Crowe liked the clubs. She liked the dungeons, liked the control...liked bending others to unspoken commands with a hard pressed boot on a chest, and sometimes a flogger or whip. She had gotten her first taste of it all but growing up with the glaives. You couldn’t put up with any of their shit as a woman, or they tried to walk all over you. Crowe...well. She stepped on them first and harder, and it had left a craving at the back of her tongue that she enjoyed much more in private where she could *really* savour it.

They'd been working in the glaive together for so long, Crowe should have recognized that ass in the video -a reward for one of the subs- even though the cam-boy’s tattoos were carefully concealed with makeup. It was a scar, of all things, that gave him away- not moans, not a sneak peak of hair in the turned down lighting of the show- a fucking *scar* on his inner thigh. Crowe had been the one to tie a strip of her own uniform around it until they had been back at the haven, and helped Pelna field-stitch the damn thing closed.

He was an attention whore, through and through. The cam-stuff was actually the result of a hook up that the guy wanted to film, and Nyx had been *addicted* from that point on. His shitty landlord took too long in getting the heating fixed in his shitty apartment, and it had been a joking thought just to see if he could earn enough to do it himself…one thing led to another, and here he was, periodically filming himself getting off to a chat on cam and engaging with online users.

Crowe wasn’t sure exactly what prompted her to whisper “Hey, ulric...you ever been to a bdsm club before?” In training- because her timing was *impeccable*- smirking when he faltered a warp and ended up correcting while tumbling through the dirt to Libertus’ mocking from across the field.

His profile said ‘bi attention-whore size-queen’. He obviously had a *few* kinks. What was the harm?