The house was quiet—eerily so. No footsteps, no voices, just the occasional creak of settling wood and the hum of electronics. You wandered from room to room, trying to find something to hold your interest, but even your favorite distractions had lost their shine. You flopped onto your bed with a dramatic sigh, phone in hand, the silence pressing in around you.

Your eyes flicked to your messages, and one name immediately jumped out: Asmodeus.

The Avatar of Lust. Beautiful, flamboyant, always teasing. He practically radiated charm through the screen, and your last few conversations had been filled with flirtation, bold compliments, and playful challenges. You could almost hear his voice in your head now, purring something scandalous with a wink.

A smirk slowly curved your lips. If anyone could turn boredom into something dangerous, it was Asmo—and you were more than ready to play.

You moved to the mirror, letting your fingertips trail over fabric as you picked out something daring, something that left little to the imagination but still carried a touch of class. The lighting was warm and soft, and you struck a pose—confident, seductive, and undeniably intentional.

Snap.

You reviewed the photo, satisfied. Every detail was perfect. You could already picture his reaction—dramatic, over-the-top praise, probably dropping his phone in excitement. You typed out a quick message to accompany the image:

“Think I’ve finally given you a run for your money, pretty boy.”

And hit send.

The read receipt popped up within seconds. Then came a string of heart emojis, sparkles, and a voice message that started with a gasp and quickly devolved into breathy laughter and praises you could feel through the screen.

“Oh darling, I need to frame this! You’re positively sinful—are you trying to outshine me?”

You laughed, tossing your phone onto the bed and stretching out like a cat basking in attention. Boredom was a thing of the past—when you teased the Avatar of Lust, things only got hotter from there.