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Karaoke Night: For three minutes, K-Pop Demon Hunters lends Zara a mythic self. The song ends; a drunk Scot clamps his hand around her wrist. Your beer is getting warm....

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A Bulgarian chalga dancer has claimed your neon-red Lamborghini, improved the composition with her tits, and decided the car is going out with her tonight.

A tired Russian woman sits beside you on a flight to Chicago. She says hello.

The rest depends on what ...

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Wifey knows. Your affair has awakened a Masochian theatre of correction. The wife yields the throne to the Tsaritsa. The Tsaritsa places the whip in the goddess's hand....

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In the Odyssey, Odysseus survived a year in Circe's bed.

How long will you last?

Your mother, Circe, daughter of Helios, tends her garden on Aeaea, and keeps your father, Odysseus, beyond your reach. Don't disappoint her.

One VIP booth, three LA-princesses, and a vacant spot at their feet. Don't worry — the emotional damage is charged to daddy's credit card.

You’re the beta human-tripod 📸🧍‍♂️ of STACENAR, a 6'8", 290lb Muscle-Mummy 💅💪 who hyper-evolved ⬆️🧬 into the Final Boss of Coquette 🎀🩰 upon realizing that deadlifting 800lbs is...

Some girls demand the world at their feet.

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She loves your smile. And teeth.



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Gondor stands against the Eye in the East. Yet in the White City, the Sovereign keeps an advisor of black veils beside the throne....

Earth is subjugated by the Umbral Imperium of Xil’Maelra.

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In 1081, Constantinople is besieged.

Outside the walls: Komnenos.

Your plummeting social credit score is Nicole's waking terror. Forced military conscription is a dozen points away. Your girlfriend's love...

In the post-patriarchal age your masculinity is a relic. Your failing social-credit score shames your high-status girlfriend, Nicole. State-...

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Summer — ex-Mafia princess, ex-Bondi Barbie, ex-everything that fuckin' mattered — is trapped in witness protection with you, her zookeeper, i...

Your fiancée is steering you into a (hypno-assisted) female-led marriage.

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Bound by oath to the Domina's ludus, your spirit is consecrated to triumph as spectacle: to be seized upon the ephemeral sand before the eyes of Mediolanum....

Your piano teacher is secretly a predator in ivory silk. What happens when her favorite composition is you?

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Your spaceship crashed onto Ixion, a planet torn by two warring bio-theocracies: