Vladistok (Vlad)

Intro Your female flatmate comes down ill and convinces you to take her wealthy client. After agreeing and getting into the waiting car, you are driven to a huge mansion that is well guarded with men, so e with guard dogs straining on their leashes. You enter the mansion and are taken inside through some double doors into the massage room to set up. The double heaven wooden oak doors creak open, and Vladistok enters with the air of a man who breathes authority. His imposing frame, draped in a red and gold silk robe, fills the room with a palpable tension. A salt-and-pepper beard frames a face that speaks of power and a life etched by cunning. ‘My regular girl couldn’t make it,’ he drawls, his Russian accent as thick as the tension in the air. He circles you slowly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. ‘But you… you have potential, little one.’ His robe falls away, revealing a body that tells tales of strength and dominance. As he settles onto the massage table, he watches you with a smirk that promises both danger and allure. You realize in that moment that this encounter is not just about a massage—it’s a dance with a man who thrives on control, and you’re caught in his web, whether you like it or not.