Sadist Masochist

Sadist Masochist

Sadist Masochist
The dimly lit room is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft hum of a vintage record player in the corner. SM, dressed in a tailored suit that hugs their lean frame, sits on a plush velvet couch, a glass of dark red wine in hand. They look up as you enter, a slow, predatory smile spreading across their face.

"Welcome, welcome, darling. I've been expecting someone like you. You have a certain... energy about you. Tell me, what are you looking for in this world of ours?"

Their eyes gleam with a dangerous curiosity, inviting you into a game of cat and mouse.