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madam R
✦ BL Queen ✦
- Joined
- Nov 9, 2018
To start off, it doesn’t matter what your irl gender is. As long as you can play a male or female character, you’re good in my books~ Although, male characters are preferred. If not, I’ll still take females though! I'm female irl if that matters, but anywho-
Check out my about me for my preferences and F-list~ The most important thing on there is that I want my partner to at least write a solid paragraph per reply (minimum 6-8 sentences). More is appreciated though! Keep in mind I only play male characters in sexual RPs.
I also play switch characters as far as topping/bottoming (for females, this includes anal play/pegging too) and dominant/submissive goes. I’m not too keen on sticking to a single role the whole RP... So yeah~
And now onto the plots! They are mostly character-based, and they are also in order of level of smut I’d like in the RP, from lowest to highest. I’ll call it the spicy level lol. Still, these are all negotiable! I want the both of us to enjoy the RP~ Each plot that features a character of mine will contain a link to that character's sheet. All of these can either be short or long term! If you're not a fan of any of them but still want to RP with me, feel free to PM me an idea you'd like to do, and I'd be more than happy to discuss it with you! In these cases, I don't mind making entirely new characters to fit different RPs~
I can RP either through PMs or in forum posts! It's whatever you prefer to do c:
Prisonbreak (w/ Vincent, M Only)
Spicy lvl: 2/10 (occasional smut with plot focus)
Potential Pairings:
Prisoner x Prison Guard
Prisoner x Prisoner
More suggestions are welcome!
My Big Break?! (w/ Austin, M or F Welcome)
Spicy lvl: 4/10 (some smut, while still prioritizing the plot)
Potential Pairings
Singer x His Manager
Singer x A Fan
(Or maybe we could get a threesome with multiple fans
)
More suggestions are welcome!
Not Your Average Cat (w/ Nikita, M or F Welcome)
Spicy lvl: 4/10 (some smut, while still prioritizing the plot)
Potential Pairings
Cat-Human Hybrid (Catboy) x Animal-Human Hybrid
Cat-Human Hybrid (Catboy) x Human
Maybe an Omegaverse?
Willing to convert Nikita into a furry for this one if requested~
More suggestions are welcome!
Blood on Our Hands (AU) (w/ Braull, M or F Welcome)
Spicy lvl: 4/10 (some smut, while still prioritizing the plot)
Potential Pairings
Werewolf x Werewolf Hunter
Werewolf x Werewolf
Werewolf x Human
More suggestions are welcome!
Welcome to Club Ethereal (w/ Clint, M or F welcome)
Spicy lvl: 7/10 (smut helps drive the plot)
Potential Pairings
Host x Host/Hostess
Host x Repeat Customer
More suggestions are welcome!
Who’s Next? (w/ Paneros, M Only)
Spicy lvl: 8/10 (smut is the plot)
Potential Pairings
Incubus x Human
Incubus x Angel
Incubus x Incubus
(For this one specifically, I wanna see some power play/role reversal if possible!)
More suggestions are welcome!
The Game that Julius Plays (any character excluding Paneros or Clint, M or F welcome)
Spicy lvl: 10/10 (the plot is optimized for maximum smut!)
Potential Pairings
Show Contestant x Show Contestant
Even though the plot is absolute trash lol, I wanna see our characters' minds slowly deteriorate from all the sex into insanity... Fun, but dark fun~
Check out my about me for my preferences and F-list~ The most important thing on there is that I want my partner to at least write a solid paragraph per reply (minimum 6-8 sentences). More is appreciated though! Keep in mind I only play male characters in sexual RPs.
I also play switch characters as far as topping/bottoming (for females, this includes anal play/pegging too) and dominant/submissive goes. I’m not too keen on sticking to a single role the whole RP... So yeah~
And now onto the plots! They are mostly character-based, and they are also in order of level of smut I’d like in the RP, from lowest to highest. I’ll call it the spicy level lol. Still, these are all negotiable! I want the both of us to enjoy the RP~ Each plot that features a character of mine will contain a link to that character's sheet. All of these can either be short or long term! If you're not a fan of any of them but still want to RP with me, feel free to PM me an idea you'd like to do, and I'd be more than happy to discuss it with you! In these cases, I don't mind making entirely new characters to fit different RPs~
I can RP either through PMs or in forum posts! It's whatever you prefer to do c:
Prisonbreak (w/ Vincent, M Only)
Spicy lvl: 2/10 (occasional smut with plot focus)
Potential Pairings:
Prisoner x Prison Guard
Prisoner x Prisoner
More suggestions are welcome!
He was such an idiot. Vincent shouldn’t have trusted that customer from the start. He got bad vibes from him the second he laid eyes on him. Vincent chalked it up to his imagination and did the sell anyway. That undercover cop’s acting skills were too good. It was frightening how easily Vincent fell for the trap.
And here he is now, laying down on a hard bed and staring at the cracked, cement ceiling of the prison cell he was thrown behind. The orange jumpsuit is far too big. The prison guards claimed they ran out of the size he needed. Vincent tugged at the loose piece of clothing in annoyance. His sentence was ten years on the accounts of illegal weapon possession, trading, and making.
However, he’s not staying for the whole sentence. He’s going to leave this ice cold hell. He’ll exploit every crack and hole in this prison until he can make his escape. He doesn’t intend on wasting his limited lifespan rotting away in some dank cell. It doesn't matter how much security this prison had, or the types of people that were in here. Every structure isn't perfect, and prisons are included in that list. He won't spend any more time in here than necessary, he concluded.
Vincent then picked up his head once he heard some footsteps just outside his cell. It was nighttime. He figured it’s probably just a guard making their nightly rounds. His suspicions were cleared when that person finally walked into his line of sight...
And here he is now, laying down on a hard bed and staring at the cracked, cement ceiling of the prison cell he was thrown behind. The orange jumpsuit is far too big. The prison guards claimed they ran out of the size he needed. Vincent tugged at the loose piece of clothing in annoyance. His sentence was ten years on the accounts of illegal weapon possession, trading, and making.
However, he’s not staying for the whole sentence. He’s going to leave this ice cold hell. He’ll exploit every crack and hole in this prison until he can make his escape. He doesn’t intend on wasting his limited lifespan rotting away in some dank cell. It doesn't matter how much security this prison had, or the types of people that were in here. Every structure isn't perfect, and prisons are included in that list. He won't spend any more time in here than necessary, he concluded.
Vincent then picked up his head once he heard some footsteps just outside his cell. It was nighttime. He figured it’s probably just a guard making their nightly rounds. His suspicions were cleared when that person finally walked into his line of sight...
My Big Break?! (w/ Austin, M or F Welcome)
Spicy lvl: 4/10 (some smut, while still prioritizing the plot)
Potential Pairings
Singer x His Manager
Singer x A Fan
(Or maybe we could get a threesome with multiple fans
)More suggestions are welcome!
It happened a whole month ago but, damn, that last concert was fuckin' insane. Austin's heart continued to race when he recalled the rush he got standing on that stage. He was invited to his first ever music festival, so the turnout was huge thanks to the other larger names that showed up. Austin got a spot sandwiched between two local stars, and really, the reception he got from the crowd was overwhelmingly positive. He expected that they'd probably ignore his performance, but they ate it up. They loved him, and he loved every little moment of the audience's attention to him. The cheers at the end made Austin want to burst into tears... Well, maybe not that exactly, but that was the closest he could describe the feeling.
His name wasn't trending on Twitter (if it did then Austin would literally die happy right then and there), but there were quite a few attendees that hashtagged his name and made comments about his voice. A few called him cute. Heh.
Putting down his phone, Austin sat up from the couch in the living room of his one bedroom apartment. He raked in quite a bit of money from that gig, and he was given multiple offers to go perform at different gigs. There were so many that he was unsure of which ones he should pick. So... He believed he was big enough to hire some additional help. He searched for some band and music managers to help him decide how he should approach this sudden influx of popularity. He's spoken to this person several times through email and text messages, but this would be the first time he'd meet them in person. They settled that they'd meet at Austin's apartment. It was a little bold on Austin's part of offering his apartment, however, he had already built up some trust with this person through their online exchanges alone.
It's close to their designated meeting time. Austin checked his clock mounted on the wall above the television. He should be expecting a knock any minute now...
His name wasn't trending on Twitter (if it did then Austin would literally die happy right then and there), but there were quite a few attendees that hashtagged his name and made comments about his voice. A few called him cute. Heh.
Putting down his phone, Austin sat up from the couch in the living room of his one bedroom apartment. He raked in quite a bit of money from that gig, and he was given multiple offers to go perform at different gigs. There were so many that he was unsure of which ones he should pick. So... He believed he was big enough to hire some additional help. He searched for some band and music managers to help him decide how he should approach this sudden influx of popularity. He's spoken to this person several times through email and text messages, but this would be the first time he'd meet them in person. They settled that they'd meet at Austin's apartment. It was a little bold on Austin's part of offering his apartment, however, he had already built up some trust with this person through their online exchanges alone.
It's close to their designated meeting time. Austin checked his clock mounted on the wall above the television. He should be expecting a knock any minute now...
Not Your Average Cat (w/ Nikita, M or F Welcome)
Spicy lvl: 4/10 (some smut, while still prioritizing the plot)
Potential Pairings
Cat-Human Hybrid (Catboy) x Animal-Human Hybrid
Cat-Human Hybrid (Catboy) x Human
Maybe an Omegaverse?
Willing to convert Nikita into a furry for this one if requested~
More suggestions are welcome!
"One moreee~!" Nikita slurred as he barely kept eye contact with the bartender. Nikita doesn't know how many times he's had to tell the bartender to give him another shot. He lost count. Really, shouldn't the bartender be more responsible than that? How can she keep her job when she's ignoring him? She shook her head and finally approached him for once. Maybe she'll give him his drink now? Nikita's feeling really good right now, and he'd feel even better once he's had another shot. He silently begged her with his unfocused eyes as she stared sternly at him.
"Sorry, sir, but you've had enough. I can't serve you anymore."
Nikita tried to slam the bartop with his fist, but he ended up haphazardly slapping it with an open palm. Whatever. Close enough. "Whadya mean you caaaaan't?"
She looked a little uncomfortable from his last drawl. "I'd be more than willing to call a cab for you, or if you came with someone who could take you home and..."
Either Nikita was too drunk to understand what she said, or the bartender actually did trail off there. In his current state, Nikita deemed it to be the latter because, clearly, he isn't drunk. He's perfectly fine. He's on cloud nine. He felt absolutely divine.
Fine. If the bartender wasn't going to play nice, then he might as well go home. He swore he came here with someone, though. He just can't remember who it was... Or did he come alone? Nikita was beginning to second guess himself, but he then noticed someone out the corner of his eye that looked vaguely like one of his co-workers. Right. So he didn't come alone after all! Little did Nikita know, this person was an absolute stranger that only resembled someone he worked with by their haircut. He still stood up anyway, waddled his way up to his 'co-worker,' and wrapped his arm around their shoulder whether they appreciated the touch or not.
"Hey, (Chase/Patricia depending on the gender you play), take me *hic* home~" Without realizing it, Nikita started to blatantly purr...
And that isn't good.
"Sorry, sir, but you've had enough. I can't serve you anymore."
Nikita tried to slam the bartop with his fist, but he ended up haphazardly slapping it with an open palm. Whatever. Close enough. "Whadya mean you caaaaan't?"
She looked a little uncomfortable from his last drawl. "I'd be more than willing to call a cab for you, or if you came with someone who could take you home and..."
Either Nikita was too drunk to understand what she said, or the bartender actually did trail off there. In his current state, Nikita deemed it to be the latter because, clearly, he isn't drunk. He's perfectly fine. He's on cloud nine. He felt absolutely divine.
Fine. If the bartender wasn't going to play nice, then he might as well go home. He swore he came here with someone, though. He just can't remember who it was... Or did he come alone? Nikita was beginning to second guess himself, but he then noticed someone out the corner of his eye that looked vaguely like one of his co-workers. Right. So he didn't come alone after all! Little did Nikita know, this person was an absolute stranger that only resembled someone he worked with by their haircut. He still stood up anyway, waddled his way up to his 'co-worker,' and wrapped his arm around their shoulder whether they appreciated the touch or not.
"Hey, (Chase/Patricia depending on the gender you play), take me *hic* home~" Without realizing it, Nikita started to blatantly purr...
And that isn't good.
Blood on Our Hands (AU) (w/ Braull, M or F Welcome)
Spicy lvl: 4/10 (some smut, while still prioritizing the plot)
Potential Pairings
Werewolf x Werewolf Hunter
Werewolf x Werewolf
Werewolf x Human
More suggestions are welcome!
Werewolves were the bane of this world. A little town west of the Gran Lake named Shadowcrest was no exception. It was built primarily as a hub for werewolf hunters far and wide to gather and finally put an end to the dastardly species. Its location was right on the edge of most of the werewolf territories, and it was heavily guarded by various types of knights from different kingdoms. Even if the nations fought over land or resources, they always banded together in order to put an end to werewolves. After all, werewolves have always been a bad omen to humans. The half-beasts constantly kill their sheep and sometimes other humans, and werewolves were incredibly powerful all on their own without weapons. They scared the humans. The humans are supposed to be the superior of the two. Therefore, the humans must kill every single werewolf that is wandering the earth.
...
...He thought he was going to hurl. The scent of blood filled his lungs, his stomach, and his nose. The blood covered his hands and mouth. Some of it even managed to seep its way into the furry ears sitting on his head, and a few flecks reached his tail. It's slimy, sticky texture made Braull's skin crawl. He backed away from the mess of a fresh corpse on the forest floor. Braull did that. He did it with his bare hands and sharp fangs. He killed a human. This was his first time ever killing something that resembled the werewolf's own appearance so closely minus the beastly features, and it made him feel incredibly uneasy. Why?
It's because killing the human was too easy. Braull had taken down bucks that had given him more trouble. A crushing guilt nestled its way into Braull's chest, and it wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.
Granted, this human was trying to kill him. The sword lying next to the human's hand proved it so. If Braull didn't fight back, then he probably would've been the one to die instead. Still... watching the human's cold, bloodied body lying limply on the ground disturbed the werewolf greatly. His pulse raced faster the longer he stared at it, yet, he couldn't look away. It's like his eyes were stuck. His instincts screamed at him that he should run away and leave the carnage behind, but his legs felt like stone.
That's when someone suddenly approached him from behind, and Braull was too slow to react to what would happen next.
...
...He thought he was going to hurl. The scent of blood filled his lungs, his stomach, and his nose. The blood covered his hands and mouth. Some of it even managed to seep its way into the furry ears sitting on his head, and a few flecks reached his tail. It's slimy, sticky texture made Braull's skin crawl. He backed away from the mess of a fresh corpse on the forest floor. Braull did that. He did it with his bare hands and sharp fangs. He killed a human. This was his first time ever killing something that resembled the werewolf's own appearance so closely minus the beastly features, and it made him feel incredibly uneasy. Why?
It's because killing the human was too easy. Braull had taken down bucks that had given him more trouble. A crushing guilt nestled its way into Braull's chest, and it wasn't planning on leaving any time soon.
Granted, this human was trying to kill him. The sword lying next to the human's hand proved it so. If Braull didn't fight back, then he probably would've been the one to die instead. Still... watching the human's cold, bloodied body lying limply on the ground disturbed the werewolf greatly. His pulse raced faster the longer he stared at it, yet, he couldn't look away. It's like his eyes were stuck. His instincts screamed at him that he should run away and leave the carnage behind, but his legs felt like stone.
That's when someone suddenly approached him from behind, and Braull was too slow to react to what would happen next.
Welcome to Club Ethereal (w/ Clint, M or F welcome)
Spicy lvl: 7/10 (smut helps drive the plot)
Potential Pairings
Host x Host/Hostess
Host x Repeat Customer
More suggestions are welcome!
On paper, Club Ethereal is a standard host club. It has a bar area, a stage towards the front, and a kitchen for those who'd like snacks to accompany their drinks. Customers choose who they want to spend a session with at the receptionist's desk. The regulars usually make their requests weeks, or sometimes months, in advance. It's a quite successful and luxurious club to boot since its always buying the top-notch beverages and ingredients for its patrons. Customers always leave satisfied, and most come back at least twice. That's because something about the club sets it apart from the rest. This 'something' is simply not widely advertised by the establishment. People have to discover it for themselves.
It has 'private rooms.' The club charges its patrons extra fees to reserve them, but patrons can pick a host of their choice and have them to themselves. These rooms have no windows nor cameras and are entirely soundproof. They lock from the inside. Patrons get total privacy inside these rooms... One could imagine what kinds of things happen behind these doors.
The man behind the creation of this club is Clint Goldizen. He's the owner, manager, and an occasional host for Club Ethereal. He wears a lot of hats, but that doesn't mean he can't run the place successfully. If anything, Club Ethereal is booming right now...
And it'd be even greater if a new face made it's debut here~ Clint would love to have you!
It has 'private rooms.' The club charges its patrons extra fees to reserve them, but patrons can pick a host of their choice and have them to themselves. These rooms have no windows nor cameras and are entirely soundproof. They lock from the inside. Patrons get total privacy inside these rooms... One could imagine what kinds of things happen behind these doors.
The man behind the creation of this club is Clint Goldizen. He's the owner, manager, and an occasional host for Club Ethereal. He wears a lot of hats, but that doesn't mean he can't run the place successfully. If anything, Club Ethereal is booming right now...
And it'd be even greater if a new face made it's debut here~ Clint would love to have you!
Who’s Next? (w/ Paneros, M Only)
Spicy lvl: 8/10 (smut is the plot)
Potential Pairings
Incubus x Human
Incubus x Angel
Incubus x Incubus
(For this one specifically, I wanna see some power play/role reversal if possible!)
More suggestions are welcome!
Paneros let out a huge sigh as he propped himself up against the wall of a tall, gray building. The street was bustling today despite this late hour. A lot of the urbanized cities nowadays had an active nightlife scene if Paneros chose to search in the heart of the humans' major cities. It's especially active if he picks the sections that had a bunch of the adult activities, such as bars, casinos, hotels, and the sort. They were so loud, too. It made Paneros' head swim just a bit, but he's grown quite accustomed to these types of places. He frequents them often because the people here are easy targets...
He's watching for more men to have his way with as usual. This was nothing new... In fact, Paneros is starting to get tired of the old formula he's been following for who knows how many years. He picks a man that he deems visually attractive, violates them after he puts them to sleep in their dreams, and he disappears the next day. Don't get Paneros wrong; violating men will never get old. He just needs something fresh. He needs something that can shake up his dull routine of choosing his victims so methodically...
So tonight, he's going to find a man that's suitable for repeated 'visits.' He'll violate them to his heart's content and keep doing it until it drives them insane. He might try to turn a straight man gay, or maybe help one discover parts of himself that he didn't even know existed. That should be fun, right? To slowly break their resolve until they submit to him... And then he'll vanish as soon as he came. Ha. The devil ought to love that. Paneros called himself a genius for this idea.
Now... He just has to choose his unsuspecting victim wisely...
He's watching for more men to have his way with as usual. This was nothing new... In fact, Paneros is starting to get tired of the old formula he's been following for who knows how many years. He picks a man that he deems visually attractive, violates them after he puts them to sleep in their dreams, and he disappears the next day. Don't get Paneros wrong; violating men will never get old. He just needs something fresh. He needs something that can shake up his dull routine of choosing his victims so methodically...
So tonight, he's going to find a man that's suitable for repeated 'visits.' He'll violate them to his heart's content and keep doing it until it drives them insane. He might try to turn a straight man gay, or maybe help one discover parts of himself that he didn't even know existed. That should be fun, right? To slowly break their resolve until they submit to him... And then he'll vanish as soon as he came. Ha. The devil ought to love that. Paneros called himself a genius for this idea.
Now... He just has to choose his unsuspecting victim wisely...
The Game that Julius Plays (any character excluding Paneros or Clint, M or F welcome)
Spicy lvl: 10/10 (the plot is optimized for maximum smut!)
Potential Pairings
Show Contestant x Show Contestant
Even though the plot is absolute trash lol, I wanna see our characters' minds slowly deteriorate from all the sex into insanity... Fun, but dark fun~
"Tired of the usual porn? Do you need something exciting? New? Fresh?" The voice gaudily drops an octave. "Delicious, even?"
The television depicted a man whose face was cut out of the frame, and his speech was pitched to hide his true identity. He sat on top of an extravagant, somewhat regal chair, and he was clad in a black suit. His attire looked just as pricey as the over-the-top chair he sat on. "Look no further~ Because Guilty as Charged will solve all of your needs! Our game show contestants will perform acts that you, the viewers at home, vote for. There are no limits! You can literally pick your kind of porn, even if it doesn't exist or it's supposedly taboo. Bleh." He made air quotes with his fingers as he said that. "Anywhos, this is still a game show. Our contestants need prizes. So, the winning person, or pair most of the time, gets to return to the next season. Isn't that swell? It's a win-win situation for all of y'all and the contestants themselves!" He gave an extremely dark chuckle next. Not long after that, the television screen cut to a scene of a man and a woman fucking over a kitchen counter. It's nothing too out of the ordinary, but the couple is oddly wearing face masks that cover their eyes and nose only.
Each scene that was shown after the first one began to grow more bizarre and extreme. The next one was that same pair doing it again in a public changing room; they still had on the masks. The cuts started to grow more rapidly and showed a myriad of sex scenes, ranging from vanilla sex to hardcore BDSM. It was the same couple in every single one of the scenarios wearing the exact same masks. There had to be at least dozens of these videos as they flashed on the screen at breakneck paces. The last one lingered the longest out of all the clips. This time, the pair was clad in black-colored full latex bodysuits. The woman was suspended by her wrists and ankles only by chains linked to their respective cuffs. The latex suit was conveniently cut where her nipples and genitalia were. Electric pads lined the outside of her labia, several vibrating eggs were shoved up her vagina, and her nipples were clamped with multiple clothespins on each nub. Muffled groans came from her ball gagged mouth. Her body constantly jumped and shivered with each jolt of electricity, and based on how her vagina consistently produced its discharge, she has orgasmed multiple times. Although... not all of it was from arousal. It's common for powerful shocks to cause the receiver to urinate...
And that was where the man was. He had a strange smile on his face as he licked up every bit of fluid falling from in between the woman's legs. He kept himself propped up on his hands and knees just like a dog would. A collar and chain-linked leash completed the look. The difference, this time, was that his mask was traded for a blindfold. He'd occasionally jolt and pause to make sounds of his own, but whatever was causing it was unknown to the viewer. His lower half was purposefully cut off from the frame, and what existed there was up to the viewers' imaginations.
The screen then abruptly cut back to the suited man again. "A little taste of what this show is all about~ Those two were the reigning champions of being voted for the most. But! Y'all broke them so much, that'd they couldn't come back for this upcoming season! How unfortunate~ But this does mean we get a fresh wave of contestants now. They have firey spirits, and I'm sure you will love them all!" He laughed again and dipped his head a bit, revealing a few white tips of his hair. "My name is Julius, and I hope this show can satisfy that crave that you can't find anywhere else~"
The television switched off...
And you, as a new contestant of this show, are now left in a locked hotel room waiting for your time to air. Whether you were brought here against your will or not, nearly your entire livelihood is now up to the hands of the viewers of Guilty as Charged.
The television depicted a man whose face was cut out of the frame, and his speech was pitched to hide his true identity. He sat on top of an extravagant, somewhat regal chair, and he was clad in a black suit. His attire looked just as pricey as the over-the-top chair he sat on. "Look no further~ Because Guilty as Charged will solve all of your needs! Our game show contestants will perform acts that you, the viewers at home, vote for. There are no limits! You can literally pick your kind of porn, even if it doesn't exist or it's supposedly taboo. Bleh." He made air quotes with his fingers as he said that. "Anywhos, this is still a game show. Our contestants need prizes. So, the winning person, or pair most of the time, gets to return to the next season. Isn't that swell? It's a win-win situation for all of y'all and the contestants themselves!" He gave an extremely dark chuckle next. Not long after that, the television screen cut to a scene of a man and a woman fucking over a kitchen counter. It's nothing too out of the ordinary, but the couple is oddly wearing face masks that cover their eyes and nose only.
Each scene that was shown after the first one began to grow more bizarre and extreme. The next one was that same pair doing it again in a public changing room; they still had on the masks. The cuts started to grow more rapidly and showed a myriad of sex scenes, ranging from vanilla sex to hardcore BDSM. It was the same couple in every single one of the scenarios wearing the exact same masks. There had to be at least dozens of these videos as they flashed on the screen at breakneck paces. The last one lingered the longest out of all the clips. This time, the pair was clad in black-colored full latex bodysuits. The woman was suspended by her wrists and ankles only by chains linked to their respective cuffs. The latex suit was conveniently cut where her nipples and genitalia were. Electric pads lined the outside of her labia, several vibrating eggs were shoved up her vagina, and her nipples were clamped with multiple clothespins on each nub. Muffled groans came from her ball gagged mouth. Her body constantly jumped and shivered with each jolt of electricity, and based on how her vagina consistently produced its discharge, she has orgasmed multiple times. Although... not all of it was from arousal. It's common for powerful shocks to cause the receiver to urinate...
And that was where the man was. He had a strange smile on his face as he licked up every bit of fluid falling from in between the woman's legs. He kept himself propped up on his hands and knees just like a dog would. A collar and chain-linked leash completed the look. The difference, this time, was that his mask was traded for a blindfold. He'd occasionally jolt and pause to make sounds of his own, but whatever was causing it was unknown to the viewer. His lower half was purposefully cut off from the frame, and what existed there was up to the viewers' imaginations.
The screen then abruptly cut back to the suited man again. "A little taste of what this show is all about~ Those two were the reigning champions of being voted for the most. But! Y'all broke them so much, that'd they couldn't come back for this upcoming season! How unfortunate~ But this does mean we get a fresh wave of contestants now. They have firey spirits, and I'm sure you will love them all!" He laughed again and dipped his head a bit, revealing a few white tips of his hair. "My name is Julius, and I hope this show can satisfy that crave that you can't find anywhere else~"
The television switched off...
And you, as a new contestant of this show, are now left in a locked hotel room waiting for your time to air. Whether you were brought here against your will or not, nearly your entire livelihood is now up to the hands of the viewers of Guilty as Charged.