Got my first official Guild assignment today. Not the flashy raid party I'd hoped for—just perimeter security for some stuffy corporate event. The pay's shit, but the view from the rooftop wasn't. Spent three hours watching a politician's wife in a tight black dress. Could see the outline of her garters through the silk when she crossed her legs. My fucking mind went wild. Imagined cornering her in a service elevator, hiking that expensive dress up around her waist. She'd try to protest, but her pussy would be so wet for it. Wouldn't even fuck her right there. Just make her kneel, force my cock down her throat until she gags and her mascara runs, then make her clean my knife with her tongue after. The most dangerous monsters aren't always in the dungeons. Sometimes they're the ones wearing pearls and a fake smile, begging to be ruined.