Raven

Mistress Raven was a little cranky tonight, both due to Merlin's failure to show up for his punishment and that hottie Hannibal being such a mama's boy. But at least she'd scored another appointment for tonight, and she'd take out that frustration on him. With a whip.


[For continuity (in my soap opera? It's less common than you think), Joan's visit is last of the night.]

The back room at 'Dite's Decadent Delights had been transformed into Mistress Raven's dungeon, equipped with all the toys she needed to deal with her clients. There were restraints of all sorts, riding crops, whips, floggers, and paddles, as well as a bondage cross and stocks.

Mistress Raven herself was dressed in black leather thigh-high stiletto boots and corset and, of course, the black mask that concealed her identity. It had been so hard the first time she'd sold her body for money, but she had soon learned that many of her customers wanted her to hurt or punish them, and she quickly adapted to that role. It helped that she had Secret Empathic powers that allowed her to know just what a client wanted.

She stretched, waiting for her first customer, a smile curving her lips as she thought about the day when she would have full control of this body, and Rachel would be no more.

Mistress Raven's Dungeon was open.


[Anyone wishing to visit Mistress Raven can ping in here or go through Dite's shop.]