reluctance Sarah has no choice but to fall in with one of the gangs at last. Who knows how a sweet thing like her will fit in.
- An offer she can't refuse. Times are hard. Really hard. Swallowing her pride, Sarah does the unthinkable and starts making money by selling her body. It starts with a blowjob but these things have a way of escalating.
- Wrong place, wrong time. A classic tale, an innocent victim of a wicked crime. Kidnappings, rapes, trafficking and much more.
- Your ideas here...
Sarah lay curled up against a long rectangular window that starred out the streets of Watson far below. During the day the skyline looked much like a child's drawing of a cityscape, complete with rainbow of gaudy colours, none of which matched. It was a vibrant, kitsch landscape that was unmistakably cheap. During the night however the decaying concrete was masked by a lightshow like no other. Neon advertisements of a million different colours made up for the complete lack of stars. It was the embodiment of everything that drew people to Night City in the first place, it was lively, energetic and full of life. It had once again caused Sarah to fall asleep with her head leant against the glass, as she watched the lights dance beneath her.
Unfortunately, every night had its limits and every morning had its consequences. With a defiant murmur Sarah opened her eyes to an assault of colour as daylight hit her square in the face. "Fuuuuck." She groaned, as last night caught up her with a vengeance. Her head was swimming in fog and her stomach faired little better. Gingerly she pushed herself off the window sill and covered her eyes with a hand. What time had she even got home last night?... How had she even got home? Wait, this was her home, wasn't it? Reluctantly Sarah lowered her hand was relieved to see that it was her home, as run down and ill-maintained as ever.
Drawing a deep breath, she padded along the floor towards the bathroom. Her apartment was a single room affair, with little more than a cubby hole a bedroom and a bathroom that was even smaller. Still, it was her home and at least that was something. Stepping inside she took one look at herself in the mirror and laughed. Her pastel blue and neon pink hair was in a right state, which was saying something, considering she wore it shaved on one side and long on the other. She paused to run her fingers through hair, straightening it out so that it fell over one side of her face, masking at least some of her hangover. She reached across, picking up a medi-inhaler which she didn't hesitate to take a hit of. Cold air brought life back to her body in an instant, making her forget the uncomfortable position she had slept in. Her mouth still tasted of sugary drinks and cheap alcohol however, but it was nothing that a brush of her teeth and hot shower couldn't fix.
Fortunately Sarah had enough money in her account to clean herself up. By the time that she was ready to leave her apartment, she felt like a new woman. She felt good, as she paused to take another look at herself in the mirror. Sarah chosen a pair of bright pink hot pants and short blue top that let plenty of her supple pale flesh on display. She topped it off with a translucent half-jacket that shimmered with a holographic film. A cheap silver necklace and a couple of neon bands around her arm and she was ready to head out, feeling as confident as she ever had.
At least that was until she checked her messages…. "Ugh." The first one made her feel ill, an unsolicited pic of someone that she had apparently been talking to last night but had no recollection of, and more importantly, another long list of overdue bills.
Unfortunately, every night had its limits and every morning had its consequences. With a defiant murmur Sarah opened her eyes to an assault of colour as daylight hit her square in the face. "Fuuuuck." She groaned, as last night caught up her with a vengeance. Her head was swimming in fog and her stomach faired little better. Gingerly she pushed herself off the window sill and covered her eyes with a hand. What time had she even got home last night?... How had she even got home? Wait, this was her home, wasn't it? Reluctantly Sarah lowered her hand was relieved to see that it was her home, as run down and ill-maintained as ever.
Drawing a deep breath, she padded along the floor towards the bathroom. Her apartment was a single room affair, with little more than a cubby hole a bedroom and a bathroom that was even smaller. Still, it was her home and at least that was something. Stepping inside she took one look at herself in the mirror and laughed. Her pastel blue and neon pink hair was in a right state, which was saying something, considering she wore it shaved on one side and long on the other. She paused to run her fingers through hair, straightening it out so that it fell over one side of her face, masking at least some of her hangover. She reached across, picking up a medi-inhaler which she didn't hesitate to take a hit of. Cold air brought life back to her body in an instant, making her forget the uncomfortable position she had slept in. Her mouth still tasted of sugary drinks and cheap alcohol however, but it was nothing that a brush of her teeth and hot shower couldn't fix.
Fortunately Sarah had enough money in her account to clean herself up. By the time that she was ready to leave her apartment, she felt like a new woman. She felt good, as she paused to take another look at herself in the mirror. Sarah chosen a pair of bright pink hot pants and short blue top that let plenty of her supple pale flesh on display. She topped it off with a translucent half-jacket that shimmered with a holographic film. A cheap silver necklace and a couple of neon bands around her arm and she was ready to head out, feeling as confident as she ever had.
At least that was until she checked her messages…. "Ugh." The first one made her feel ill, an unsolicited pic of someone that she had apparently been talking to last night but had no recollection of, and more importantly, another long list of overdue bills.
Likes
Slavery
Submission
Prostitution
Humiliation
Inferiority complexes
Bondage
Non-con
Servitude
Pet-play
Beasts
Interspecies
Abuse
Dislikes
Scat/Watersports
Incest
Transformations
For a full list check out my: f-list
Or take a look at my main BMRP thread
Thanks again for reading, I hope to hear from you soon!
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