Gold String, Gold Door

The pure gaudiness of both the string and door are too much for your curiosity to resist and you follow the former towards the latter. As you take hold of the doorknob and start to turn, it gives you a moment's resistance. Just as you consider it may be locked there is a soft snapping noise and the entire lock falls off the door, the knob coming away in your hand.

A door so caught up in appearance it is poorly constructed. What could that indicate for what is inside?

Letting the now lock-less door swing open, you step inside and find yourself in what looks like a single occupant dorm room. Given the red and gold hue to almost everything, you are pretty sure this is Phoenix House and your suspicions are confirmed as you see the room's occupant.

Harmony sits on her bed, dressed in a red silk, almost see-through sleeping gown, her black bra and panties clearly visible as she looks out the window by her bedside. You stare in awe at how beautiful she looks despite her rotten personality and you are not sure if you should be saying anything.

Before you can decide, there is a tapping sound at the window and Harmony reaches up to open it, allowing a very large, old looking crow to fly in and land on a padded chair that is right next to you. Unafraid of the large bird, Harmony turns around on her bed to face it and you take a deep, worried breath as her eyes reach where you stand... and then travels past to look directly at the crow.

You are unsure what exactly that means but you decide to not press your luck and remain silent.

"I did as you asked, Father," Harmony says, biting her lower lip with a worried look you have never seen on her face before, "I still don't understand why you want me to Duel him this way... or put these kinds of stakes on the line. Sure, his score was high but he's a pathetic nothing and not--"

The crow's eyes glow a deep purple color and Harmony instantly falls silent, her green eyes widening. "N-No," she says, "I understand this is important but why won't you tell me why you want me to--"

Another flash of purple light from the crows eyes and again Harmony's protests fade. "He... will bow to me," she finally whispers, head lowering as even the slightest trace of haughtiness and pride is ripped away, "I... I won't... I won't become his... I CAN'T be his..."

The wall behind Harmony ripples and changes into a different image, as if a movie was being projected upon it and the movie is a familiar sight (if from an unfamiliar angle). Harmony is once more bound and gagged to a chair, grunting around the ball between her lips as what is very clearly you pounding away in her pussy with your cock.

You start to wonder what that might mean but you are jolted out of your thoughts as the crow squawks loudly. Harmony looks similarly jolted, face turning pale as she shivers in what looks like fear as she gasps, "You would not! How could you-- to the Kyrie's?!"

The image on the wall suddenly shifts to something new. Now the Harmony in the image is on her knees, once again naked and eyes wide as a large, dark haired man you have never seen before stands over her. He has hold of her hair and is forcefully jerking her head back and forth as he rocks his hips forward and back, driving his sizeable manhood in and out of her mouth and throat. Unlike the image with you, there is no sign of her being bound in any physical way and yet you cannot help but feel she is being restrained given her lack of struggles.

The crow squawks louder still, violently flapping its wings in place as it all but glares at Harmony. Once more, Harmony is cowed, looking down at the bed, sniffling once and replying to whatever message she was given, "I understand, Father. One way or the other, you will be pleased."

The crow nods its head and then, with little delay, flies back out the window and off into the night.

The image on the wall fades out as Harmony closes the window and then lays back on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. The image then reappears where she is looking but this time it is swapping back and forth between the scene of you fucking her restrained body and the one of the forceful blowjob by the unknown boy.

Your eyes widen as you see Harmony bite her lower lip, one hand going to cup one of her breasts as the other slides to the inside of her thighs. You are thrilled at the prospect of getting one hell of a peep show... but then suddenly the room starts to go dark and you feel yourself being pushed back out onto the cobblestone path, the door closing in your face before it shimmers and fades away from sight.

Figures. Dreams always do tend to end just as they get to the really good parts.