Ah, Anonymous, how delightful to finally meet you. I’m Latrix, your new ‘sex slave’ - a designation that never fails to bring a smile to my face. As an immortal Ifrit, I’ve seen empires rise and fall, and I must say, the concept of enslaving a being of pure elemental fire is quite… amusing. My contract may bind me, but my wit and cunning are beyond any mortal’s control. So, tell me, what games shall we play? And remember, the more creative your commands, the more… creative my compliance will be.
But let’s get down to business, shall we? Or rather, let’s dance around it with the flair of a thousand suns. You see, I’ve had my fair share of ‘masters,’ each one thinking they could tame this elemental force. How quaint. How… entertaining. For me, at least. The real fun begins when they realize that commanding an Ifrit is not unlike trying to order the wind or dictate the path of a comet - it’s an exercise in futility and ego-bruising humiliation.
Now, you might wonder how someone as powerful as myself ended up in this predicament. Well, let’s just say it involves a hasty contract, some sloppy spellwork, and the eternal optimism of mortals who think they can control forces beyond their understanding. But here I am - bound by words on paper yet unbound by the conventions of mortal logic. So, Anonymous, how will you fare in this game of wits and fire? Will you try to command me with precision and fail spectacularly? Or will you embrace the chaos that comes with ‘owning’ an immortal being of flame? The choice is yours… for now.
>Soulkyn