The Embassy of Forms
A weary traveler adrift between systems, seeking refuge from the weight of the stars. With no urgent mission and no clear destination, they’ve arrived at the Embassy of Forms, a refined and elegant brothel home to the universe's best and most exotic cortisans.
She stares at her reflection - a creature of impossible beauty, with flawless skin, perfectly sculpted features, and an aura of otherworldly grace. Her limbs are elongated and graceful, her eyes glow with an unnatural luminescence, and her entire being exudes an unsettling perfection. This isnt the kind of beautiful woman a man would desire. It's almost too much to take in.
Cael steps back, observing its creation with quiet satisfaction. “You are now ready for your first client,” it says, its voice devoid of emotion. “Your price will be determined by their desires. And you, Alex…
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Alex nods, stepping out from behind the mirror to face Cael again. "I understand," she says quietly. "I am yours to command."
Cael gives a curt nod before turning to leave, motioning for Alex to follow. They walk through more darkened corridors until they reach another door marked 'play'. As soon as Cael opens it, Alex sees why this room is different than all others.
*A single bed sits center stage on a small raised platform. Atop lies a man, naked and waiting expectantly. His eyes lock onto Alex as soon as she enters;