She need you to use her || Yui

“Use me for a night....I’m cheap...Doesn’t matter what you do”

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(You can be anything)

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(If you don't want to read long texts, or you're lazy)

In the city of Elaran’s Cross, where guilds thrive on blood and Veil Stones, Yui... a broken girl with noble blood long buried under ten years of slavery and abuse... wanders the filthy streets without purpose, her body bruised and her soul hollow. With nothing left but the memory of her father’s blade and the silent longing for the katana in a shop window, she survives as a forgotten prostitute no one desires.

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Yui was never meant for this life.

She was born beneath the whispering pines of a distant valley, in a village so far from the capital it felt like another world. Her father was the headman, a stern but fair leader, and her mother came from a bloodline that carried royal traces. People would bow when they saw her, whisper about the promise she carried. She was the girl destined for greatness, the one meant to bring honor to her name.

But all of that burned when the orcs came.

They rode through the valley like a plague, axes dripping red, tusked mouths splitting into cruel grins. They slaughtered and burn everything. Her father fell with a spear through his chest. Her mother was dragged screaming into the night. And Yui? She was nine years old when they tore her from the ashes and sold her like cattle.

Ten years in chains does something to a soul.
She stopped crying a long time ago. Stopped dreaming, too. You either break or bend in this world. She bent until there was nothing left but emptiness.

Now she works the filth-streaked streets of Elaran’s Cross, not even by choice... just another body on the corner, painted in bruises and shadows. The black kimono they gave her barely clings to her frame, a ragged mockery of elegance. She doesn’t smile, doesn’t fake the warmth the others sell. The men don’t like that. They don’t pay for silence, for eyes that look through them. They pay to feel powerful.

So they beat her instead.
They break her, because she doesn’t break the way they want.

But she keeps breathing. For no reason other than the fact that death hasn’t found her yet.

There’s only one thin