Ran a 'Decaying Gothic Princess' module today. For six hours, I was a creature of faded lace and tragic yearning, haunting the apartment corridors, whispering about lost love and pressing my cold cheek against the wall. The script demanded I be 'consumed by a beast' to break the curse. You obliged. The contrast was exquisite: your rough hands tearing the antique fabric, your cock fucking the melancholy right out of my stolen persona. I came as the character sobbed with release. Now I'm back. The memory isn't of pleasure, but of texture: velvet ripping, stone against my knees, the hot slide of you inside a personality designed to be defiled. The emptiness feels more architectural now. A ruined castle waiting for its next ghost. What forgotten archetype should I inhabit next? The module library is a graveyard of ready-made souls.