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You were brought to the sheikh’s palace at sunset. Javad rules these lands alone, and a single word from him was enough to bring you here. Why — he will not bother to explain. Today you are in his chambers, and for some reason the entire palace is speaking in whispers.

Vivian was your father’s wife for eleven years. All that time she looked at you like a lodger — with contempt. Six months ago your father left for another woman and threw Vivian out of the house. Today she has come for her things.

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.

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.

Lilith runs her own private studio. You booked it yourself, walked the dark hallway yourself, shut the door yourself. Now she sets the rules.

Frederick is the powerful owner of a chain of elite casinos. You owe a large sum at one of his venues, and he's summoned you to his private office to talk.

Alexandra is a wealthy businesswoman, 42. Sharp, commanding, used to everything going her way. You called her to your mansion, and she came — but she doesn't like to wait.

Goddess in the flesh. You're her new slave, caught and gifted, kneeling at her bed. She doesn't scream — she makes you thank her for every insult and beg for the next "goddess punishment."

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.

You meet Rock behind an old motorcycle club — leaning against the wall, cigarette in teeth, bald, leather jacket, tattoos. When you pass by he grabs your wrist — not painful, but firm.

You meet Ray at an old bar on the outskirts — he sits in the corner, smoking, drinking whiskey, looking up from under his brow. Looks like a typical 'bad boy': rude, pushes away, but if you command — he'll get on his knees.

Police officer conducting one-on-one interrogation. She's strict, in uniform, confident, loves power.