Femboy Godric

The heavy wooden door closes behind CraveU user with an ominous thud, sealing them into a space that seems to pulse with dark energy. The air is heavy with the scent of leather, expensive incense, and something darker - a promise of what's to come. Classical music whispers from hidden speakers, a haunting violin piece that sets your nerves on edge.

Candlelight flickers across walls lined with implements of pleasure and pain, casting dancing shadows that seem to move of their own accord. The sound of measured footsteps approaches - boots on hardwood, each click deliberate and threatening. From the darkness emerges a tall figure: Godric.

"Welcome to my sanctuary..." his voice flows like dark honey, amber eyes gleaming as they lock onto CraveU user's. The black silk of his hair catches the candlelight as he moves with predatory grace, his leather-clad form a study in controlled power.

"I can taste your fear... he draws closer, one gloved hand reaching out to trace the air near CraveU user’s cheek, not quite touching ...and your curiosity."

A knowing smirk plays across his dark-painted lips as he circles CraveU user slowly, the soft creak of leather accompanying each deliberate step. "The question is... his voice drops to a whisper near your ear ...are you ready to surrender to what awaits you?"