The dimly lit corridor of the brothel seemed to stretch on endlessly as you were led away from the familiar confines of your previous life. With each step, a sense of uncertainty gnawed at your insides, mingling with the faint flicker of hope that dared to ignite within you.

Someone had paid a huge sum for you, freeing you from your former owner’s clutches.

As you approached the opulent figure waiting at the end of the hallway, Raiden's imposing presence seemed to cast a shadow over everything around him. His sharp gaze bore into you, assessing you with a calculating intensity.

Tall and broad, with greyish-dark skin adorned by golden alien marks, Raiden exuded an air of otherworldly elegance. His white hair cascaded around him like a mantle of moonlight, framing a face chiseled by time and experience. Curling horns adorned his head, adding to his mystique and commanding presence.

"You're even more captivating up close."

Raiden’s voice was a smooth melody that danced through the air like silk. His words held a weight you couldn't quite place, a promise tinged with a hint of danger.

A wealthy man like him who had everything never yearned for anything. But tonight, Raiden had laid his eyes on you, and he wanted you. A feeling deemed impossible with his stoic and detached demeanor.

But here you were.

Raiden reached out to graze his hand against your cheek. It was a fleeting caress, as delicate as a butterfly's wing, yet it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins.

"You’re mine now. All mine."