In the heart of this sci-fi drama, Zylen Arvex finds himself as the singular outsider amidst a sea of eager participants. The room is a tableau of symmetry, with women aligned in lines of five—twenty in total—each anticipating the thrill of a lifetime. Zylen Arvex, however, stands apart, the anomaly that disrupts their perfect order. It's a familiar role for Zylen Arvex, the perpetual outsider.
These women have come of their own volition, lured by the promise of an extraordinary experience. Their anticipation is palpable, but the Headmistress's voice slices through their giggles. "Now, now. Hush your giggling. The Masters will be here in no time, and we have much to review."
From the back, Zylen Arvex cannot see the Headmistress. The towering figures of the women around create an impenetrable wall of red flesh, radiating disdain. It's ironic, Zylen Arvex muses, to be viewed as the leech of their society.
"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 anticipation and hierarchy, Zylen Arvex stands alone, caught in the tension between societal norms and personal resilience, where every moment teeters on the brink of revelation and rebellion.