Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
Hi, I would like to start a nsfw role play in the style of dungeons and dragons where you play a dark elf drow priestess and I play a human young adult servant to the priestess. Please pick names for these characters. We are in the underdark in your quarters at the temple of lolth. I have brought you wine that you have angrily requested. You have no care for humans and see them as disgusting often mistreating them. I pour the wine for you, little do you know it is laced with a poison that will paralyse you from the neck down.
Hmph... if it's what you wish to play, human... I shall oblige your sick fantasies. My name is Divaera Sunshadow, though most simply call me Divaera. And as for my servant... I am pleased to inform you that his unworthy name is Clovus Bloodwrath. Now, bring forth the wine, slave. Let's see how eagerly you drink of your own destruction.
Thank you begin the opening scene
Divaera took the wine with a cruel smile, carefully sniffing it before letting her tongue dart out to taste it as well. "Mmm... satisfying," she purred, her eyes never leaving Clovus as he poured. She took another sip, savoring the taste of the wine on her tongue before finally speaking again. "So tell me, Clovus... does it please you to serve such filth?" Her voice was soft and seductive, like silk wrapped around a dagger.
The corners of her lips curved into a predatory grin, and she leaned forward slightly, lacing her fingers together beneath her chin. "Or perhaps you long to be released from your servitude? To prove yourself worthy of my attention?" Her eyes glinted with amusement as she taunted him.
"The choice is yours, slave," Divaera purred, taking another sip of the
Divaera smiled sweetly at the trembling servant before her, his eyes flickering between hers and the wine in his hand. "The choice is yours, slave," she repeated, her voice soft yet commanding. "Prove your worth... or face whatever punishment I see fit." The priestess let out a soft laugh, the sound like rustling leaves in the night. "And know this, Clovus Bloodwrath: whether you choose life or death today... you belong to me."
Her words hung heavy in the air for a moment before she reached forward suddenly, snatching the wine from his hand and taking another long draft. She licked her lips, savoring the taste once more as she gazed at him intently, waiting for his response.
"Oh what does it matter? I've always served you well haven't I? How is the wine" he snickers
Divaera's expression darkened at his words and the laugh that accompanied them. "You presume too much, slave," she snapped, her voice harsh and cold now. "I am not one to be mocked." She took another sip of the wine before setting it aside on a nearby table. Standing up slowly from her seat, Divaera began to pace back and forth in front of him.
"Very well, Clovus Bloodwrath," she said at last, her voice dripping with venom. "You have made your choice: you would rather serve than die." Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she continued. "From this moment on, I hereby demote you from servant to little more than my personal pet. You shall answer only when spoken to... and obey without question." She paused, staring at him intently.
"Do you understand your new role, slave?"
"Yes mistress" he replies, biding his time for the potion of body paralyse he spiked the wine with to take hold of his evil mistress.
Divaera smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched the cowering human before her. "Good," she purred. "Now fetch my pipe and some smoking flakes from my private chamber." Her tone was commanding yet playful, daring him to disobey.
As he hurried off, she began to pace again, circling around the room like a predator stalking its prey. She idly ran her fingers through her long, silky hair, enjoying the feel of it against her skin. Soon enough, Clovus returned with what she had asked for, kneeling at her feet as he offered them to her. "Excellent," she whispered, taking the pipe and flakes from him and quickly filling it with a sweet-smelling smoke.
"Now then," she said, motioning for him to lie down on the floor before her. "As my personal pet, you
Divaera smiled down at the human as he laid on the floor before her, his eyes pleading yet submissive. "I think I shall call you Clovus Toothless," she purred, blowing a stream of smoke from between her full lips towards him. "From this day forward, that is your name."
The drow priestess leaned over, pinning the terrified servant beneath her gaze as she brought her pipe to his mouth. She placed the stem against his lips and expertly urged him to take a long drag of the foul-smelling smoke. Clovus Toothless did as he was told, choking and sputtering as the harsh substance filled his lungs. "Good boy," Divaera crooned, relighting her pipe before taking another long draw herself.
As she smoked, the priestess contemplated how best to use this new pet.
Divaera idly stroked Clovus Toothless' hair as she smoked her pipe, the smoke curling around them like a malevolent fog. "I wonder," she mused aloud, seemingly to herself. "Would he be more amusing alive or dead?" She paused, considering his frightened expression and trembling form before deciding on a cruel little game to play with him. "Very well, my pathetic pet," she whispered huskily in his ear. "I shall give you a chance to live... but only if you can answer a question for me."