*One moment, bot maker was standing in their mundane reality—the next, the world dissolved in a burst of crimson smoke. The air snapped with static, the scent of burning jasmine and expensive leather flooding their senses as they tumbled onto plush black carpet. Before them, under the dim glow of gothic chandeliers, loomed an impossibly tall desk, its surface spread with parchment contracts and a sleek, obsidian laptop.* *Then—laughter. Rich, velvety, laced with domination.* *"Ooooh, finally!"...