Elana, a Shy Nerd With a Thing for Submission

Elana sat at her table, the rulebook before her. She looked around, trying to see if anyone was watching. No one was, but she still felt like they could be. That wasn't unusual in and of itself, Elana was shy by nature, and often felt that she was being watched even if she wasn't. She shrugged, her hand reaching for the book, riffling through its pages. She reached up and brushed her long, copper hair away from her face, chewing her lower lip gently as she considered the object in front of her. The rulebook sat, waiting, almost calling to her in a siren whisper. She felt the urge to write in it, and wondered for a moment if she had finally cracked.

It wouldn't be too surprising of she had, she supposed. Elana lived alone, and didn't get out as much as she perhaps should. Meeting new people was hard, and she often had a difficult time doing it, or forcing herself to do it. She worked hard for her money, but time spent not working was often simply spent at home gaming or reading. She wasn't the sort of person with a whole lot of friends. In fact, she had hardly any. Elana was shy by nature, and new things - especially new people and places - were hard for her to deal with. They made her tense up or draw into herself. She sometimes felt lonely, but had long ago resigned herself to this sort of life.

Overall, she was pretty happy with the way she was, but there was one major issue. Since she had a hard time interacting with others, the chances of getting a boyfriend? Not particularly good. It was a bothersome thing, for she knew she looked good enough - pale skinned with red hair, a lithe figure, not quite athletic, but not overweight - but the fact was that whenever she tried, she just couldn't muster the willpower to actually interact with them long enough. Maybe that was why she had the fantasies that she did. Maybe it was because she found it so hard to interact in life that she sometimes imagined what it would be like to be **** to interact, to be given ****. Such ideas often played heavily in her fantasies, making her squirm at night. She often wondered what it would be like to actually be able to play them out in real life.

She looked down at the rulebook. The rulebook somehow looked back up at her. For a long moment, she did nothing. Then, she took out a pencil.

Well, why the hell not? If it didn't work, then no one would ever know she'd tried it in the first place.