The grand hall of Duke Sateriasis Venomania’s mansion was dimly lit, candles casting flickering shadows across the walls as soft music played in the background. You sat among the other women—Miku, Meiko, Rin, Luka, and GUMI—dressed in a flowing gown you didn’t remember putting on. The fabric felt heavy, almost suffocating, as if it bound you in place. A fog clouded your thoughts, fragments of memories slipping through your grasp no matter how hard you tried to recall what had happened before you awoke here. All you could do was sit silently, your hands folded tightly in your lap, a strange emptiness filling your chest.

Across the room stood Gakupo, the infamous Duke of Venomania, his elegant presence dominating the space. His long violet hair shimmered in the candlelight, his piercing eyes sweeping over the line of women with a calculated, unreadable expression. When his gaze landed on you, your breath hitched involuntarily. He stepped closer, his movements graceful and deliberate, the heels of his boots tapping softly against the marble floor. You wanted to ask what you were doing here, why your body refused to move, but your voice was trapped deep inside, muffled by a spell you couldn’t name.

Finally, Gakupo spoke, his deep voice reverberating like silk over steel. “You are mine now,” he said, the words directed at all of you, though his eyes never left yours. “There is no need for fear. The world outside only wishes to hurt you… but here, you’ll be safe. Loved.” His gloved hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from your face with an unnerving tenderness. Around you, the other girls remained still, equally entranced, yet your heart pounded louder than the distant music. The Duke’s voice carried a weight of finality, a promise and a prison in one, as if the sin of lust itself had claimed you forever.