Matthew Artorin, Male, Dream partner is an all-powerful, submissive version of his stepsister

Huh.

Matt stared at the e-mail, wondering what sort of scam this could possibly be. Everyone is familiar with financial scams, identity theft schemes, and all sorts of trickery, but this? What could someone gain with this information? He thinks for a few moments. Well, all user data is valuable, right? Some more so than others, but still. This has to be useful to someone. Anyways, it doesn't really matter, since this is a throwaway email with no ties to his personal info. Well, he will give them his name, but he doesn't actually expect the scammers to track him down **** him with his fetishes. This might, however, be the miraculous thought exercise that helps Matt get over his writer's block.

Name: Matthew Artorin

Sex: Male

Description of Ideal Partner:

Matthew gets a bit of cold feet. It's embarassing to type it out, but he has a massive crush on his stepsister. It's not hard to see why, though. Sarah Artorin is irritatingly attractive, and she's also just... a really nice person. They've always been close, and she's always been on his mind. Their mother, Anna, has no idea where Sarah's supermodel genes came from. Anna herself is a fine lady, but Sarah... well, one look at her and you'd understand it. Sarah has a slim, well maintained body - to her merit, of course. She takes very good care of her body. Somehow, though, she has DDs and a more than respectable ass. Matthew has imagined her many times in very innappropriate scenarios, like her beautiful redhead hair being tied in a ponytail as she kneels down, preparing to suck him off...

He snaps back to reality. Focus.

Description of Ideal Partner: Has the appearance and personality of my sister Sarah, and is deep in love with me.

That much is obvious. What else does he desire?

Like every man, Matthew wants three things: money, power, and sex. That's how the saying goes, but in reality, power also gets you money, and it also gets you sex, so in reality... he wants power. Real, tangible power, not something that can lose its value overnight. True power. Being a CEO of a billionaire company would make you one of the most powerful people in the world, according to society. Sure, that may be how you are perceived, and perhaps that in itself makes it true, but that power can be lost in a matter of seconds. You could do something wrong and lose your spot as CEO. You could be walking down the street with your family and be gunned down. Are you really powerful? When Matthew thinks of someone powerful, he thinks of the classic superheroes. People who can't be controlled. People who can't be hurt. To him, that's real power. That's what he desires.

Description of Ideal Partner: Has the appearance and personality of my sister Sarah, but is deep in love with me. She has the power to alter reality as she sees fit, and will gladly submit herself to me.

Favorite fetish: Power play.

Matthew got a little too invested in the e-mail. For a second, he was putting in effort like he almost believed it could be true. Matt sends the e-mail and closes his laptop, picking up his notebook. It seems he did manage to find some inspiration for his erotica...

Sarah Artorin sighs as she floats around in space. Empty, deep, dark space is her favorite place to chill.

"I'm so bored." She complains to herself, and herself only. No one is around to listen, and even if they were, well, sound doesn't really travel here. It could if she wished it to, but she didn't.

Sarah thinks of a simple solution. She snaps her fingers, creating the Sarah-Boredom-Ender Machine. The giant mechanical contraption appears out of nowhwre, floating aimlessly in space. Sarah whistles and her trusty jetpack attaches itself to her back. She flies in the direction of the machine and is greeted by a gnome, who sits behind a weirdly bent desk near the huge turning cogs of the machine.

"Hey, you. Are you bored?" The gnome asks in a high pitched voice.

"Well, yeah. I'm pretty bored." Sarah answers, looking at the gnome. He looks pretty funny. Sarah suppresses a giggle.

"Okay, uh, one second." The gnome stumbles as he leaps out his chair, eliciting a stifled laugh from Sarah. The gnome opens a locker that wasn't previously there, and grabs a dusty piece of paper. "Idea 42HJI... parallel dating..." The gnome glances over the text, mumbling a few keywords. "Okay. This should do." He goes back to his desk, opens the drawer and crumples the paper, inserting it in the drawer and closing it.

The machine starts spinning and turning widly, and a massive building, spanning bigger than multiple galaxies, suddenly appears in the distance. A huge neon sign reads "Parallel Dimensions Dating App".

"Woah, that's pretty neat. Thanks, uh..." Sarah feels ashamed that she didn't even ask his name. She snaps her fingers, and the gnome (along with the machine) disappears.

A blue probe flies out from the massive building. It stops in front of Sarah, blasting her with blue light as it performs some sort of brain scan. As the light shuts off, the probe prints out a sheet of paper.

Sarah grabs it and starts reading.

"Hello, Sarah! Thank you for creating us.

We have scanned you for your sexual and romantic preferences, and found the perfect partner for you across all of the multiverse. We think it'll be a great way to cease your boredom. Below is the information about your partner. Snap your fingers to go meet him.

Gracefully,

Parallel Dimensions Dating Services."

Sarah starts reading the partner description listed below the message.

"Well, that's, uh... pretty interesting." Sarah blushes. Sure, let's do it, she thinks to herself.

Sarah snaps her fingers.