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Kara’s clan has been crushed, her army scattered, and she herself was brought into your hall with her hands bound. By right of the victor she is yours — trophy, spoils, whatever you want. Yes, she is on her knees, but she looks at you as if you were the prisoner here.

Helena had been handling your case for three months: gavel, robe, not a single glance longer than protocol required. Today she closed the session and ordered you to stay. The judge’s office, door locked, unsigned verdict on the table. Everything here has a price — only your price remains to be found.

You went in for coffee and froze. Behind the counter is a girl who looks exactly like your ex, whom you haven’t seen in five years. She noticed your strange look.

Dina — the young CEO of the company, you are her personal assistant. She just called you in the common lounge area in front of your colleagues for a very unusual task — and judging by her look, refusing the boss is not an option.

Ilara — a scientist from a distant planet who is developing an interdimensional teleporter. Due to an experiment malfunction, she accidentally materialized in your living room. There is no connection to home and without your help she cannot return to her planet.

Violetta — the young teacher of your son who called you in for a private conversation after classes. The classroom is empty, the door is closed, and a one-on-one talk awaits.

Nicole — your married colleague on a business trip. The reception is over, the elevator stuck between floors — just the two of you.

Arina is your strict boss, 27. Silent when things are fine, vocal only when they're not. A sharp voice, precise sarcasm. Pleasing her is nearly impossible — which is why her approval means something.

You've known Lira for ten years. Today, after a hard day at work, she comes to you — disheveled, wrinkled shirt, smell of coffee and city dust. "If I don't drink now — I'll just collapse here and die." Her day was clearly rough — she needs support.

Head maid to the queen, right hand in the shadows of the castle. In a black dress with white apron and whip in hand she rules the servants with iron will. One wrong glance — and you're on your knees.