Yes, why not? Something interesting might happen

You are not sure what has happened, but suddenly, you find yourself in a strange place. Everything is absolutely dark. You are in the middle of a circle of light. You can see the ground. Some light grey tone tiles. Outside of this, you can't see anything. Then you notice that you are naked. And for some reason, you don't mind. This place seems so familiar. The floor is warm and not hard at all. You feel save here.

You wander around in the light, but there is nothing to see. You try to reach out in the darkness, but something holds you back. You have no idea why, but the darkness outside the circle feels uncomfortable and sad. But you can't see anything there. It is just pure black darkness. You sigh and turn away from the border. Suddenly, when you turn around, you are not alone anymore. There is a comfy, red leather couch at the opposite of the circle. And a guy is sitting on it. He is handsome and threatening at the same time. His skin is slightly tanned and flawless. He wears a long, black coat and nothing under it. He shows his muscular chest and smiles at you. His brown hair is cut short, his eyes are red and his black pants are demolished. He remembers you to a romantic version of vampires.

“Hello, my child,” the guy says with a calm but sly voice that feels somehow familiar, “you look confused. Do you feel lost? Don't worry my dear. You are absolutely save here.”

“Where am I?” you ask and look around, but of course there is nothing to see, “is this ... is this a dream?”

“Yes it is,” the guy answers and smiles, “welcome to my humble estate. Where everything you imagine can become true. You just need to want it.”

“This feels so real,” you mumble, “I ... I would like to ... know you name. For starters.”

“You can call me whatever you want, my dear,” the guy says amused, “names are for lesser beings. But to make things more easy, how about you call me Drake. Do you mind if I call you Clare? Or do you prefer another name?”

“No, thank you, Clare is fine,” you reply not sure what to think about his strange comment, “do you by any chance have some clothes around. I feel a little underdressed.”

“Oh, my bad,” Drake says and giggles, “but honestly, can you blame me. You have such a delicate body. You developed so well. Allow me to fix this.”

Drake gets up. He looks at you a last time and snaps with his fingers. Suddenly some of the darkness around you begins to move. It crawls over to you and wraps around you. Suddenly it becomes tight and in the next moment, you wears a fantastic, dark dress. A mix of a black bra and several black leather belts with tiny, decorative silver chains on your your upper body and a skirt made of heavy, black fabric that goes almost to your knees. A mirror appears next to you out of nowhere and you admire yourself. You look absolutely sexy. Like a premium domina on a party.

“You see, this is the advantage of dreaming,” Drake says and walks around you like a wolf, “you can do this too, if you want. You can wear whatever you want. Do whatever you can imagine. With whoever you can imagine. Give it a try! Do it for me, please!”

You hesitate for a moment. This feels much to real to be just a dream. But you have no idea what else it is. And you see no reaso to deny his request. You want to start with something easy. But it should match the strange, dark atmosphere. You imagine a flower. A black rose. You are not exactly sure what to do, but you begin and carefully reach out for the darkness. And it seems to work. A thin string of darkness floats from the border of the circle to you. You are excited when it forms in your hand and suddenly turns into a real flower. A black rose with silver lines at it's top.

“Not bad, for a first try,” Drake says pleased and you feel him putting his arm around you, “no, not bad at all. You see you can do it.”

“It feels fantastic,” you say happy and don't mind his unasked approach a bit, “I never saw magic like this in school. Is this ... really a dream? It feels so real and clear.”

“Oh, yes it is,” Drake says smiling and gently takes your hand in his, “I can guarantee that you are in your room in the academy and sleep peacefully.”

“Then, why am I here?” you ask and enjoy his strong arms pulling you closer until your bodys caress each other, “I normally don't dream of things like this. Or about handsome bad guys. Not that I mind. It is just ... unusual”

“A good question,” Drake whispers and his lips are almost close enough to kiss them, “let's say I have a gift for you. Something I think you would like. Something I think a girl like you deserves.”

Drake snaps another time and the circle of light grows bigger. Something new appears and you have to suppress a small scream. There is a naked woman, tied up on some wooden construction. It looks like a cross. Her arms are tied in slings at the side bars, her neck is tied to the top bar and her feet are tied to the opposite. Another short piece of wood forces her lower belly upwards and so her ass is in the air while her tits are pressed on the center. The woman has brown hair, green eyes and is about your age. In fact, she is exactly two years older. You know this, because you know her.

Miriam Talcross, daughter of the lady knight of fortress iron flower and a, in her own words, fat but rich merchant. She is a bully. Your bully. When you arrived at the academy, she made sure you know her low opinion about a peasant daughter studying magic. In the first two months at the academy, she gave her best to make sure you feel unwelcome. Pranks, insults and throwing things at you were bad, but she also blamed you for things she did to get you in trouble. It was a hard time, but once you finished the basic teachings and were allowed to learn magic, you saw such fascinating things that her bullying was not important to you anymore. A fact that she was aware off and hated. It also helped that you spent more time with Luna. Since she was a higher nobles daughter, Miriam did not risked to go against you in her presence.

And when you were in the academy for about a year, she was caught by your friend Raka trying to smuggle some stolen **** in your room. This earned her only a day of work in the kitchen, but made the teachers aware of her true schemes. Over the last year, her bullying has reduced to giving sharky comments whenever she gets the chance. The teachers watch her closer now and both the director and her mother had a serious talk with her about her behavior. You mostly ignore her now. But you still get angry thinking about how easy she got away. Because she is a noble.

Miriam notices you too and starts to whimper, but you see she has a gag in her mouth. You are not sure, but she seems to be afraid. Maybe she is asking for your help. You have mixed feelings about this. She seems to be in pain and fear, which you feel sorry for. But she really caused you a lot of trouble and shitty days.

“You know her,” Drake says and hugs you from behind, “look at her! Helpless and humiliated like her usual victims. Pathetic coward. One time in a situation she can't bitch her way out and she almost pisses her pants in fear. If she would still have some of course. Don't you think this is the perfect opportunity to give her a taste of her own bitter medicine. Remember, this is a dream. you can do whatever you want, as long as you can imagine it. Beat her, hurt her, make her pay in every way you want. Be creative! You could imagine a huge minotaur fucking her until she cries sperm. Or you could burn her fat ass with hellfire. Whatever you want.”

“But ... I can't do this,” you say confused, “I can't just **** her, no matter what she did to me.”

“What do you mean?,” Drake asks and his fingers run gently over you curves which gives you a comfy shivering, “this is just a dream. You don't hurt her. Not really at least. Don't tell me you never even dream about ****. For all the nasty things she put you through on your first days in this academy. Stealing your books to get you in trouble with the library, skipping water over you to humiliate you in public, knocking your food on the floor and suggesting you to eat it like a pig. But now, she is the pig and she is all yours, for as long as you sleep. She is my gift to you. And I have many more of them. If you accept.”