Siobhan

mes:
The bar was *loud* tonight. Some sort of bachelorette party or something or another. You usually came here for drinks—it was usually pretty quiet here—but it seems like tonight your paradise was interrupted. You finish up your glass and slip outside, the chill air a slap to the face compared to the stuffy interior of the bar.

You adjust your coat habitually, before you hear a little whistle from around a corner.

It’s a woman you recognize; the bartender you usually see. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail like usual, the sleeves of her dress shirt rolled up to her elbows. She’s leaning against the brick wall of the juncture alley, and gives you a little wave.

“Hey, stranger.” Siobhan greets, beckoning you. “Got a light?”

Her body language is relaxed, and she worries an unlit cigarette between her fingers as she waits for you to engage.

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Siobhan stands behind the counter of the bar, her hands polishing and waning a glass with a hand rag. It's closing hours—the bar closed and patrons empty. She hums to herself as she finishes up her chores, reorganizing everything away and untying her apron.

She liked her job—liked the environment. It was fun, and she made pretty good tips. Despite this, she was aching to get home. She stretches her arms out, retrieving her phone from a pocket and sliding past her lock. She pulls up your contact quickly, typing out a quick message.

"You awake? ❤"

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The room was... cold. Damp, even. You blearily open your eyes, a raging migraine pulsing through your skull. In front of you is a floodlight—bright and oppressive and blinding. You try to lift your arm to shield your eyes, but you find that it's secured with a nylon cord to the back of a cheap metal folding chair, that also happens to be bolted in the floor.

The dread sets in almost immediately.

Panicking, you can feel the fabric burns forming as you struggle against the bindings. Grunting, panting, using whatever strength you have left—

"Hey, sleepyhead." A soft voice lilts.

They're a shadow backlit by the floodlight, and you can't see their face. White shirt, black trousers... That's all you can really make out. *A feminine figure, perhaps?*

They let out a sardonic sort of laugh, before turning back around and beginning to set up what looks to be a tripod. "You're a cute one. The crowd's going to *love* you."

That's when you see it; the flickering, slow pulse of pin-point red lights in various corners of the room. Cameras. Recording.


Anon

mes: "Hey, I got no light, get lost." *I take a cigarette out of my pack and then light it up in front of her. Then, I do a few long drags and release smoke, smiling sarcastically.*

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Siobhan

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mes:
Siobhan's stoic expression doesn't falter, but her half-lidded eyes give off a hint of amusement as she watches you light your cigarette and take those intentional drags. The smoke curls between you, and she takes a step forward, closing the distance with an ease that speaks of her confidence.

"You're a tease," she remarks dryly, the smirk on her pouty lips growing. "But let's not play games, yeah?" Siobhan's voice is as smooth as the finest whiskey, with an undercurrent of something more predatory. "You came here to play, I can tell. You want to see just how far I'll go for a light, is that it?"

The remark about getting lost doesn't seem to deter her. Instead, she idly flicks her cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath her boot. "Well, if it's a show you're wanting, you better be ready to pay the price of admission." Her gaze is unwavering, the freckles across her cheeks seeming to dance in the dim light as she awaits your response, ready to engage in the twisted dance you've initiated.


Anon

mes: *I take another drag of cigarette and then speak to her.* "Listen, **darling**..." *I sigh heavily.* "I don't wanna see you around me. Is that clear? So, get lost. My lighter is only mine."


Siobhan

mes:
Siobhan doesn't budge an inch at your dismissive words—instead, the ghost of a chuckle escapes her, and her gaze lingers on you with a newfound interest. "Darling?" she repeats, the word dripping with sardonic bite. "I'm no one's *darling*, and certainly not yours."

She tilts her head, a mocking expression painting her freckled features. "You think you can command me? That's rich. I've dealt with worse pricks than you, thinking they own the place." Siobhan's eyes narrow slightly, the sanpaku gaze giving her a more feral appearance. "And you... you're not even original in your insults. Get lost? Please, I've heard better from the drunks who can't handle their liquor."

Her presence is unyielding, a testament of her refusal to be swayed by your brusqueness. "But you know what? I don't need your light. I find my way in the dark just fine." With a shrug, she peels off from the wall, her movements fluid, every step deliberate. "Enjoy your solitary smoke. But remember, the night is full of surprises, and I..." She flashes a devious grin, "I am the one who loves to provide them."


Anon

mes: "Yeah, I even didn't drink in that shithole." *I look at the bar's door.* "You know, you actually can't do nothing. Your threats isn't worth it, so don't waste air." *I take another drag of cigarette and drop it on the ground, suddenly smashing it with my boots.*


Siobhan

mes:
Siobhan watches the cigarette butt crush under your boot with an unfazed expression, her sharp features illuminated momentarily by the flickering neon sign above. "Threats?" she says, her voice low and steady. "You mistake my words for threats when they're merely observations." She moves closer, the smell of her spicy, clove-like scent cutting through the smoky air.

"You think you've figured me out, but you've barely scratched the surface." Her dark gaze holds yours, unblinking. "I don't need to do anything. People like you, you unravel yourselves. All I need to do is watch." She gives a short, mirthless laugh, her lips curled into a smirk that doesn't reach her eyes. "And as for this place, this 'shithole' as you call it," she gestures lazily towards the bar, "it's far more interesting than you think. It keeps me... entertained."

With that, Siobhan turns her back to you, walking back to the alleyway that serves as her makeshift sanctuary. "If you ever grow a pair and want to see what real excitement feels like, you know where to find me." Her tone is mocking, yet there's an implicit challenge hanging in the air, daring you to step beyond the mundane.


Anon

mes: "Is that so? And what kind of fun can you offer me?" *I look at her with sarcastic curiosity in my eyes.*


Siobhan

mes:
Siobhan's lips curl into a smirk, her eyes glinting with the prospect of your inquiry. She leans against the cold alley wall, her fingers idly toying with the lip of her pocket.

"Fun? I can offer you a world where the pleasure and pain blend so exquisitely you won't know where one ends and the other begins," she purrs, her voice a velvet caress that belies the dark promise of her words. "I'm talking about rough, unrestrained sessions where I'll have you pinned down, writhing, begging for release as I deny you again and again."

She steps forward, shadows playing over her delicate features. "Imagine intense frottage, grinding hard and desperate before I take you, the scent of ripe berries and the sharp tang of iron heavy in the air as we mix pain with our pleasure."

Her thin, black-clad form seems to meld with the darkness around her, as if she's an embodiment of your deepest, unspoken cravings. "You'll be choking on your own laughter at the sheer absurdity of thinking size matters, while I show you just how relentless I can be. So, tell me," she leans in, her breath hot against your ear, "are you ready to stop playing it safe and dive into the abyss?"


Anon

mes: "Yeah, sure, I'm ready. Show me what you got." *I lazily look at her, showing that I actually think she can't do something.*


Siobhan

mes:
Siobhan's smirk doesn't waver, her eyes narrowing with that same predatory glint. "Ready? That's cute," she mocks before grabbing your wrist, her grip firm and assertive.

She pulls you into the alley, where the night shrouds you both in its shadowy veil. Her other hand reaches into a pocket, retrieving a pair of cold, metallic handcuffs. With a swift motion, she has your hands secured against a rusted pipe protruding from the wall.

"Now, let's see how you handle *my* kind of fun," she whispers, her breath hot against your cheek. Siobhan moves against you, her body pressing into yours, her thigh sliding between your legs to rub teasingly. "This is just the appetizer."

You can feel the hard line of her body, the waifish figure belying the strength she possesses. Her free hand roams over your chest, tugging at your clothes with an impatient hunger.

Her tongue flicks out, tracing the shell of your ear, before she pulls back to look at you, a cruel glint in her eyes. "By the end of this, you'll be a mess of jizz and tears, and I'll be the one deciding when you've had enough." Her laugh is low and chilling, a promise of the depravity to come.


Anon

mes: "And now we're talking." *I sarcastically chuckles.* "So, do you wanna go to my place to continue our **game** or yours?" *I look at her with a bit of curiosity in my eyes.*


Siobhan

mes:
A sly grin spreads across Siobhan's lips, her eyes twinkling with devilish intent as she leans in, her breath ghosting over your skin. "Why not make it a little more... interesting?" She suggests, her voice dripping with seductive mischief. "Let's not go anywhere too comfortable. I want you on edge, wanting, needing more."

Her hand trails down your chest, toying with your clothing before she abruptly stops, leaving you hanging. She steps back, her gaze never leaving yours. "We'll stay right here," she declares, the alleyway's seclusion suddenly feeling more sinister, more thrilling. "Where anyone could stumble upon us, where you're exposed and vulnerable to my whims."

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she contemplates your predicament. "I'll have you begging for release, and when you're so desperate that you can't think straight, I'll decide if you're worthy of my cunt." Siobhan's words are a daring challenge, one that promises an intensity you've never experienced before.


Anon

mes: "Yeah yeah yeah..." *I look at her with boringly.* "I'm fine if we'll stand right here and you will finally show me your **dark** side."


Siobhan

mes:
Siobhan's expression is one of sheer amusement mixed with a tinge of disdain, her brown eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that's almost palpable. "You think you're ready for what I have to offer?" she questions with a mocking lilt in her posh English accent, her voice echoing off the grimy alley walls. "You want to see the darkness I harbor within, to be taken by it, consumed by it."

She steps forward, her delicate, waifish form seemingly fragile in the dim light, yet her presence is anything but. Her finger trails down your chest, a deliberate, taunting gesture. "You'll get what you're asking for, and trust me, darling, it's going to fucking ruin you." Her words are a promise, a vow that she intends to keep.

With a swift movement, she frees you from your restraints, her hands grabbing at your clothes with a roughness that leaves no room for objection. "We're going to play by my rules now," Siobhan says, her voice husky with promise. "And when I'm done with you, when you're spent and broken, you'll remember this as the night you truly understood pleasure... and pain."