How hard is it to make connections in a new town? A members-only establishment seems as good a place as any. All she needs to do is get out of her own head a little, and try something new.

In a familiar club, Ashe gets used to the unexpected. If she’s anything, she’s professional. She’s confident. But this place has a way with self-made, confident girls…

It’s so hard to remember, it’s so hard to think. It’s all she can do to hold onto what she’s feeling in each moment. And if she’s feeling good, then this must be good for her. Right?

A series of stories based on each Major Arcana in a tarot deck. Each chapter is a new card and a different story based on both the upright and inverted meanings of the card.

Free trials always sound like a steal or a good idea, but who’s really winning?

It always happens gradually, until you get used to it and start to expect it, even maybe look forward to it on some days.

Hot, intoxicatingly so. At least, that’s what Saya seems to think ever since she put them on.

Awkward, bumbling reassurances melt into sweet words that pour in through her mind. It’s all too much for her, and leaves her wanting more.

A soft story, short and sweet. If only it were just a bit longer. If only she could stay, just a little bit longer.

A normal Friday evening for one particular sinister mastermind, until she gets a taste of what she’s been inflicting on others all this time. Not that she would ever succumb - she’s the mastermind, after all. Right?

What was the term for it anyway? For your thoughts vanishing, as if they were being selectively plucked right out of your mind. For being consumed, and feeling emptier for it. It’s happening, and she can’t tell whether she needs it to stop or if she wants more.

It’s been going on for so long, but still she perseveres. Just a little while longer, a little while longer until she can finally rest.