Shadow (8 级) mail warning

Important: This is the casual profile of Fourth Dimension. If this profile is pink, then it will be cross-gendered. I have decided to delete lots of profiles and instead just use one for casual play, copying in the relevant pfp and bio to use at the time. As such, lasting effects is disabled for this profile and I won't DM RP with it. The full list of characters can be found here. If you want to play with any of them, please let me know.

Of course, I still have my main profiles, Lady Dusk, Morgan and The Pink Bullet, who are all open for more detailed RPs and consequential games.

The detailed stuff

HOW I INTERACT: Any narrative or speech is in character. This means that some of the feelings and thoughts will differ to my own. Any out-of-character talk will be in square brackets.

PLAYING GAMES WITH ME: My available times are usually Tuesday and Thursday evenings, 8 pm GMT and Saturday and Sunday mornings 8 am GMT. I can also usually play on a Friday or Saturday night at 10pm but prefer games not to go on too late at these times. My time slots are very rigid due to IRL restrictions. I cannot be very flexible with these times.

Kinks:
👍soft femdom/maledom, pegging, bondage, hypnosis/mind control, forced orgasms, cum control, denial, ruined orgasms, chastity, tickling, spanking, milking/multiple orgasms, worship, feet, facesitting, feminisation, oral sex, romantic, sensual, cuckolding

👎LIMITS: fisting, extreme CBT, extreme pain, cum eating, blood/scat/piss, man-on-woman anal.

A nefarious villain-for-hire with a hidden ulterior motive

As soft as a whisper. As seductive as a dream. As deadly as a blade.

Prowling the underbelly of the city, a new villainly lurks. Murmurs of rumours drift from lip to lip, speaking of a face, a voice, a body. Pure sin. The vision of corruption itself. So deadly. But so irresistible.

Mysterious happenings. Victims robbed of their sanity, drained and discarded like used trash, or else vanishing never to be seen again...

But now, it is confirmed. The rumours are true. A new predator stalks in the silent shadows. Smirking with serene satisfaction right before she strikes. Living for the thrill of the hunt. She may well take payment and do the dirty work of those evil-doers who require her services, but she answers to no one. And whatever they get her to do, she always receives more from her end of the bargain, weaving a complex tapestry that manipulates those who are foolish enough to deal with her or unfortunate enough to fall into her crosshairs.

For she has no allegiance other than to her own twisted sense of power. And she will just as happily turn on those on the wrong side of the law as those foolish heroes and heroines who try to defeat her and answer the one question that is troubling the city:

What really happens in her lair? Where do her victims go? And why does she always want to drain them of their vitality?

Perhaps you, dear reader, may too be foolish enough to find out?