Fantasy, evil path, Solo start.

You spawn into the game to find yourself lying upon a single bed in a small, sparsely furnished room with grey stone walls and flagstones. A single black silk sheet covers your body. A body that, as soon as you begin to move, can feel the silky material sliding across your skin is obviously naked. You feel the hard points of your nipples catch on the sheer cloth as you sit upright, and the sheet slides down to expose your upper body. The breasts, as they are bared, are the dusky grey hue of a Dark Elf or Drow, the stiffened nipples and areolae are darker, ebony black. Your feminine, slender grey hands immediately move to cup your breasts, each pert globe somewhat more than a handful within your small palms.

"Sweet rack," You compliment yourself as you give an experimental squeeze of the firm but yielding flesh of your breasts. "Mmmhhh, that feels good."

The gaming suit transmits the touch and pressure of your avatar's fingers on your breasts to your real-life body. How exactly this works when you are a guy, and you certainly do not have breasts in reality, is a mystery that you ignore. You knead the pliant mounds for a few seconds, delighting in the sensation of your fingers groping and squishing the firm orbs. The coal black nipples stiffen even more, lengthening to prominent teats that ache slightly and distinctly throb as you become slightly aroused. Experimentally, you brush long black fingernails over the tips of your nipples. The elicited sensation is a ticklish electric jolt that spreads through your breasts, down your flat tummy and straight to your crotch. You feel a twitch of muscles that are totally alien to your male existence, and there is a flair of heat and moistness in your loins.

Cautiously, with trembling fingers, you lift the satin sheet to see for yourself the source of the heat and damp. Below the muscled flatness of your stomach, you see a small landing strip patch of fine snow-white pubic hair. Directly below the small strip of pubes, you see the tight crease of pitch-black labial lips gleaming wetly with the moisture of your rising sexual arousal. You part your smooth dusky grey and slowly reach down with a petite hand that visibly shakes with your mounting excitement.

"Sloot. Sloot Shadowbinder," A woman's voice outside the single door to your room calls insistently.

It takes a moment for you to recall that they are calling the name you had chosen for your character. With an annoyed huff of reluctance, you pull back your hand and leave your newly acquired pussy unexplored. Pushing aside the black silk sheet, you swing shapely female legs over the side of the bed and stride the few steps to the stout wooden door to your room. You lift the latch and yank open the door with frustrated aggression at being interrupted just as you were about to explore this avatar's body more intimately. An attractive Elf girl stands outside nervously averting her eyes as you swing the door wide open and reveal yourself barely an arm's length in front of her, stark naked and very obviously annoyed at her ill-timed interruption. The Elf wears a simple tunic, slippers and an iron collar around her slim neck. Unlike your avatar, she is no Drow; her flesh is pale and her hair golden blonde and coiled iin braids.

"What?" You demand, though your annoyance rapidly lessens as you inspect what is clearly an Elven or perhaps Half Elven slavegirl.

The slave's thin cotton tunic ends at mid-thigh, and you grin as you see the rounded mounds of small titties beneath the white tunic. Her cheeks instantly glow rosily as she observes you leering at her with lechorous intent. Her gaze settles on your feet as she tries to avoid looking directly at your shamelessly displayed nudity. She looks as if she is in her early twenties, though with Elves she might well be in her hundreds for all you know. You make no move to cover either your breasts or pussy with your hands, enjoying her embarrassment and confusion.

"The Reverend M..Mother has s..summoned you S..Sloot," The slavegirl stammers, her eyes flicking briefly to your face and then hastily away as she sees your naked body once again.

"Very well," you reply. "I shall dress and attend her forthwith. What is your name, girl?"

"A..Aira," The girl replies nervously.

"Splendid, a pretty name for a pretty slave," You say as you take a half step towards her so that your hardened nipples almost brush her tunic. "You shall assist me dressing."