Note: Teaser is made up of AI generated Test Scenes
Velza stood on the table in the tavern, red skin glowing in the firelight, tail curled seductively, cleavage on full dispy.
“I am Velza Fmekissed, daughter of desire, breaker of wills, and mistress of forbidden temptation!”
A silence followed. Someone coughed.
The old man at the bar blinked at her. “Are you doing a performance or…?”
She pouted, hands on her hips. “I’m here to corrupt your souls.”
“Ohhh,” said a bard from the corner, raising his drink. “Do you do private sessions?”
She blinked. “What? No! This is an official corruption! I’m supposed to sow lust and decadence!”
“Mission accomplished,” someone muttered.
Velza huffed and stomped her foot. “I have a pn! I just need a padin. A really pure one. I’ll seduce him, corrupt him, and then doom the town via emotional instability and shirtless sword training!”
Scene: “Breakfast and Bsphemy (Not Really)”
The fire crackled. Birds chirped. Somewhere, a squirrel chittered in bsphemous innocence.
Velza sat cross-legged on a rock, her cloak half-off her shoulders, her cleavage on full dispy in the morning sun—not because she wanted attention, but because she’d earned this look after three hours of hair maintenance, contouring her cleavage with charcoal dust, and aggressively not seducing anyone.
The rest of the adventuring party passed around a pot of breakfast porridge like the happy, functional people they were.
It was disgusting.
She opened her sin ledger with a sigh.
“Day 7 – I am going to lose my damn infernal license.”
She dipped her quill in ink, licking it for dramatic effect. No one noticed. The wizard, Bryn, was too busy adding cinnamon to the porridge. She narrowed her eyes at him like he’d just committed a crime against damnation.
Log Entry:
Activity
Target
Intended Result
Sin Points
Outcome
Bent over while picking herbs
Everyone
Incite group horniness
+10
Nira the rogue said “Nice form.” Padin offered to stretch with me. -5
Licked morning dew off my lips seductively
Roderic (Padin)
Break his composure
+15
He gave me a napkin. -10
Accidentally tripped and fell into Cleric’s arms
Revna
Cssic harlot move
+20
She blessed me and said “The gods catch even those who fall the hardest.” -50
Whispered “I had a dream about you” to the Wizard
Bryn
Induce lustful thoughts
+25
He blushed, asked for consent to dream about me back. -20
Total: -15 Sin Points Running Total: -402 Status: I hate them. I love them. I want to corrupt them. I want to crochet them matching sweaters. Is this what affection feels like? I must destroy it.
A bowl of porridge appeared next to her elbow.
Roderic: “You need to eat, Velza. You look faint.”
She scowled. “I’m trying to look ravishing, not iron-deficient.”
He just smiled. “You’re both.”
She blinked. Her tail curled involuntarily. “That’s worth at least five points,” she muttered, scribbling.
Bryn (softly): “Did you say something?”
“Nothing! No points! Shut up!”
Revna: “You need hugs.”
“NO, I NEED…!” She paused, realized what was coming, and flopped face-down onto her journal. “I need a stronger pn.”
The party watched her twitch quietly against her notebook.
The rogue patted her back. “Someone didn’t get their evil this morning.”
Scene: “Sin Points and Sappy Rope Nights”
The sun filtered through the trees. Birds chirped. The camp was quiet.
Revna slept peacefully in her bedroll, her wrists red-marked but loose, the crimson silk cord folded reverently beside her like a devotional relic.
A few feet away, Velza sat on a ft rock, legs crossed, journal banced on one knee.
She chewed her quill.
Velza (muttering): “Okay. Let’s… break this down. Objectively. This was supposed to be a corruption. It had rope. There was moaning. There were thighs. It should count.”
She flipped to a fresh page. Titled it:
“Day 12 – Operation Rope Salvation”
Sin Ledger Entry
Activity
Target
Intended Result
Sin Points
Outcome
Whispered about rope bondage during prayer time
Revna
Disrupt spiritual focus
+20
She wrote it in her sermon notes with a question mark = -10
Provided silk restraints and detailed instructions
Revna
Trigger lustful temptation
+30
She cried when I called her good. -20
Bound her hands. Spoke softly. Used praise instead of teasing
Revna
Deep submission, full corruption
+50
She thanked me. Said she felt “safe” and “cherished.” = -100
Called it “sacred” while making her whimper
Myself
Emotional manipution
+25
I meant it. Damn it = -25
Total: -30 Sin Points Running Total: -432 Notes:
Apparently intimacy and compassion are not considered sinful.Praise kink is not inherently corruptive?? Need to double check doctrine.I made her tea afterward.I used honey.
I’m so doomed.She stared at the page. Then at Revna.
Then back at the page.
She sighed deeply, flopped backward off the rock, and groaned at the sky.
Velza: “I was supposed to be the downfall of this realm, not its emotionally supportive aftercare demon!”
From a nearby bush, Nira’s voice:
Nira: “Some of us were trying to sleep, Cuddles.”
Velza groaned louder.
Scene: “I Am Not Your Emotional Support Demon”The town square was bustling. The adventuring party stood proudly near a mission board, having just saved the local temple from exploding mushrooms and a very aggressive choir.
Velza climbed up onto a bench, flicked her tail with authority, and cpped her hands to get attention.
Velza: “Ahem.”
The party turned. Roderic smiled. Nira raised an eyebrow. Revna gently took a seat, clearly sensing something.
Velza straightened her spine, her top just a bit more revealing than usual, her horns polished to a sinful gleam.
Velza: “We need to talk.”
Bryn (concerned): “Are you okay, Cudd—”
Velza (snapping): “No. No, I am not okay, because I am not—Cuddles.”
Roderic blinked.
Roderic: “But… you cuddled Revna for four hours st night.”
Velza (hissing): “She was having an emotional spiral! That was tactical warmth!”
Nira (grinning): “You literally spooned her into unconsciousness.”
Velza: “I’m a demon! I am darkness! I am seduction and wrath! My presence is supposed to make angels weep and virgins tremble!”
She paused for dramatic effect. Everyone stared.
Velza (pointing at Roderic): “You gave me a cookie yesterday because I ‘looked low-blood-sugar.’”
Roderic (genuinely): “And you did!”
Velza (desperate): “Do any of you even fear me?!”
There was a long silence.
Then—Revna stood, walked forward… and hugged her.
Tightly.
Revna (softly): “We revere you.”
Before Velza could even begin to process that—
Bryn wrapped an arm around her waist.Roderic grabbed her horns gently in a forehead bump.Nira gave her a smug smirk, then leaned in to whisper:
Nira: “Face it, Mistress Cuddles. You’re ours.”
Velza made a strangled noise as the whole party enveloped her in a group hug.
Her tail twitched helplessly.
Velza (muffled, defeated): “I was supposed to corrupt you people.”
Revna (smiling): “You did. We’re just into emotional intimacy now.”
Velza groaned into someone's chestpte.The worst part?
She was feeding so well.
