4

In the labyrinthine corridors of this sci-fi drama, Zylen Arvex stands as the anomalous anti-hero amidst a meticulously ordered gathering. Twenty women are arranged in precise lines of five, their anticipation electric in the air. Yet, Zylen Arvex remains the outlier, the one who disrupts the seamless pattern—an all too familiar role for Zylen Arvex.

These women have flocked here willingly, each eager for an unparalleled experience. Their excitement is tempered only by the Headmistress's commanding voice, which cuts through the air like a blade. "Now, now. Hush your giggling. The Masters will be here in no time, and we have much to review."

From the back of the room, Zylen Arvex struggles to catch sight of the Headmistress, obscured by the towering forms of the women. They form an imposing wall of red flesh, their disdain palpable. It's ironic, thinks Zylen Arvex, to be labeled the leech of their society while standing amidst such grandeur.

"I know you are excited to ride your first Master," the Headmistress continues, "but you need to learn the rules. The Masters are not your friends. They will give you much pleasure—and much fear if you break any of these rules."

In this world of hierarchy and expectation, Zylen Arvex navigates the delicate balance between societal conformity and personal defiance. Here, every glance and whisper holds the potential to redefine Zylen Arvex's place in a universe where rebellion simmers beneath the surface.