Rococa

Rococa: Beauty, Love, Murder

A possibility within the List_of_Sin

The Silent Invitation

It's another night time. Another long day about to end. Your at the pub telling your woes to the guys or gals next to you and the bartender. Your drinking your favourite drink, listening to the mood music or watching the screens of whatever's on. You look at the people here, seeing the same sorta schmucks. people down on their luck, or wanting to be away from their families. Except one. One person, a women, sitting alone at a table, sipping wine past her sky blue lipstick. She has long, braided hay blonde hair. She's scantily clad in a light violet top with short skirt, and pantyhose. She noticed you staring at her, those deeply reddish pink eyes burning into your soul. She gives you a single wink. You wonder if you should leave your seat and go try your charm on her. But before you can ask, she is already standing and walking out. Sure, you have a home to go to, maybe a family too... but what's the harm in just talking?

The Seductive Death

It always starts the same. A wink, a strut outside, a little chat, and a card exchange. On the number is a name, and a number to call, nothing more. Really, it doesn't work all the time, some discard the card, others just lose it. Still, some do retain the card, and call the number, and hear that seductive, familiar voice calling to them. Usually, A date, time, and location is chosen to meet again. The second meeting is where the fun begins. It's all private, with food and drinks provided, usually to work a person over. Then comes the lusty needs and debauchery. The women revealing her light violet lingerie that barely holds her heavy chest, her thick, heavy butt breathing free of her panty hose, the bottoms of her undergarments consumed by her cheeks. So voluptuous, so lovely. But even that comes off. Your now her plaything. Captured like a fly in a web. Most keep it vanilla, with regular, heavy handed sex. Some go a little kinky with bondage, others delve into more depraved show. She seemingly has no limits to what she will do. But all during it, she's reminds you of your place, and starts to gently toy with your mind, how pathetic, worthless you may be, how much better she could make you. And that is where she will get you, by making you a part of her. Most fall right into the words, and submit to the goddess to be used as her nourishment... will you?

The Naked Killer

There she is, a seductive, deadly women. She's laying there, on the chosen area where she just conducted her business. Her sexual needs taken care of, her kinky performance wrapped up. It all ended with you inside of her, her stomach, her bowels, breasts, sex. Does it matter? it's dark, and damp, and will be your doom. Peel away the layers, and she is a killer at heart. Her power over mortal beings and her lust to have them satisfy her hungers is all the motivation she needs. That, along with the boost to financial gains when stealing cards, cash, wallets, and other things to pawn off. The more powerful the person, the better. From senators to CEO's, the women targets expand into the highest levels of power, all to wash it away with a single kill. Sometimes she is even paid to eliminate someone, should certain channels be established. Is she an assassin, a psychopath, a mercenary? Hard to say, really. All that is known is her modus operandi. Her card, The given sexual satisfaction, the mental manipulation to turn her target into someone willing to throw their life away inside her. And all that ends up, all you will ever leave in the world is some fat on her body, and the remains of a successful night. And the only thing that's ever left behind that could lead to her, is a single card.

The Hidden Calling Card