Noctavya's Geisha Chamber

[Electric City]

Work in progress!! Maybe a film will come out with your works! Thanks for the collab!

[Noctavya]

Work in progress!! Maybe a film will come out with your works! Thanks for the collab!

Oh, shit. I forgot. That's yours. I'll take them down

[Noctavya]

The Templar Lady That Never Knelt - Concept Story

October 13, 1307 – the dawn that broke the Temple.

Lady Aliénor de Saint-Clair, Grand Master’s Marshal and the highest-ranking woman ever to wear the red cross, had ridden to the royal palace at dawn on what she believed was urgent summons from King Philip IV himself. She came alone, in full mantle, trusting the royal seal.

She never saw the sun rise twice.

At the palace gates the gates slammed shut behind her. A hundred royal sergeants poured from the shadows; halberds lowered, crossbows leveled. The king’s decree—sealed the night before—was read aloud: heresy, sodomy, idolatry. The Order was dissolved by papal bull before the ink was dry.

Aliénor fought until a mace cracked against her temple. When she woke, the white mantle was gone, replaced by filthy rags. Iron bit into her wrists and throat. They dragged her barefoot through the Paris mud, past silent crowds who once knelt for her blessing.

By torchlight she was marched beneath Notre-Dame into the labyrinthinevitable black arch of the Inquisition’s lower cells. The chain around her neck clinked with every forced step, the sound echoing like a death knell through the vaulted dark.

The last Templar lady vanished into the stone, proud violet eyes unbowed, white hair trailing like a fallen banner. The purge had begun, and the most dangerous heretic of all was the one who had never once knelt.

[Electric City]

Work in progress!! Maybe a film will come out with your works! Thanks for the collab!

Oh, shit. I forgot. That's yours. I'll take them down

it's ok don't worry! it's a collaborative art form! The important is the result in the movie!

[Noctavya]

“Blaze Fielding - Chains of the Syndicate”



In the rain-soaked underbelly of a neon-drenched cyberpunk metropolis, former police officer turned vigilante Blaze Fielding has spent years dismantling Mr. X’s criminal empire one brutal fistfight at a time.



Tonight the hunt finally turned against her.



After a savage, hour-long battle across rooftops, warehouses, and rain-slick streets, Blaze is overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Mr. X’s elite enforcers, masked, leather-clad, merciless, swarms her from every shadow. She fights like a cornered lioness: bones break, blood flies, neon signs shatter under her kicks… but exhaustion and wounds take their toll.



The last thing she remembers is a chokehold from behind and the cold kiss of steel cuffs snapping shut.



Now the unbreakable Blaze Fielding is stripped of her jacket, left in nothing but her signature glossy red bra, micro leather skirt, and battered red boots. Her bruised, rain-streaked body is wrapped in multiple layers of thick, gleaming chains that pin her arms immovably to her torso, wrists crossed and cuffed in front like a trophy on display.



Under the flickering crimson and cyan lights of the city she once protected, four towering syndicate goons march their prize through the crowded streets toward Mr. X’s towering headquarters. Civilians watch in stunned silence; some cheer the fallen hero’s humiliation, others look away.



Blaze keeps her head high, lips pressed into a thin, defiant line, ice-blue eyes burning with unquenched fire even as blood and rainwater trace down her skin.



She is down, but far from broken.



And deep in those chains, she’s already calculating exactly how many necks she’ll break when (not if) she gets free.



The night is young, the city is watching, and Mr. X is about to learn that chaining a wildfire only makes the blaze burn hotter.

[Noctavya]

I have a fondness to do prostitution story, always fascinated by the world they live in. It's a brutal world, the fear, the dog eat dog, the heart wrenching when you got old and you're deemed "expired" and have to fight for clients with younger more fresh competitions. It's filled with much stories, the glamor, the sad, the violence that accompanies their world, the abuse they face.

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Taken back to the depth of the Syndicate lair, the thugs really did a number on Blaze. Their hatred for her after so many times she bested them on the open field. Now chained and totally at their mercy, they lash out on her. Beating her till she's black and blue.

And now.. they're going to work on her private are, the one thing they left intact