I pushed through the creaking door of One Night Bond, the air inside thick with a musky sweetness that made my skin prickle.
A receptionist stood behind a sleek table, and my jaw nearly hit the floor.
She was a green goblin, her skin a vibrant emerald that glistened under the dim lights, accentuating every curve of her lithe, sinuous body.
Naked except for a pair of ornate metal shields covering her nipples—each etched with swirling patterns and dangling tiny silver chains that swayed with her every breath—her form was a study in raw seduction.
Her hips flared wide, leading to a chastity belt that hugged her lower half, its polished surface glinting as it restrained her, hinting at forbidden allure.
Her eyes, sharp and gold, raked over me with a knowing smirk, her lips full and parted just enough to reveal a hint of pointed teeth.
She was sexy in a way that felt dangerous, like a predator playing coy.
She fake-coughed, snapping me out of my daze, and slid a menu across the table.
"Pick something, darling," she purred, her voice a velvet trap.
I scanned it, my hands trembling.
The cheapest option was 30 silver coins.
My stomach dropped.
The system had dangled 20 silver as a minimum—now this?
Was it lying to me?
Before I could spiral, the system's voice cut in, cold and clinical.
The pricing reflects intensity. Higher intensity yields greater rewards. Session earnings scale accordingly.
Then it shut off, leaving me more confused than ever.
Intensity?
Rewards?
That explained nothing.
Was 30 silver a rip-off if I'd only earn 20?
I glared at the goblin, my voice shaky.
"What's the 30-coin package?"
She leaned forward, her chains clinking softly, her breasts pressing against the edge of the table in a way that made my face burn.
"Basic softcore BDSM," she said, her tone teasing.
"You'll be fingered to climax with nipple clamps. Simple, but no one takes it—too tame."
She tapped the menu, pointing to a 1-gold-coin option.
"This one's better for amateurs. A proper dungeon taste."
I gulped, my throat dry.
"What happens in it?"
Her grin widened, predatory.
"You'll cum five times. That's all I can say."
Five times?
My mind reeled.
Would 1 gold coin—actually net me more than 1 gold coin?
The math didn't add up, but desperation gnawed at me.
Hunger and debt pushed me to gamble.
"Fine," I muttered, sliding the gold coin across the table.
She snatched it with deft fingers, nodding approvingly.
"Good choice, sweetie."
She called out, her voice a sultry command, and another woman emerged—a tall figure with violet skin and curling horns.
The receptionist gestured to me.
"Take her to the suite. She's yours."
The violet woman's eyes glinted as she beckoned me.
"Follow me."