Demon's Reverie

"In the obsidian depths of the Demon's Reverie, where shadows dance with forbidden desires, adversary and ally find exquisite confluence."

Before You Enter

1. This venue is strictly 21+ IC (In Character) and 18+ OOC (Out of Character).
2. Keep all OOC chat in parenthesis or brackets.
3. Refer to our guidelines before engaging in RP.
4. Treat others with courtesy, disrespectful conduct will not be tolerated.
5. ERP (Erotic Roleplay) must be kept to private areas of the venue, no exceptions.
6. Respect the privacy of others, what happens at Demon's Reverie stays here.
7. Do not bring characters that are disruptive to the immersion of other players.
8. Massively oversized characters, excessive VFX, and full nudity are not allowed.
9. Lalafell are welcome, however, outfits should be strictly SFW, and NSFW RP is forbidden.
10. Follow instructions from staff members at all times. Failure to comply may result in a ban.
11. Above all, enjoy your time here! We hope you make unforgettable memories!

WHAT OUR TAGS MEAN

By agreeing to the rules, you confirm you are at least 18 years of age.

Demon's Reverie

Dynamis | Cuchulainn | Goblet | Ward 11 | Plot 30Open every Wednesday from 9:00pm to 1:00am ESTSyncShell ID: DemonsReverie
SyncShell PW: LucidDreaming

▽ Venue Guidelines ▽

⦁ Our establishment is neutral ground. Please put your weapons away and keep any altercations outside of the venue.
⦁ All patrons must be 21+ in-character (IC) and 18+ out-of-character (OOC). Lalafell are welcome here in SFW clothing as long as they and their characters are of age.
⦁ You must compress your mare files before entering: Compression Guide
⦁ In the emote menu, turn off "Display Log Message" by unticking the box.
⦁ Please leave dismiss minions unless they are an accessibility tool for your character.
⦁ Full nudity and or erotic-roleplay (ERP) are not permitted outside of private rooms.
⦁ The private rooms are only available for escort clients or to rent. They are not available for public use. Please do not enter this area without staff or permission, you will be redirected by security.
⦁ Respect our staff and your fellow patrons. Leave all petty issues at the door, but please report and serious concerns to management!

▽ Roleplay Guidelines ▽

⦁ Remember, first and foremost, that roleplay (RP) is meant to be collaborative and fun for everyone!
⦁ Consent is a non-negotiable. Be 100% clear about your intentions and seek permission to engage in any mature themes with other roleplayers. Additionally, if responding to a request, communicate clearly to avoid any confusion!
⦁ You have absolute agency over your character's autonomy. This means other players cannot force anything on your character or your character's story without your permission.
⦁ Respect immersion, try to keep out-of-character (OOC) communication minimal or take it to tells or party chats.
⦁ Keep any public OOC chats in ((parenthesis)) or [[brackets]].
⦁ No God-Modding: Forcing an action upon another character or environment. You may only say what your character is doing, not what the other characters are reacting or feeling.
⦁ No Meta-Gaming: Using OOC information in-character (IC)
⦁ No Power Gaming: Overpowered or god-like abilities being used in a way that takes from the RP. (You can have god-like abilities, but you may not use those powers in this setting.)
⦁ No Bleeding: Letting IC feelings during RP affect OOC interactions.
⦁ Do not RP as yourself or an idealized version of yourself.
⦁ Role playing is not a dating sim or way to hook up. Any character relationships are IC only between involved parties.
⦁ Try to adhere to the lore so everyone is on the same page and in the same world. (Characters with exotic lore are allowed, as long as their existence can be explained within the boundaries of the FFXIV world).
⦁ Don't wrap your ego around your character. It's fine to have a character with a strong personality, but if you're unable to roleplay character flaws, you're limiting yourself. Have fun telling a story, this is not a competition to win.
⦁ Communication is key! If you don't like something in RP, communicate it with those you're roleplaying with. Even if you think you may be over-communicating, communicate still.

▽ Roleplay Vocabulary ▽

⦁ RPRoleplay; the act of creating a story with at least one other person on a forum, in a chat room, etc.
⦁ RPerRoleplayer; a person who roleplays.
⦁ ICIn Character; a post made by an RPer that is using their characters.
⦁ OOCOut Of Character; a post made just discussing the RP when not in character
⦁ OCOriginal Character; this is a character that can be played for a fan based RP or any RP really. This is a character you create from scratch rather than playing a pre-existing character from other media.
⦁ WOLWarrior of Light; In general, most people will not use the main story quest (MSQ) or WOL storyline as their OC’s storyline or background when roleplaying with others. Similarly, many canon MSQ characters and events are simply not directly mentioned or referenced (to avoid spoilers). The line is somewhat fuzzy, but the WoL is the protagonist of the MSQ, which everyone shares. However, your OC is the protagonist of their own story, which is personal to them. As you RP with your OC, you are creating and crafting their journey in the world of FFXIV.
⦁ WU/T, WU, or WU/T FriendlyFor people who have these in their search info, it means they are open to ‘Walk-Up’ RP. They consent to characters walking up to them to begin an in-character interaction. For WU/T this means it is expected to take place in /tell, hence /T. For WU this means it is okay to walk up and engage in RP outside of tells.
⦁ ERPErotic Roleplay; Roleplay that contains explicit sexual or other promiscuous themes with other consenting adult roleplayers.
⦁ MRPMature Roleplay; denotes content that contains age-restricted adult themes such as drug use, criminal activities, violence, or other dark and mature topics. This may include ERP, however, that is usually stated separately.
⦁ Carrd Many players have a website with their lore, background, or character stories. This is unnecessary, but fun!
⦁ Multi-paraRefers to using multiple paragraphs in a row during an interaction.
⦁ RP HeavyVenue patrons and staff alike have a higher level of dedication toward role-playing stories based on lore. Boundaries and rules of that lore are also taken into high consideration. Venues that are RP Heavy may have specific themes and rules and it is highly advised to review their website or ask the staff questions OOC.
⦁ RP LiteRP lite environments are beginner friendly and do not actually require you to RP in them! RP interactions are not necessarily long sessions but may have some improvised actions like drinking a beverage using a custom emote. Lore is not heavily weighted in these settings so don’t worry about a backstory!
⦁ "quotations"Are used to indicate character dialogue.
⦁ Character Name verbIs used to indicate and action. this is also done with /em (ex: Character Name looked around the room. Typed as: /em looked around the room.)
⦁ (parenthesis) or [brackets] Used for OOC communication.
⦁ >>When you see this at the end of a message it indicates that the player is not finished with their action and has at least one more paragraph.
⦁ 1/*When you see this at the end of a message it indicates that the player's full interaction is broken into multiple paragraphs and * tells you how many. (ex: 1/3)

▽ Roleplay Resources ▽

This list is intended to help you with crafting your role play and understand the world we are playing in. We will update it with more resources as we find or create them!

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DEMON'S REVERIE

Amidst the glancing gaze of the observing masses, Demon's Reverie maintains the anodyne guise of a welcoming speakeasy. Keeping its doors open to any merely seeking respite in the eve of an arduous day, or for those looking to meld into the shadows of a quieted evening. The Reverie offers an array of exotic drinks, quiet music, and enticing escorts to its patrons. However, underneath the gilded surface of the establishment lurks an immense hidden network of individuals dedicated to catching the vagrant dreams of those who desire change.

DEMON'S REVERIE MEMOiR

by
DANiKA HArROW

11th Day of the Third Astral Moon      Rain collided with cobblestone under the lamplight of a dreary evening along the winding streets of Thanalan’s Goblet district. A soft amber glow radiated off the slick stone, illuminating the face of a tall au’ra woman sporting inky black hair tied into a messy ponytail. The fur collar of her leather coat draped over her shoulders, soaked by the rain. She looked down the street, though her intrepid blind gaze remained unaffixed, her mind awash with a tempest of thought and a fleeting hope as if she were on borrowed time.
      The creak of a wooden door against stone hinges pierced the noise of the rain through the otherwise silent night and a hooded midlander woman wearing sultry dark makeup peered from beyond the periphery of the passage, and in a hushed but firm voice spoke to the au’ra, “Draezha, The Confluence awaits.”
      She looked in the direction of the voice, lightly dragging the toe of her boot across the stone for only a moment to mind her footing as she padded to the door and ducked her head inside. The soft soles of her worn boots whimpered against the marbled floor as she stepped in and pursued the woman on her immediate left down two flights of stairs, interrupted by a hairpin landing. Upon reaching the bottom floor, she stared into the full room of a well-dressed mob lounging and speaking quietly to each other.
      The midlander gently caressed her wrist, “I’m here, come with me.”
      Drae’s cloudy eyes peered down at the midlander, as if she were observing her while she obsequiously followed the beckon. She was led to the far side of the room and sat at a round booth tucked away in an alcove with a sturdy wooden table between her and the other seated there. A midlander male, from what she could tell, looked up at her from under the brim of a molded bowler hat, not bothering to adjust the crane of his neck, “I’ve acquired the property ya asked for, miss…”
      “Draezha,” She curtly replied.
      “Unfortunately, lass, the place was run down when we searched it. The documentation forgery was difficult to attain for a condemned lot, I’m sure ya can imagine. It’ll cost ya extra for the effort.” He clicked his tongue, “No pay, no key.”
      “A shame about the state of it, my informant must have had outdated information. The cost is of no concern.”
    “Are ya sure about that, lass? Forgive mine assumptions, but ya don’t look the part of one carrying a lot of gil.”
      “Intentional,” she stated with bold surety before heaving a leather bag up on the table, unhitching the flap to reveal a small sea of gil that marginally spilled out. The man raised his head then, the glint of the gil catching his eye in the smokey den.
      “Danika, get over here and count, ‘fore I kick ya to the curb again ya fuckin addict.” He turned, beckoning the hooded woman from earlier.
      “Yes sir, on it,” Danika replied, swiftly slipping into the booth beside him and she began counting the gil, charting it in the ledger she carried with her.
      As the soft metal notes of the coins filled the air, Danika meticulously focused on her task, the man turned back to her. “What’s your plan, lass?”
      “I need to start fresh, but I have ambitions. I’m tired of working streets and living as a vagabond, Richter. I want to see the stalks of my efforts flourish so I may have some essence of normativity.” Her eyes, half lidded, scrutinized him, “I have a plan to use that decrepit rubbish you’re handing over to me to attain that. Since it will take me some time to obtain the means to realize the manifestation of my dream,” she emphasized, “I will be playing a little trick. That bitch demon trying to take me? I’ve bound her temporarily with the help of a dragon. Her power is mine to toy with for now.” She pulled a cigar from her jacket and lit it with a match before continuing, “She is a dream-eater demon; I’m going to use that to create something rather intriguing, Richter,” calling his name with a venomous trill.
      His eyes widened as she spoke, realizing the scope of the woman that sat before him, Richter asked with a vapid tone despite his expression, “And what exactly does that entail?”
      She took a pull from the cigar, a puff of thick smoke rising from her black-stained lips, “An illusion to lure people into the maw of a quiet trap… You see, I’m on borrowed time. This binding will only hold for so long. I need to gather enough aether to confront the demon before time runs out. However, the more aether I gather, the stronger she gets, and the less steady the binding becomes.” She tapped the cigar on the edge of the wooden ash tray, “It’s a reckless plan, but it’s all I’ve got right now. As for how I confront the demon with that excess aether, that is still to be determined. I will likely need to find someone to help me. I’m going to count on you and your eyes to help me find that someone. Of course… as per the usual, I will pay my dues, so don’t get your suspenders crooked.”
      He eyed her for a moment, “It’s far from reckless, lass, it’s downright mad, but I’m a man of business so far be it for me to pass judgement on ya.”
      “I’m glad to hear you’re on for it.”Not wasting any time, Drae made her way to the condemned building to inspect it herself. Upon only a passing glance as she approached, she could tell this plan of hers would take a monumental effort to execute. She would need to hire on some constituents for it. The dower structure loomed over the edge of the cliffside, windows boarded up, rotted dying grass in its shadow.
      She made her way around the back of the building, the dry grass crunching against her boots. The rain had stopped, and the air was filled with a crisp scent to accompany the gloom of the night. Nestled in the black shade were two boulders stacked atop each other just high enough to peer over the cliffside fence into the clearing night sky. Stars peeked through and moonlight licked the land in silver as she waited, pondering over the cliff at the silhouettes of the mountainous horizon. After a while of watching the sky clear, she climbed atop the natural throne and sat squarely, the scrape of her clothes against the coarse surface pilfering the silence for a moment. She breathed deep until her lungs strained against the weight, followed by a slow and measured exhale as she began to meditate on the demon’s presence, calling to it.
      In her mind, she envisioned beautiful eastern architecture, lush grass, and vibrant exotic trees. Allowing her mind to venture within the dilapidated building between the slats that tightly embraced the dusty windows, she painted a picture of a brilliant nightclub full of soft pinks. Something akin to a Cabaret; The Cabaret of Dreams.The eerie dream shimmered to life in her shattered sight, crafted of aether, she could see it clearly, unlike the mundane accompaniment of her usual obsidian perception adorned with only brief fleeting visions of aether. She trekked inside the empty building and down to the old dusty workshop in the basement. There were several large crystals propped up on stands near the rear depths of the dark room. In front of them, there was one smaller stand housing a smaller dark aetheryte crystal. Her gaze fixated on its glowing essence as it radiated, illuminating the room. It was housing for the demon, the very same one the dragon’s eye helped her bind. She spoke out loud to herself in the empty room, “Everything is ready, now I just need to attract the flies into the snare and bide my time until I have the means to conquer you.”
      Another voice spoke up in her mind, “You can try all you want, Draezha, but that dragon’s eye will not keep me for long, and the more aether you harvest, the more powerful I get; a race against time itself. Do you really believe you can resist my will for long enough? You’re nothing but a lost mortal girl who could never dream of wielding the power of an elder voidsent.”
      “You speak as if I have a choice, fiend. I will not succumb to you so easily. You may have found it amusing to terrorize the people of my village and gleefully reaped the rewards of this contract, but I will not go down without a fight. I will have my vengeance, even if any hope of returning to my former life has perished for years.”
      “So bold, mortal! It’s so precious, so cute, it thinks it has teeth to bite with! No matter, your soul will be mine in due time, scramble and skitter along as much as you wish, like a mouse trapped under the gaze of a hawk.”
      “You will never understand the fire of a mortal heart; you don’t have to abide the throes of entropy, demon… Begone, I have had enough of your monologuing.”
      She turned, making her way to the workshop entrance when she spotted a glint of aether squirreled away in the corner of her vision and her boots rooted to the iron grating with a soft clang, “I see you… come out, I won’t hurt you.”
      The woman who had greeted her at Richter’s place stepped from the shadows and placed herself in front of Drae, quietly awaiting her expected admonishment for stalking the xaela.
      “State your name and business.”
    She spoke up in response to the tall, powerfully built woman before her, “Danika, ma’am. I greeted you at Richter’s, I am a member of The Confluence.”
      “Is that so? Stalking me to gather information for that snake, are we?”
      “No ma’am… but I noticed how Richter went cold when you spoke to him. He has his tells. I overheard your half of the conversation you had just now, I don’t know what you’re planning, but if I had to make my wagers, I’d bet whatever you have going on is far beyond the reach of what Richter might imagine.”
      Drae eyed her carefully, “And how, pray tell, does that play into your interest here? What do you seek? Speak plainly.”
      “I tire of how he treats me, ma’am. He yells at me and beats me. If I may be bold to claim, you merely seem like the bigger wolf on the street, and I was hoping to defect, were it be that you aren’t as monstrous as him.”
      The xaela grinned at the woman, her smile as devilish as her looks, “No, perhaps I am no monster like he is, but I am a monster all the same, aren’t I?”
      “That is yet to be seen, ma’am. You could have stricken me down with ease, judging by your appearance, yet you have deigned to entertain me.”
      “Astute, but how am I to know you will be loyal if you’d so easily betray him.”
      “I will give you access to his ledger, he leaves it in my possession, foolishly believing that I am loyal to him. If you don’t treat me the way that asshole does, I’d happily walk in your shadow, ma’am. I’d like to learn from you. You always seemed to be one of the most capable brokers in The Confluence.”
      “That still doesn’t assure your loyalty, but how about I make you a deal? That is… if you’re not one to shy away from doing something terrible in the name of the greater good.”
      “I will hear you ma’am.”
      “For the next few months, I will be running this place, collecting aether as you heard. During that time, I want you to give me a constant feed of information from Richter, then I want you to eliminate him. How you do that, is up to you, and please… spare me the details. When the time comes, you will know.”
      Danika’s eyes widened at the request and her mouth hung ajar as if to protest, but then she said, “It will be done. The Confluence awaits.”
      Drae offered her a warm smile, “The Confluence awaits.”

30th Day of the Second Astral MoonScrawled into a blank page of the worn leather-bound ledger:      Months passed, just as planned, almost a year, to be exact. I watched as miss Draezha worked, how she would draw crowds of people in, luring unsuspecting individuals into dark rooms and her courtesans followed suit. Over time, I could tell her grasp on that demon within her was weakening. Her actions became more hurried, her interactions with others became shorter, she spent more and more time hidden away in the dark shadows of the workshop in the basement of The Cabaret of Dreams.
      Yesterday, she vanished, and the delicate illusion of The Cabaret of Dreams fell to pieces, and once again, this decrepit old building returned to its true form. I trailed her for a while into the depths of The Black Shroud, but I lost track of her. About midday today I spotted her sneaking into the workshop again. She looked different, something happened. I followed her down into the workshop, but I stopped at the door, crouching down and hiding beneath the large desk just to the right. I watched as she screamed, holding these strange new horns that protruded from her head. She didn’t look like a xaela anymore, but she didn’t look like a voidsent either. She grabbed the small crystal off the spire housing and smashed it against the ground, staring at it for many long moments, her breathing heaving from her chest in what can only be described as restrained rage. Then her attention snapped onto me, and she stared at me, not saying a word. Her visage was horrifying, I felt my breath arrest and my heart rate climb, something had gone wrong.
      She stormed over to the door of the workshop and halted with her hand resting on the handle, her attention not returning to me. Blackened strange scales glistened in the dim light as she spoke, “You know what to do,” then left the workshop.
      I felt my lungs jolt back to life; my heart was pounding against my ribcage. For a moment, I thought the demon had won, but it appeared I was incorrect in my assumptions. Still, I couldn’t calm myself. I knew what was asked of me, but it chilled me to the bone, even as I returned to Richter’s side, and he once again scolded me for a reason I missed amidst the wrathful storm in my mind.

32nd Day of the Second Astral MoonDrae watched from the corner of the dark, smokey lounge as Danika met with Richter and one of his clients. Her mind was clearly elsewhere, her figure stiff, her feathered pen not moving with the vigor and zeal it would otherwise. Richter shouted, “Did ya get that Dani? Ya best get your head out of the clouds, lass or I’ll put it in a grave.”
      “Yes sir, I’m sorry.”
      His eyes narrowed and his lip curled, and he grit his teeth, “Stop being so sheepish, girl, I’m sick of ya whimpering.”
      Danika stood up, slamming her hands and the ledger against the table, “You don’t have to talk to me like I’m the trash you plan to take out when I wait on your disgusting ass every fucking day!”
      Richter’s expression turned livid, and his face boiled red hot as he practically lept over the table and grabbed Danika by her neck, dragging her out onto the floor. Many of the guests gasped and squealed at the sight and began to leave, “Look what ya did, ya bloody scared the guests you little fucking rat.” His balled fist struck her, several times over before he suddenly went limp and fell to the floor on his side, the sheen of a stiletto dagger peered out from his gut. Danika screamed, “Fuck you, Richter! Fuck you, you fucking pig! Choke on your blood, it might improve the taste of your mouth, you sick fuck!”
      At this point, the room had emptied of almost everyone except Drae calmly lurking in the milky shadows of the room. Danika stood and spit blood on Richter’s shocked and dying form, her breathing escalating to rapid shallow huffs as she started to sob. Then, Drae’s arms wrapped around her, holding her in an embrace, “You’re okay, breathe with me.” Slowly, Danika’s breathing steadied as she made her best attempt to match Drae’s long measured breaths. The xaela chimed again with a soft raspy voice, “He can’t hurt you anymore, Dani. You’re safe with me.”
      “I just couldn’t take it anymore, miss Drae, all I ever wanted was to belong to something. Please, take me from here, I’ll send a message to The Confluence that you’re the new maestra. I just don’t want to be here anymore.”
      “Grab the ledger.” Drae said before she let out a sharp whistle and a darkly shrouded au’ra glided from the staircase into the lounge, pouring oil alongside her and around the room, stopping near the center to light a match and drop it on the trail of oil. Within moments, the room became an inferno, and Drae escorted Danika from what would soon be nothing more than smoldering embers.
      “I’m taking you to my home, you can rest there. We have much to do, but you need time to heal. Let me take care of things for a while, and you busy yourself with something else to ease your mind.”
      “Yes, miss Drae.” Danika softly whispered, just loud enough to still be heard.

12th Day of the Third Astral MoonWithin a month, Drae had managed to coordinate a contract builder to refurbish the old building into a gloomy speakeasy. As her and Danika stood, looking over the finished establishment, Drae turned to Danika and said, “It will be called Demon’s Reverie, in homage to The Cabaret of Dreams. It is here that we shall make the primary base of operations for The Confluence.”
      “What is your plan with The Confluence, Drae?”
      “I want to expand it, I tire of this illicit business, we could do so much more working with myriad clientele, don’t you think?”
      “Aren’t you worried about causing conflict between the different factions of Eorzea?”
      “No, we will only work to facilitate that which is already going to happen. Think of it as a catalyst.”
      “I see, how do you plan to make those connections? As far as I am aware, military, and politicians wouldn’t deign to work with people like us.”
      “I’ve been reviewing the ledger, Richter had quite a few details on some interesting people, people who would have otherwise been victims to his heinous deeds. That information has proven most useful. You see, people that are problems for people like Richter are people with valuable skills, I plan to make them an offer. I’ve glamoured several letters…” She reached into her bag and retrieved one, sealed in a black envelope with a strange triangular dream catcher wax seal, “The rest of these are in the workshop as well as a list of marks. Deliver them for me, the recipients will be directed to meet here.”
      “How will you cover your tracks, working with parchment?”
      “The glamour is the writing within, a short duration after it has been opened, the letters will fade away, and they will be left with nothing more than a blank scrap of parchment.”
      “Brilliant…”
      “I’ve told you; flattery will not beget you anything, Dani.”
      “Yeah, yeah… Hey, Drae?”
      “Yes?”
      “Thanks for all this.”
      “I’d rather help people than hurt them.”
      Danika hummed in response, before galloping to the workshop inside.

DEMON'S REVERIE ARCHiVES

THE CONFLUENCE

Originally formed as an organization that worked exclusively with illicit entities, The Confluence has since expanded under new oversight to include individuals and organizations with vastly varying motives. By allowing their presence to exist within the shadow of a conspicuous establishment and keeping its members hidden in plain sight, it makes the conduct of the network almost impossible to pin. This prevents the network from having to limit who it works with in the way of traditional information brokerage.The distinction of being involved within a full spectrum of varying ethics sets it apart from being an illicit establishment and carves its goals in the grey of moral alignment. With no grandiose motive to change the world, the network does not associate itself directly with any organization and strictly maintains an unbiased and neutral stance on world events throughout Eorzea.Members of The Confluence have access to a cloaked information trading network accessible only through modified tomestones. This allows members to communicate with one another indirectly and swiftly, preventing observers from connecting any member of the network to another.It is rumored that the privilege of joining The Confluence belongs only to those who receive a spellbound black envelope sealed by purple wax adorned with a sigil that resembles an inverted triangular dreamcatcher. Once the recipient receives the letter, they are directed to meet a contact. Beyond this swirling rumor, it is unknown how anyone may draw the attention of The Confluence.

▽ THE BAR ▽

Whispers linger in the shadows. Secrets dance in the dim light where the night holds its breath.Presenting cocktails as potent as the mysteries they conceal. Each drink a story untold, each flavor a hidden passage to a world beyond the ordinary. More than just a bar, it's an experience. The Reverie's bar delivers something beyond a theriac for parched thirst, but something to quench curiosity and lift spirits. Intriguing clientele, unforgettable ambiance, and drinks that reveal more than you expect...The Demon's Kiss upon the rim of a polished glass furnishes the recipient with a key to the unknown, or a repository for rumors abound.

▽ ESCORT SERVICE ▽

Are you burdened by the relentless glare of the world? Do you long for a place of quietude, where an escort's gentle embrace offers respite, or perhaps relief from your most devious desires? Demon's Reverie is more than just a place; it is a feeling: The gentle hush of twilight and the comforting weight of darkness.A sauntering figure to unbind the ache of need in a refuge of dusk, tempting the senses with a smoldering caress.The Reverie's escorts bless its hazy atmosphere with a presence that allures the craving of its denizens. Each wisp of smoke in the ambience is a beckoning tendril to arrest the attention of those in pursuit of delectation.

Mistress

Draezha Serimosa

• Owner
• Information Broker
• Escort
• Photographer
• Networking

▽ INFORMATION BROKERS ▽

Beatrice Renoux

Indica Kieran

Raiza Ku'ku

• Manager
• Bartender

• Manager
• Photographer
• Host

• Bodyguard / Manager
• Photographer
• Escort

Veifa Kvelja

Wulfleia Brynjulf

Danika Harrow

• Manager
• Runner
• Host

• Madame / Manager
• Escort
• Host

• Archivist
• Keeper
• Assistant

▽ REVERIE STAFF ▽

Elluumii Nuttes

Goth Latte

Hisada Aurum

• Bartender
• Host

• Photographer

• Security
• Bartender

Isak Jökull

Jack Qestir

Lia Pendragon

• Bartender

• Host

• Security

Lixue Eltanin

Luna Izumi

Nya'talia Ripclaw

• Escort
• Host

• Escort
• Host

• Stage Director
• Entertainer

Rhen Albrecht

Seyhanine Aeris

Valisari Hvassvithri

• Security
• Bartender

• Host
• Escort

• Photographer
• Bartender

♡ Escorts ♡

Please note that not all escorts are listed below

Calah Reyna

Draezha Serimosa

Este Kokkonen

Kaya Abbysgard

Lirio Moonshine

Raizel Eltanin

Luna Izumi

Maya Verndari

Raiza Ku'ku

Seyhanine Aeris

Veifa Kvelja

Wulfleia Brynjulf

▽ Private Rooms ▽

Rooms are available to rent at 500k/hr depending on availability.
Contact the mistress or one of the hosts to inquire.DO NOT ENTER A ROOM WITHOUT STAFF OR PERMISSION

R01: Drae's Office

R02: Shadow Refuge

R03: Void Chapel

R05: Mystic Study

R07: Hannish Retreat

R11: Rainy Attic

▽ VIP Information ▽

Monthly Benefactor - 5 mil
• Access to The Confluence network (IC CWLS)
• Vote on our weekly RP hooks
• 1 free photo from one of our staff
• 1 free hour with a willing escort of your choice
• Access to VIP role & section on discord
• Access to VIP sync shellAnnual Benefactor - 25 mil
• Access to The Confluence network (IC CWLS)
• Vote on our weekly RP hooks
• 2 free photos from one of our staff per month
• 2 free hours with a willing escort of your choice per month
• 1 month of your character featured on our carrd (picture & story)
• Access to VIP role & section on discord
• Access to VIP sync shellLifetime Benefactor - 50 mil
• Access to The Confluence network (IC CWLS)
• Vote on our weekly RP hooks
• 3 free photos from one of our staff per month
• 3 free hours with a willing escort of your choice per month
• 2 months of your character featured on our carrd (picture & story)
• Access to VIP role & section on discord
• Access to VIP sync shell
• Listed on the carrd as a lifetime benefactorPlease direct all VIP inquiry to Raiza Ku'ku or Draezha Serimosa
either in-game during venue hours or through discord DMsDisclaimer: VIP is non-refundable and we reserve the right to revoke VIP status any time at our discretion in the event that any issues arise.

♡ Our Lifetime Benefactors ♡

• Kin Kay
• Pelican Darkflame
• Y'vlaine Mondschein

• Zelah Meffhee
• Pharos Dusklight

Draezha Serimosa

Age: 32
Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Sexual Preference: Any/Switch
Off-Limits: Bodily Waste, Ageplay, Extreme Violence, DeathSERVICES & RATES:
• (SFW) Companion: 500k/hr
• (SFW) Confidant: 750k/hr
• (NSFW) Erotica: 1 mil/hr
• Additional: SFW Session Gpose - 300k
• Additional: NSFW Session Gpose - 600k
• Overtime: Rates DoubledG-POSE SERVICES & RATES
• SFW Poses: 300k/pose
• NSFW Poses: 600k/poseNotice: All interaction is in-character only. I round time and take payment for the first hour up-front, payment for subsequent hours is collected after session. Time is paused for disconnects or unexpected AFK's. Animations only upon request, please know what you want if you ask for animations.ABOUT: Drae is a professional confidant, information broker, and escort. Not often seen in the public without a bodyguard beyond the closed doors of populated establishments, Drae has an eye for intimacy and a passion for deep conversation late into the night. She will take you into her arms and listen to your woes with full confidentiality, trade information with uncompromising discretion, offer accompaniment, or wash away your burdens with exquisite pleasure.BACKGROUND: The elusive maestra of The Confluence, Drae maintains a subtle involvement with the network's activities. Her past is shrouded in mystery, but for those who have had the opportunity to interact with her, it's known she was once a shaman for the Mol tribe in the Azim Steppe. How she grew apart from that life remains under meticulous discretion. She spends most of her time interacting with various different colourful individuals, her network and influence growing like the sprawling roots of an ancient tree. Whatever motives she may have lack connection to one another, leaving her intent submerged beneath an indecipherable veil. In a breath, she may seem nefarious, only to pave way for benevolence.

"In the depths of her mind, where the dusk resides. She weaves tales of dread; of cosmic despair."

Luna Izumi

Age: 29
Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Specialty Kinks: Sleep Play, Breeding, Public Use, Oral, Casual Nudity/Sex.
Off Limits: Vore, Multilation, Scat. If not listed, ask.SERVICES & RATES
• SFW: Free on main floor, 250k/hr in private
• NSFW/ERP: 500k/hr
• Buyout/Any service: 2 million! Will stay after if need be, or schedule outside workABOUT: A Captain in the Immortal Flames, and always looking for a bit of fun on her off time. Luna is usually laidback, a bit shy at times, and can be strict when need be. Her idea of fun is nights on the town, and helping out as many people as she can with their "problems". Be it an adventure, or someone just a bit lonely.BACKGROUND: She has lived in Eorzea since the Moon fell, and has been adjusting to life here ever since. From a weak healer to Commander of her own Task Force, she's seen quite a bit of the world and what it has to offer. With all that stress, she turned to outside help for relief and enjoyment. Job has its perks in the end.

Calah Reyna

Age: 23
Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Specialties: DD/LG, CNC, Breeding, Sub, Group
Off Limits: Vore, Violence (rough is okay), Scat/WatersportsSERVICES & RATES
• SFW: 250k/hr
• NSFW/ERP: 500k/hr
• Buyout/Any service: 2 millionABOUT: An adventurer and explorer with a high drive for excitement, Calah loves meeting new people and experiencing new things. Fun loving and energetic, always happy to chat up a new person or spend the night cuddled in bed.BACKGROUND: Most of her life was spent amidst a harsh military occupation and subsequent conscription that had taught her a number of skills. Some she'd moved away from once free, but others she still put to good use. Always listening, always watching, and with a cunning mind belied by her carefree countenance, she now put those skills to use as well as others for a new employer.

Kaya Abbysgard

Age: 29
Gender/Pronouns: She/her
Sexual Preference: Bisexual
Off-Limits: Scat, Gore, Rape, Zoophilia, Age play, Etc (Ask)LINKS
• Kink ListSERVICES & RATES
• (SFW) Companion: 600k/hr
• (NSFW) Companion: 1mil/hrABOUT: Kaya is highlander born and raised at the lands of Dravania, she grew up surrounded by monsters and wyverns, eventualy learning how to deal with this kind of creature, be it slaying or some other ways. When she grew older, the woman got to Ishgard, where she began her training as a dragoon, becoming one of the greatest of then. But the work and some past errors left some deep scars, nowadays, she just likes to have some fun, be it fighting, eating, slaying monsters or with a patron. Due to her past and connections, she got involved with the Reverie, and now it is now one of the many "battlefields" she attends.

Wulfleia Brynjulf

Age: Unknown, physically 28
Gender: Female/Female+ (Partner Preference)
Pronouns: She/Her/They/Them
Sexual Preference: Female-leaning Bisexual
Demeanor: Flirty and playful dom-leaning switch
Specialties: Dominance, Pet Play, Foreplay, Breeding, Ask me for more~
Off Limits: Vore, Scat, Death, Extreme Violence, Age Play, (The usual suspects). If not listed, ask for details/consent.SERVICES & RATES
• SFW RP: Free on main floor, 500k/hr Private
• Confidant: 500k/hr
• NSFW ERP: 1 mil/hr
• Personal Date/Arm Candy: 500k/hr
• Buyout(Any Service): 5 milABOUT: Wulfleia Brynjulf and her past are not on the same page. She is still learning herself about what life was like back when she was first formed. Memory loss and mental blocks have made it hard to uncover these secrets, but this has not stopped her from living life to its fullest. Endearing to her friends and lovers, Wulf, an affectionate nickname used by those who know her best. She strives to bring joy and ecstasy to all of her partners and companions. Either through little acts of affection or dominant portrayals of lust, Wulf has earned her place as Madam of the Demon's Reverie. She will fiercely defend her escorts and will not tolerate disrespect. Be kind, honest, and confident if you want to catch her gaze, but do not let her outer projection of authority fool you, for underneath is a soft, warm, and welcoming hound eager to put a smile on those lips. Fair warning to all: She likes to bite... ♥

Isak Jökull

Age: 135
Gender: Cis Male
Orientation: Pansexual
Services Offered/Kinks: Top leaning switch open to just about everything.
Off-Limits: Gore, Perma DeathSERVICES & RATES
• SFW: 500k/hr
• NSFW: 1 mil/hr
• Group Rates: 20% off/hrPERSONALITY: A goofy and flirtatious himbo with strong older brother energy.ABOUT: Isak is a goofy, flirtatious jackalope who comes first from The Dalvalan Grath like his sister before moving to Doma. While his Doman and Vieran are flawless his Eorzean could use some work. He is a simple, kind, and warm hearted soul who can show anyone and everyone a good time, should that be flirting on the dance floor or something a little more intimate in bed. Don't let his height scare you off from this lovely encounter.

Maya Verndari

Age: 25
Species: Voidsent/Arachne
Gender: Cis Female
Orientation: Femme-leaning Pansexual
Services Offered/Kinks: A switch with a Top/Dom lean who is open to most anything you can think of.
Off-Limits: Heavy Gore, Perma DeathSERVICES & RATES
• SFW: 500k/hr
• NSFW: 1 mil/hr
• Group Rates: 20% off/hrPERSONALITY: Playful and silly most of the time but sly and sultry when she's on the hunt.ABOUT: A cross between succubi and a jackalope turned spider goddess, Maya is quite the unique sight with her eight eyes and several legs she's the perfect choice to keep you warm and snug all night long. She's always looking for a willing meal to lure into her webs for a good time.BACKGROUND: Ever since Lady Arachne granted Maya her abilities she had a tendency to stick to the shadows and hide away. She did what she could to get by and even thrived within the Eorzean nightlife. During the day she used her newfound abilities to rid the streets of unwanted thugs and criminals and she got rather good at it. Good enough to draw the attention of a certain organization that would gladly utilize both her strengths and her charms.

Este Kokkonen

Age: 27
Gender & Pronouns: F/F+ (Partner's choice) (She/her)
Sexual Preferences: Pansexual, sub leaning switch.
Specialties: GFE, Companionship, Long Sessions
Off Limits: Very few if any -- Extreme violence, permanent character alterations, scat. Please ask in advance if you are unsure.SERVICES & RATES
• SFW (Non-RP) Companionship: 300k/hr
Your average conversations and hang-outs. Not strictly OOC, not strictly roleplay.
• SFW Companionship: 500k/hr
Anything from in-character cuddles to confidant services.
• NSFW ERP: 750k/hr
• GFE Companionship: 1 mil/hr (Includes NSFW)
Ranging from flirting, ERP, to something as out there as playing another game together. This is the quintessential "Buy my attention out, largely undivided."
• Overtime/After-hours: Rates doubled - Availability varies. Feel free to send a DM on Discord, preferably, for after-hours.Notice: While the broader spectrum of GFE interactions can, by their nature, leave the realm of in-character roleplay, these kinds of interactions are entirely at the discretion of myself and will largely vary based on chemistry between the client and myself. I will maintain my autonomy, but I am very easy going.ABOUT: Shy to a fault, but at a desperate point in her life, this puppy girl somehow one day found herself stumbling through the doors of the Cabaret of Dreams, a long way from her home. Captivated by the environment, she'd spend her days as a wallflower until one day the allure of the Mistress caught her by surprise. Lured in with the promise of safety, comfort, and community, she signed a contract to offer her services, both to the venue and to the proprietor herself as a confidant and close friend. Before long, the companionship of Draezha and the shelter of the Cabaret lead to her recovery and higher spirits. However, over time, the cracks in the Cabaret's illusion began to form in Este's perception, leading her to grow distrustful of her employer. After a boiling point was reached, confrontation was had-- and after careful reassurances, Este was convinced that though it was all an illusion for now, should she stick by her friend, some day she could be a part of something greater; all she had to do was keep believing in the dream, and let it continue to bring her warmth. With that reassurance, she told her friend that she'd stick to her side no matter what, and her fate was sealed.These days, she enjoys the environment, sights, and sounds of the Reverie. While never fully coming out of her shell, Este would try her best to bring a smile and good times to anyone that sought her out, always willing to put on a happy face of her own in hopes her joy is contagious.PERSONALITY: Small package, big spirit. Este seeks to bring good company and high spirits to anyone paying for her services. She might take a bit to open up and really show her colors, but with the right partner the sparks are sure to fly.

"We're all looking for a little relief, a brief reprieve from the struggles of our lives. Could I be yours tonight?"

Raizel Eltanin

Age: 28
Gender & Pronouns: Demi-girl (She/They)
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Specialties/Kinks: Pet Play, Rope Bunny, Brat, Degradation (with consent), Slave
Off-Limits: Lala, Death, Vore, Gore, Bathroom StuffSERVICES & RATES
• SFW Companion: 350k/hr
• NSFW Companion: 900k/hrABOUT: A Xaela that never stayed in one place for too long since she was young, always loved to travel and explore. Along her journey her scales have changed and with the adventure to the 13th, awakened the Voidsent side inside her. Now she still travels but found solace amongst the venue scene as a hostess that helped her blossom into more possibilities. After receiving an invitation through a form of a letter, she came to Reverie to offer up her services in hopes of making her own personal connections in the world.

Lirio Moonshine

Age: 25
Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her).
Sexual Preference: Bissexual
Specialties/Kinks: Biting, Breastplay, Cuddling, Breeding, Teasing, Romance
Off-Limits: Scat, Watersports, Gore, Age-Play, Rape, DeathRATES & SERVICES
• SFW companion: 250k/hr
• NSFW companion: 650k/hrABOUT: Lirio is a kind and sexy Hrothgar most of the time since she is a Shapeshifter having a variety of forms, she likes to cook and make potions being excellent at this type of thing but her favorite thing is to provide a great night for her clients, after some of her adventures in Eorzea, she ended up discovering the Reverie because of some connections she had, and now it is a place she can call home.

Veifa Kvelja

Age: 87
Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
Sexuality: Demi/Bi/ENM
Social Media: @veifa.bsky.socialRATES & SERVICES: (When Available)
(SFW) Companion: 500k/hr
(SFW) Confidant: 750k/hrABOUT: Veifa first came to the attention of the confluence while lurking about the staff and patrons of The Cabaret of Dreams in her usual line of work. Curiosity led her deeper into the web of secrets and now she plies her trade within the Demon’s Reverie. Information gathered, revealed or investigated are readily available for the right price. Whether or not you can afford this price remains to be seen. Veifa is cold and harsh at first glance, she is focused on her business and her contacts. However, she is passionately warm with her small inner circle.BACKSTORY: Veifa (her actual name lost to time) grew up amidst constant conflict with the Garleans. She learned to fight to protect her mountain home and her people through guerilla warfare and constant violence. By the time she was twenty years old she proved proficient at gathering information, either by espionage or interrogation. She gained a reputation as a seductive assassin and vicious torturer, completely disconnected from her humanity when interrogating captives. This gave her the title Veifa Kvelja. Torment weaver. Death disguised as beauty.She kept her name from her time in Skatay and Bozja, it has kept her safe by causing fear in those who have heard whispers of her in dark places across Etheirys. Most Eorzeans just see it as “exotic”, confirming her contempt for all. Jaded and bored she looks about for entertainment. She has grown accustomed to decadence and indulgence, but never comfort. She craves safety and intimacy, a fact she does not acknowledge, even to herself. And so she seeks new things, new people, searching for something she can not see.HOOKS: Strange aetheric phenomena seem to occur depending on Veifa’s changeable moods. She has an alarmingly small amount of aether and instead is made up almost entirely of dynamis.Veifa is a veteran of the war in Bozja and has an unparalleled hatred of Garleans.Need to know something or find someone? Need someone to disappear? All of these and more are within her capabilities.

Valisari Hvassvithri

Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)RP Preference: Strictly as IC unless I use [brackets]ABOUT: A joyous and vivacious Viera, Valisari grew up in the Skatay mountains before forsaking the traditional norms of her people to pursue her own flavor of life and freedom in the outside world. Lively, loud, and loving, Vali is a best friend to all she meets and would enjoy nothing more than getting to know anyone and everyone she crosses paths with.Here at the Reverie, Vali is blissfully unaware of anything other than her assigned roles. She can sometimes be found behind the bar whipping up drinks for everyone when she isn't taking photos of herself or others at the various photo studios owned by the establishment. Some may find it odd how someone so cheerful and seemingly naïve fits in, but when you ask some of the staff they'll all tell you some version of the same thing: "We just like having her around."

Beatrice Renoux

Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)RP Preference: Strictly as IC unless I use [brackets]ABOUT: Beatrice is an Elezen who is shrouded in mystery. No two stories told about her past are ever the same, even when she's the one telling them. She is pleasant company to potential clients and business partners as she is not one to pass up an opportunity to further her goals or fatten her wallet. Despite her obfuscated past, her professional integrity is important to her and she refuses to provide faulty services or purposely false information to those paying the price.

Raiza Ku'ku

Age: 102
Gender & Pronouns: Intersex (She/Her)
Sexual Preference: Demisexual
Off-Limits: Watersports, Scat, Pregnancy, Ageplay, Violence, DeathRATES & SERVICES
• SFW companion: 250k/hr
• NSFW companion: 500k/hr
• Additional: SFW Session Gpose - 300k
• Additional: NSFW Session Gpose - 600kG-POSE SERVICES & RATES
• SFW Poses: 500k per-pose
• NSFW Poses: 700k per-pose
• Additional: 250k per extra personABOUT: From a hidden uncharted island off the coast of Tulliyolal that's difficult for ships to reach due to its surrounding geography being comprised of a myriad of jagged rocky formations. Raiza is the middle child of two siblings in a royal tribal family. She was trained in elegant sword and chakram fighting styles not witnessed beyond the boundaries of the secluded island.As the heir and potential successor to her family's throne on the island, her family sent her and her siblings on a pilgrimage to travel the world and learn of what it has to offer, bid only to return once they could bring something beneficial back to their tribe.After leaving, she spent some time on Tulliyolal proper, taking in the sights and culture of the mainland before eventually setting sail on a ship to Eorzea in search of new adventures. However, she found it very difficult to adjust to the different lifestyles of the people beyond her island and fell upon hard times. To compensate for this difficulty, she picked up work as a sell sword and a dancer. During the time of her work, she encountered different types of magic users and became inclined to learn about the different ways one could interact with aether. Learning a little bit from both sides of the spectrum, she became adept with a small capcaity of magic, though still relying on her swordplay and the deadly lick of her chakrams to complete her contracts.BACKGROUND: One day she received a peculiar contract to kill or capture a fugitive of Coerthas. The target was reportedly using some sort of demonic magic and had conspired with the dragons during the dragon war. Though, there was little information on the bounty regarding the woman in question, only a name, and that she was a demon disguised as an auri xaela; Draezha.Not one to fall short in her contracts, Raiza managed to track the woman down, catching her out in the open arid plains of Thanalan. She prepared to strike the woman down and use lethal force if necessary. However, it appeared that the woman was not what the bounty made her out to be. Instead, she decided to get to know her and find out more about why this Coerthian group wanted her so badly. Taking note of Raiza's skills, Drae offered to hire her on as a personal body guard.It was only a matter of time before Raiza tossed aside her contract and the two fell in love, soon after committing to an eternal bond.PERSONALITY: Warm, caring, and somewhat naive. Raiza always looks after those she cares for. Her demeanor should be taken lightly though, as she will never back down from her foes. taking great thrill in the heat of battle.

"You know that I won't let you down before the fall."
"I won't let you run before you crawl."
"Fight until the end even if you're crawling on your hands and knees and bleeding out"

Indica Kieran

✧ Name: Indica Kieran
✧ Age: Several hundred years, physically mid-twenties
✧ Gender & Pronouns: Demigirl, She/they preferred but anything is fine✧ SERVICES & RATES
▻ Simple SFW Gpose set, 3-5 pictures - 1M
▻ SFW Gpose set w/ added layering, 3-5 pictures - 1.5M
▻ NSFW Gpose set, 3-5 pictures - 2M
▻ Additional actor - +500k
Please send me a message if you have any questions about my rates, what the packages entails, etc. ♡✧ ABOUT INDI:
An alluring, mysterious miqo'te shrouded in frost, Indica is stuck toeing the line of life and death. While inviting at first glance, those with a discerning eye will find she keeps everything at arms length. She can often be found lounging about Demons Reverie, smoking and teasing staff and patron alike. She was born with an excessive amount of aether, making her abnormally large and, after death, affecting the space around her. Those with weaker wills may find themselves with loose lips and looser pockets in her relaxing presence.✧ BACKSTORY:
A victim of a botched resurrection with no memory of her mortal life, Indica has been searching for answers for centuries. Hailing from Ishgard and being gifted with a blessing from Halone, she has sought out any clues possible pertaining to what, or who, happened to her. Her search, in recent years, drew her to an abandoned house tucked away in a hidden corner of the Goblet.. a house that, with time, would become the Demons Reverie. Indica has settled for now, making use of the Reverie's intricate web of information to aid in her own search for answers.✧ HOOKS:
You notice her abnormally large size and pale features. The closer you get, the more intense the cold becomes.Those with sensitivity to aether, or those that can see aether, sense the unusual abundance within her.

Elluumii Nuttes

Age: 26
Gender & Pronouns: Queer (She/They)
Sexual Preference: BisexualABOUT: Elluumii greets every guest with a smile and a clever quip, quick with a drink and quicker with an ear to lend. At Demon's Reverie, you can find them behind the bar: charming, easygoing, and always humming a forgotten tune. But those who watch closely will find the laughter never quite reaches their eyes. Once a rising musician in the city-states, Elluumii vanished at the height of their fame, leaving behind whispers of scandal and sorrow. Now, they never speak of the stage, deflecting with wit and warmth. But sometimes, in the quiet between conversations, a shadow flickers and the mask slips, just for a moment.

Rhen Albrecht

Age: 27
Gender & Pronouns: Male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual (Male-leaning)BACKSTORY: Rain cascaded over the shutters like a blanket sweeping over the world and washing away the crimes of the night, removing the evidence before dawn could break on the horrors that occurred. Rhen preferred when it was dark and stormy, it was easier to move amongst the shadows in these times in Ul'dah. Those around him running around like rats on a sinking ship. He leaned against the doorframe of Lolorito Nanarito's doorframe that led to the inside world's sanctum. Resting his shoulder against, as he took a long, slow drag of a cigarette. Smoking wasn't really for him, but given the circumstances given—he needed one in a past life, let alone this one.
The world would never be able to understand the gravity of these situations.But Rhen would, and he'd never forget it.Another slow drag, and the world shifted as he eventually found himself; only the twelve knew how long it took, in front of a large estate. Disheveled at points, peculiar noises coming from inside that were anything but inviting. Amber flared at the end of the stubble of his cigarette. Flicking the ash down the abyss of Goblet's cliffside, watching the ash dissipate until it was no longer visible to the naked eye. He turned towards the estate, grabbed the handle and opened the door.He was greeted by a sinister smile from the proprieter. A smile he had grown to associate with protection and feuded warmth. The Syndicate had interest in these endeavors, and that meant danger whence-ever they walked. The well-kept walls, repainted and floors refurnished helped pad Rhen's heavy booted footsteps. He twisted his fingers, fire and shadow writhing in chains around his gloved fingers.Like silence steeling across a charred corpse, Rhen smirked slightly. So slight one would have missed it if they blinked. Ifrit scrawling inside his irises of orange and scarlet. The blades that protected the Syndicate, were not just to the Syndicate. Though Rhen was a loyal soul, his blade though... not always."Warm welcome today, Draezha. No matter how bitter, you know I'd make it."The crimson flame and wraith black shifted into a blade. Calcifying into a long-tanged sword that he placed loosely on his back. He knew the rules, but the implication was there.For the Reverie, his loyalty stood with both blade and soul. Through right and rain. Through fire and shadow.Or else.

Seyhanine Aeris

Age: 27
Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/They)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Carrd: https://wishdragon.crd.co/
Limits: Gore, Extreme Violence, Death, Bodily Waste & Extreme/Dark Themes without discussionSERVICES & RATES
• SFW RP/Content: 500k/hr
• Off-Site/After-Hours: +100k/hrABOUT: The See's own Wish Dragon; charming, witty, eloquent and something you can't quite place your finger on. Offering a wellspring of not only information, but connections to the parched, if your gil can match your thirst for knowledge. A decorated military career in the See, and a stint in Hingashi's own underworldly affairs means that if it can be known, a step in the right direction can be advised. Whims and wishes are this auri's specialty, almost as if plucking them from the depth of your subconscious with carefully manicured fingers. An intimate confidant, a benevolent benefactor, a mistress of fate; any role that you find yourself yearning for can easily be filled if you wish to tempt fate.

"The stars will move around you and mark you and sing to you. They will decide if you are real."

Lia Pendragon

Age: 18
Gender & Pronouns: Cis female (She/Her)ABOUT: The Heiress to the throne of an otherwordly hell, Lucifer's daughter, went on spring break from her responsibilities. During her time in this realm, she stumbled upon some thugs masquerading as merchants, who captured her and sold her off as a dancer to the mistress of The Cabaret of Dreams, where she worked to earn her freedom.After many long months, the mistress signed off on her freedom and offered Lia a job working at a new speakeasy called Demon's Reverie as a security guard helping Draezha gather information on the side.

Nya'talia Ripclaw

Age: 19
Gender & Pronouns: She/HerSERVICES: Nya enjoys providing the patrons a stimulating atmosphere with her dancing while they socialize with others and get into the kind of encounters they are looking for. She also loves giving lap dances for those who want to see her up close.ABOUT: Nya escaped from a life of enslavement many years ago, stowed away on a ship heading to Eorzea and found herself in Limsa Lominsa. She then ended up in Quicksands, but soon her talents were noticed by some shady business folk who offered her employment at various venues.

Hisada Aurum

Age: 28
Gender & Pronouns: He/Him
Sexual Preference: StraightABOUT: Xaelan Au Ra mercenary known for his imposing stature, black scales, and glowing red eyes. Once feared as a “monster,” Hisada earned his reputation through ruthless efficiency on the battlefield, wielding any weapon with deadly precision and a cold, calculating mind. But beneath the hardened exterior lies a deeply scarred soul, haunted by grief and guilt. Though retired from mercenary life, he continues to walk the fine line between protector and destroyer, forever bound to the memories he cannot bury.BACKGROUND: Marked by unnatural black scales and red eyes, he grew up ostracized in an orphanage, taking on the role of protector for other unwanted children. As he matured, he joined an adventurer’s guild, later becoming a mercenary to support those he considered siblings. His rare blood, rich in aether, granted him access to multiple combat styles through job stones, but at a cost: it slowly poisons him.After years of service he retires, had a son, and became a blacksmith. But fate had other plans—his child was killed during a voidsent attack, a failure that shattered his family and sent Hisada back into wandering. Now he takes jobs not for coin, but to find meaning—or death—while protecting others as penance.At Demon’s Reverie, he is more than just security and a bartender. Beneath the quiet clink of glasses and small talk, he’s hunting—not for trouble, but for work. The Reverie serves as his staging ground, a place where nobles, outlaws, and soldiers alike let slip names, threats, and unfinished business. When a contract seems enticing enough, he takes it—discreetly and without fanfare. Sometimes he leaves a note, sometimes not. But when he returns, it’s always with results.

Jack Qestir

• Age: 29
• Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/Her)
• Specialties: Dominance, CNC, Bullying, Pet play, Cuddles
Off Limits: Vore, Body fluids that isn't cum, Race play, (to many to list, ask and ill say Ya or Nay)SERVICES & RATES
• SFW: 250k/hr
• NSFW/ERP: 500k/hr
• Buyout/Any service: 2 millionABOUT: A creature from beyond this star, only one of their kind in this world that they know of. A species known as Eredar, enslaved and corrupted by their leader who forsake them to a made Titan, Sargeras. What was once a proud warrior Clan, reduced to nothing but blood thirsty monsters with the power of Fel coursing through their veins.BACKGROUND: My names Jack, for most of my life all I have known was war. The last man standing, the victor of the day, that is, till fate had something different in store for me. Who would have thought that a volatile Nether portal would have such amazing capabilities. Not only did it help me escape my executioner, but also my world entirely. Free from my shackles and free from my enslavement, I now find myself wondering, maybe my hands can be used to grab something other than a Claymore.

Goth Latte

ﾒ Age: Unknown
ﾒ Gender & Pronouns: Female (She/They)
ﾒ Species: VoidsentG-POSE SERVICES & RATES
✘ SFW Poses: 500k per-pose, 250k per extra person
✘ NSFW Poses: 700k per-pose, 350k per extra person
✘ Venue Photography: 600k per hour
✘ Special Events (Eternal Bonding / Festivals): 1 mil per hourLINKS
• BlueSky
• Carrd coming soon!ABOUT: Such an elegant creature, known by the moniker “Goth Latte,” though that name is only one of many. Like the many flavors of coffee, she has a look for all. Whether prey or client she always seeks to please, her work more than simple photography, but a tool for which she draws aether from her unsuspecting victims. Peering into the very soul of her models, with each flash of her camera she draws out that which is unseen in the naked eye. A flair for the extravagant seeking to always improve and create even greater works. Finding a mainstay locale as a photographer has been a boon to sate both her needs of hunger and passion. All while always staying on the move, wandering to avoid attracting attention for too long. She takes on a new face and name with every blink of the shutter, who she really is has yet to be seen. A shapeshifter in every sense of the word, what lies behind her moniker and many faces is left to mystery, but those to encounter her should be weary for if you find the answer it may lead to her fangs sinking in to their awaiting prey. A creature born of the void; truly an empty soul seeking fulfillment for an ever-encroaching craving.BACKGROUND: With yet another escape from the eyes of those who would send her screaming back to the empty 13th, she came across a strange letter upon the doorstep of her new hideout. Finding it strange for one to even find her abode in the first place, she cautiously and curiously opened it to recieve none other than a invitation, a very tempting one at that: A calling for her talents at a speakeasy called Demon's Reverie. Having need for new guise and locale to explore her talents she realized it might just be the calling she has awaited. Crushing the letter into a ball of wrinkled and folded parchment, she tossed it aside and took up her haunting camera. Taking on yet another face, she grinned in excitement as she made her way to explore her newest thrill.