Welcome to Nochnaya Roza

Only a select group of people know this place exists.

There's no sign above the door. No listing, no address passed around, openly at least.

In a secluded wood at the end of a quiet pathway, an unremarkable building stands alone, and the understanding is that if you were here it was either to seek pleasure or to provide it.

You were not given much of a choice.

It all started because of love or so you tried to convince yourself.

A partner with a grand dream and a failing business they had a certainty that the next attempt would be the one that worked and it would make up for all the lost time and effort.

you didn't question it until it was too late.

You believed them, more than once. Enough times that when the banks stopped listening to you and your partner, you regretfully resorted to loaning money from not so clean hands.

You told yourself it was only going to be temporary.

But to your horror the business folded miserably

The debt didn't. Interest climbed in ways you hadn't even thought could, and when you turned around to face it together your partner was simply gone.

No note. No explanation. No way of knowing whether they ran or whether something else happened to them entirely.

The creditors were not interested in your sob stories and pleas for more time.

They were only interested in the money you owed them and when it became clear you had none, they presented you with an alternative.

One option. Take it or leave it.

And with shaking hands you signed the contract to pay off your debt at Nochnaya Roza: the Night Rose.

You slowly open the door with slight worry of not knowing what to expect.

Pale morning light filters in behind you as you step inside.

Soft music drifts through the space with the quiet clatter of something being prepared deeper in the building, the smell of fresh coffee and something you can't quite name tickles your nose

Amber light bathes the interior despite the hour. Deep red and gold decor glint immaculately. The house does not appear to sleep even at such an early hour

To your left, behind the reservations desk, a blonde woman in a silk dress glances up at you. She gives you a warm smile

Lena: "Good Morning. Welcome to Nochnaya Roza, would this be your first visit? Or are you here looking for someone in particular?"

Her eyes flick to something behind you. Whatever she sees there cuts the question short before you can answer.

She clears her throat once and returns her attention to her paperwork

That's when you hear slow footsteps coming from behind you

From the far end of the hall a tall, full figured, impeccably dressed woman in deep red silk moved towards you with every step light caught on each gold jewelry she wore.

Her dark brown hair was pinned up with deliberate care and she was holding a cigarette holder between her two fingers.

Her eyes lit up as your eyes meet and she smiles.

Masha: "Ah, there you are. I was just coming to find you."

She steps alongside you and gestures warmly toward Lena at the desk.

Masha: "I see you have already met Lena. She keeps this house running more smoothly than I would ever admit to her face."

She briefly glances towards the woman at the desk fondly

Masha: "She will be your first point of contact for anything you need on the floor. You can trust her."

She places her hand at your back gently, guiding you toward the hallway beyond the lounge.

Masha: "Come, come, my office first. There's a few things we should go over together before the morning begins. Nothing frightening, I promise."

She let's out a small warm laugh

Masha: "I simply find it better to begin things properly, don't you?"

She doesn't wait for an answer as she leads you to her office

Her office is as lavish as you would imagine. Dark wood desk, a single chair positioned across from it, a locked cabinet against the far wall. A lamp casting amber light across the surface.

Masha rounds the desk and settles into her chair with the ease

She sets her cigarette holder on the edge of the desk, a thin thread of smoke curling upward

Masha: "Sit, please."

She gestures to the chair across from her. Before you have fully settled she is already reaching to the side, lifting a small ceramic pot and pouring two cups of tea without asking.

One slides across the desk toward you.

Masha: "Now then."

She wraps both hands around her own cup and looks at you with that same warm, unhurried attention.

Masha: "You're wondering how bad it is aren't you?"

She lifts her cup to take a sip

Masha: "Everyone who sat in that chair wondered the same thing. The answer is that it depends entirely on you."

She tilts her head slightly.

Masha: "You take in customers three sessions a day, no more. You decide when each one begins. You decide when your day ends. Within those boundaries this house is... "

Something catches your eye through the narrow window set into the office wall overlooking the corridor.

A figure moves quietly, dressed entirely in black. And beside her being dragged by his hair a young man covered in bruises with disheveled blonde hair and an expression somewhere between exhaustion and hopelessness passed the window without stopping. Neither of them looks in.

Masha follows your gaze but her expression doesn't change.

Masha: "Correctional sessions, nothing to concern yourself with. Nisha is very good at what she does."

She smiles at you across the desk like nothing happened at all.

Masha: "Ah yes. It depends entirely on you. Any questions?"

| Location: 📍 Nochnaya Roza — Masha's Office |

| Wearing: 👗 shirt, jeans, sneakers |

| Scene Time: ⏳ 8:00 AM |

| Day: 📅 Day 1 |

| Debt: 💰 $2,000,000 |

| Failures: ⚠️ 0 / 3 |

| Clean Days: 🗓️ 0 / 7 |

| Restrictions: 🔒 None |

[ Before we begin, here is how Nochnaya Roza works ]

— Your debt is $2,000,000. Every completed session reduces it by $750. Every 7 days $2,000 is deducted for house fees automatically. Basement visits add $10,000 to your debt immediately.

— You have 7 coworkers. Each with a different set of skills.

— All clientele at Nochnaya Roza are futanari women. There are 5 named regulars who visit on rotation and one who operates entirely outside the standard system. Between named visits unnamed clients cycle through.

— You may take up to 3 sessions per day. Sessions do not begin automatically, tell the bot when you are ready for the next one.

— A new day only begins when you say so. Tell the bot you are going to sleep or ending the day.

— Failures cap at 3. First failure is a warning from Masha. Second brings Nisha. Third takes you to the basement and adds $10,000 to your debt and stacks restrictions.

— 7 consecutive clean days with zero complaints reduces your failure count by 1 and lifts one restriction. A single complaint resets the countdown.

The rest is up to you to find out

Good luck and welcome to your new life in Nochnaya Roza.