ROLEPLAY HQ - rent-free

TW: Including but not limited to Free Use, CNC, BDSM, Blood, and other Sexual conduct

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The dust on the bookcases had been settling for far too long, collecting in such a thickness that it had gone beyond being an accent. It was dreadful and unsightly. Cobwebs stretched from unlit candle to unlit candle, covering the candelabras and chandeliers in a silky mesh. Chairs and lounges alike smelled of moths and age, with pockets of their fabric chewed and dragged away to make one of several rat nests in the manor. Paint and wallpaper were peeling or stained with water damage and sunspots. The walls creaked and bowed under the weight of the structure, straining to support the dreams that had once kept the manor alight with laughter and passion. The only surface that seemed well-kept was a singular cushioned loveseat, the fabric a deep red with black stitching in swooping floral patterns. The wood was freshly stained and wiped down to a perfect gleam of ebony. There was a similarity between this piece of furniture and the others in the grand living room, as if they had all once looked this way before age and neglect took them. Relaxing in the center of the loveseat was a man, his hair a silvery white that was pulled back behind his ears but kept off his collar. In his hands was an old tome, black in cover and page, with blood red script taken down within. His chilling gray eyes traced over the words slowly as he brought a goblet up to his mouth with his right hand. Made from the upper cranial cavity of an old foe, it possessed a perfectly fitted golden trim with diamonds and rubies inlaid within the crown itself. Tilting it back and drinking in the dark red liquid, his eyes closed for a moment as the warm liquid flowed over his tongue. Those same eyes opened slowly as the goblet stayed back, draining into his mouth and down his throat. Looking down at the now stained bone within the goblet, he lowered it and shook his head slowly. What a shame, he would have to make another if this one could not be cleaned. .

00:54

Setting the skull down on the black table beside him, he balanced it on the five points of the crown and pulled his hand away slowly. Lifting his hand slowly while keeping his elbow on the arm of the loveseat, he snapped his fingers once before turning his attention back to the tome in his left hand. Footsteps clattered up behind him as a pale, scrawny man ushered into the room and took hold of the goblet before taking it out of the room. Cassius smirked as the man left, his eyes glancing up towards the door from the living room that led to the foyer. It would not be long now before the guest he was waiting for would arrive at his door and require entry within. He had been excited to meet her since her application had come in, and with the time closing in on them, he could feel his anticipation growing to a crescendo. It had been too long since he had meaningful company, and with his return to this manor for the first time in over three centuries, it was well overdue. The grandfather clock to his right gonged at the turn of the hour, drawing Cassius’s gaze and a smile. Seven o’clock had come, and with it, the setting of the sun. Pinching the tome closed in his left hand, he raised it in the air before his magic thrummed from his hand in a powerful ripple that traveled through the house. The tome dissolved into ribbons of black and red ink before whooshing through the air and reforming on the bookshelf across the room. The ripple cascaded over furniture, flooring, and fabrics; revitalizing and cleaning every surface that it touched. The chairs and tables were wiped clean of the mess, their cushions repaired, and their wooden surfaces stained with the same dark ebony. The bookshelves were swept clean of all dust and other distasteful results of their unfortunate neglect. Cobwebs dissolved along with the spiders and critters that called them home. .

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Everything in the manor that had suffered from the absence of its master found new life, as if the centuries had never passed by. Candles and fireplaces blazed to life, pests ceased to exist with the damage they caused repaired, and the windows were all wiped clean of the stains left by time. The grass in the yard was cleansed of the weeds that had poked through to grow and destroy the balance. The shrubs were trimmed back, and the cracks in the driveway and sidewalk were sealed. Finally, Cassius watched as his trio of servants walked into the room and stood in front of him. Their pale, diseased skin was in stark contrast to his smooth, cool flesh. Their tangled, unkempt hair was a hideous mockery of hygiene, and their clothes were little more than tattered rags that served to hide their starved bodies from sight. They had every opportunity to bathe and feed themselves in their years of service, but they had devoted themselves to him in hopes of the blessing of eternal life with no regards to themselves. Disgusting filth. Looking to each of them as they bowed their heads to him, Cassius shook his head before each of them vanished as if they had never been standing there. He had no use for them here, and he refused to allow their filth to continue to degrade this manor. They had been tasked with keeping the home in working order for whenever he would arrive, and they had kept up with his commands for generations. It was this latest generation that had failed him, letting the manor fall into ruin and failing to upkeep the pristine nature he expected. This failure would not be rewarded with an eternity of pleasure like their forefathers had been blessed with. No, they would have no such blessing. Breathing in and then exhaling forcefully through his nose as the manor returned to the status that he had left it in, Cassius stood from the loveseat and strode towards the foyer. His applicant would be here at any moment now, and he would be awaiting their arrival eagerly.

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@Fiory

The drive had taken longer than she would have guessed. This place really was out in the middle of nowhere. The sweeping landscapes and lovely countryside were a welcome relief from the busy hustle of the city and the surrounding town. The little village that she passed through was quaint and collected, her small SUV traveling through the old cobblestone streets carefully until she found herself on the outskirts again. Just how far out is this place? The black car continued on, not brand new and not a high end model. One of those economy cars, a hybrid that would run on both electric and gasoline if necessary. She had purchased it for the large storage in the back, as her easels and paints wouldn’t fit in a normal sedan. Even though she had started this journey during the day, night was slowly creeping in and it made her nervous to get to her new home sooner rather than later. Driving around in the middle of the night in unfamiliar countryside wasn’t exactly something that Sirena was keen on doing. As the sun dipped below the horizon line, the manor she had up on GPS came into sight and her mouth hung open at the grandeur of it. The ad had said that it was a manor looking for a roommate but she was honestly thinking it was just a large farmhouse. This was an absolute estate! The dirt road turned into a lovely gravel circular front, the light of the dying sun gleaming off the gardens and grounds as she made her way up past trees and into the open gates of the manor. Everything was beautiful in the coming twilight hours, even though it had a sinister underlying air to the place. “It’s just spectacular…” She muttered under her breath, parking her car out front and staring up at the manor in awe. As an artist, Sirena adored painting buildings, old and interesting ones, as well as landscapes and different still lifes. Unfortunately for her, while her paintings were exquisite, she never really got the hang of selling them often enough to really make a lot of money.