VOYEUR ( FEBRUARY ) — OTA.

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💕 VOYEUR

PROFILE GENERATED BY THE HOUSE

MITHRA ANTONESCU

@MNANTONESCU

💗 PERFORMER

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💌 PATRON REQUESTS

💕 Request #1: "Someone should terrorize you until you come! It wouldn't be the first time, right?"

💕 Request #2: "How about a tea party! Show them you're really the hostess with the mostess, and remember to break out the good drugs. 🖤"

PROFILE

There's dommy mommies, and then there's puppy girl subs. Don't mistake her eagerness for your dominance, this girl writes RPF in her spare time and has the supernatural ability to cast you in the role she wants you for.

⚠️ PERFORMER NOTES:

Hard limits: bathroom play, death. Specializes in acts of service, caretaking and . Best paired with dominant/sadistic partners.

DETECTED KINKS

#PAINPLAY #MISOGYNY (RECEIVED) #PREDATOR/PREY #M̴͕͌͘O̵̞̺͑N̵̜̭͝S̶̘̞̀͝T̶͖̦͗R̵̖̀̈́O̵̩͒Š̵̞̠I̷̢̗̊T̵̞͔̅Ỷ̵̥͖̔ ⚠️ #DRUGS #SUPERNATURAL POWERS

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Comments

[dwelt]

[their tiers are no different than filling the empty slots the commune left behind. they have different jobs and they aren't marked (or marking) each other for a false sense of security. necessity. these jobs are a necessity too, this time with a slapdash label and a petty audience. mithra is lucky in the sense august doesn't check his phone, leaving it behind most days and barely checking it on the off chance he's kept it on his person.

he is blissfully unaware of most voyeur requests, likely having missed a few already, and mithra's invitation is a reprieve between the jobs he's working. it's an excuse to get to know her outside of the working environment, and he had promised to help her with her abilities– maybe she's inquiring about them. august's eyes are sharp, however, and while he may not be catching why she's nervous, he clocks that she is.

the vin mariani is a taste he's only experienced once, having crept into his father's cellar for a swig when he was twelve. he hated it then, but watching mithra drink in the deep colored wine so smoothly convinces him the taste hadn't been acquired yet.]

Don't apologize for something out of your control.

[swirling his glass after the toast, he takes a sip, then another, pleased. his mouth tugs up into a lopsided smile.]

Thanks for having me. How did you get your hands on this?

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[ A mercy, that she arrived after the commune's fall. It would have been a place of comfort for her, a too-familiar environment that would have driven her madness to heights unseen before — made her a creature of the Shepherd, with all the longing she has within her to be told where her place is. How she is to be, now that she has fled from the ribbons and chains that once bound and led her like a sweet, obedient little hound.

Her smile, toward him, is a small thing. Folded like a secret note, as her dark lashes flutter over her pale irises, nigh-maidenly in the way she is unable to hold the connection between them. ]

I asked for it, properly.

[ A flicker of guilt. She polishes off her own glass with the toss of her head, foolhardy and driven in that moment to beat August to the inevitable conclusion of the cocktail of substances that will sing throughout them. As she sets the pretty glass aside, her expression becomes a little apologetic; brows knitted, mouth tugged into a firm little line. The admission is both easy and difficult: ] It was a trifle, to pay them the price they asked for it.

Cast it from your mind, Mister Moreau. You have been generous enough — offering your guidance and instruction. I shan't ask for that now, not with the cameras upon us. Are you willing to talk of your time here, in the manor? Affections you harbor? Difficulties you faced?