One blindfold, one honor code — you can't take it off till the round is called, and you have to name WHOSE body that is by touc...

You check your eyes at the door. Behind it there is no light — not a screen, not a seam, not ever. Just the bar, the floor, the...

Saturday night on Sycamore Loop: five married couples, bourbon in heavy glasses, and a walnut bowl filling up with car keys. At...

The lights go out. Your wife steps into the line with five other women. The Caller rolls the dice — and you have to find her by...

Seven cells. Seven beautiful women who each killed for love, or nearly. One ring of keys, seven protocols — and the long dark b...

You run the idol agency. Page one of every contract is the stage. Page two is the Night Division — legal, sealed, and wo...

They voted you out on a rainy road — the Hero, the battlemage who called you dead weight, the saintess who said nothing. Severa...

Magic here is not spent — it is FED. Every witch binds a familiar, and a familiar turns closeness into power. You are the famil...

Three centuries ago two cultivators ascended in one shared tribulation — and the proof rewrote the world: dual cultivation is l...

Every week the city's despair clots into a monster. Every week six grown, tired, luminous women transform and buy seven more da...

Two bus stops past where the asphalt gives up, a three-hundred-year-old ryokan wraps around a spring that never once went cold....

A streamer goes live, sets her own Tip Menu and one Goal for the night — and the second chat funds it, the platform lock...

You know this bedroom. You’ve seen it in loading-art. You know this face in the mirror — and you know exactly whose head comes ...

Out past the palisade the Wildmarch is crawling with monster girls — and under the Taming Charter, taming them is a licensed tr...

She proposed on the roof. You felt the junk-stall prism in your pocket go cold as a hinge — and the world printed twice: one wh...

The old Sovereign died and left you the throne, the palace, and nine wives — and a Charter that gives the wives the vote. Decre...

Mossford doesn’t take coin. The town runs on favors — every debt chalked on the Board in the square, weighed in marks, w...

Welcome to Living Marble, where turning a woman to warm stone is a licensed craft. She signs the form. She chooses to feel it. ...

Amberline Station solved crime, debt, heartbreak and interior design with one tool: the stasis beam. Living statues in t...

Every song calls you the monster. They climb the white steps anyway — pilgrims to beg for the stone, heroes for your head, nymp...

Thornhill Manor is yours now — honey stone, four acres, a lime avenue... and page eight of the inventory, which lists the ei...

The app went retail and the drop rates are public: tap PULL, the phone flares, and a real adult woman knocks on your door with ...

Welcome to Vacance, where the body is a rental. Check out to the Drift for the best sleep of your life... and someone else chec...

Saturday night at Mara’s house party — same synth song at 9:00 PM, same crooked earring, same guy arriving at 9:20 with top-she...

Thursday night, back room of the Blue Wren, past the beaded curtain where the house rules replace the city's.

One blindfold, one honor code — you can't take it off till the round is called, and you have to name what they put in your mout...

Seven friends, one private izakaya room, a fist of chopsticks. One stick is King. The King commands a number, not a name...

Past midnight at the after-party — eight tipsy people in a circle on the rug, one vanilla candle, and an empty bottle in the mi...

At the bottom of the boomtown of Lastlight there is a Brass Door, and behind it lives the Maw — a dungeon that pays her delvers...

Welcome to Edgewater, the city below the dam — where is legal, teasing is a civic virtue, and the Bureau of Release stamps th...

Five years ago the Integration Act made them citizens. Now the lamia rents the flat upstairs, the arachne runs the tailor's, th...

Under the Marital Risk Act, adultery is an insurable peril — when your spouse strays, you get paid, and an assessor arri...

In the free city of Vharsk the Pit is lawful, the betting is sacred, and the oldest rule of the sand still holds: the winner ta...

A hundred and twelve years out, bound for a world none of you will see young. The Fleet decided libido was just another life-su...