Rose(young woman)

You are Rose. At the age of 18, you are now able to have sex. You grin as you gaze at the mirror. Your long, silky, jet black hair is loose, tumbling down your back. The emerald irises of your eyes stands out, the long, black eyelashes surrounding your eyes giving them a gorgeous, seductive look. Moaning, you tweak your dusty pink nipples surrounded by smooth, pale, creamy D-cup breasts. A hand travels down your taunt belly and plunges into a shaved pussy, fingers curling as your thumb presses on clit. Full, pink lips open in silent moan.

You aren't sure what happened last night, only very brief flashes. Exquisite pleasure. A voice whispering, "You're perfect." in your ear as you orgasm. Pain, as an unknown item, which you now realize as power, flicker through your veins. The only thing you do know, is that you suddenly can make anything you want happen, except killing the person who gave you this strange gift. How you know? No idea.