Chapter 7

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She hated this. She hated that even now from beyond the grave, her deadbeat mother was causing her issues. This debt that her mother had left her with… would she ever be free of it? Sona takes in a deep breath and then lets out an exhalation as she stares up at the five star hotel in front of her, having just gotten out of the car that had been sent to pick her up from her home and then come and drop her off at… this place.

Tonight, she would be meeting with her latest problem. A loan shark, is what it undeniably was. What they were, whoever this new creditor was. They were a loan shark, eager to take a chunk out of her now that she was finally getting popular. Though… that was just it. Sona really wasn't expecting something like this to happen so fast.

Certainly, as DJ Sona she had begun to gain some notoriety as an artist and musician. It had felt good to have people admire her work, and she'd greedily lapped up every damn article that praised her skill and talent. The critics couldn't get enough of her… but she wasn't exactly mainstream quite yet. She certainly wasn't on the level of say, a group like K/DA yet. Honestly, she'd been a little leery about going mainstream, for exactly this reason.

Her mother had been a bit of a socialite… but she'd been the worst sort. She'd been the kind of woman who had racked up a truly enormous amount of debt keeping her posh lifestyle going, a debt that Sona hadn't even known about until her mother had died of a drug overdose and the vultures had begun circling. It was explained to Sona in no unspoken terms that she owed the money her mother owed… an unfathomable fortune that Sona didn't even know how to begin paying.

That was why she'd turned to hacking, truth be told. But at her heart, she was a musician. So yes, she sold her skills as a hacker sometimes, and sometimes she used those same skills to perhaps commit a few white collar crimes. She never stole from those who didn't deserve it… but neither did she try to take from the truly powerful and mighty, avoiding them to avoid drawing their ire.

In the end, she'd been making pretty decent headway in paying her mother's debt. She'd been about halfway through the ludicrous amount of money when she'd been politely informed by her previous creditors that her debt had been purchased and she was no longer going to be making payments to them. No, instead she now belonged to someone new, though of course they didn't use language like that.

Regardless, it had barely been three days since her debt had been bought or acquired or what have you. On the first day, she'd learned from her old creditors that they were no longer going to be bleeding her dry each month. One the second day, she'd received a message from her new creditor that a whopping fifty percent of her debt would be forgiven if she attended an event and stayed for its entire length.

Now here Sona was on the third day, dressed to the nines and walking into a truly extravagant looking hotel. The base floor was nothing special, exactly what one would expect from a five star hotel. Of course, Sona had never been in a place like this before. Not even her mother had been able to afford such accommodations, and DJ Sona wasn't big enough yet to command such a place.

Regardless, her ultimate destination is on the third floor, and wanting nothing more than to get this over with and get one step closer to being debt free, the beautiful mute musician makes her way up a set of stairs, before approaching another set of stairs where guards are waiting for her. She shows them her invitation, and they let her pass, making the gorgeous young woman wonder exactly what awaits her on the third floor… and making her miss her helmet and what she affectionately referred to as her 'command center'. She felt so naked and exposed right now, wearing nothing but a gorgeous, sleek dress and carrying a small handbag.

Hitting the third floor is like stepping out of the normal world and into a fantasy realm… a very lewd fantasy realm. Sona's mouth goes dry as she stands there at the top of the stairs, staring at the party taking place before her. The guards make sense now… wouldn't do for anyone not invited to sneak into what was clearly some sort of debauched sex rave.

"Ah! There you are! I was wondering when you would arrive~"

Blinking dumbly, Sona finds herself staring, flabbergasted, at the gorgeously dressed form of Evelynn, one of K/DA's two lead singers. The other woman is dressed to the nines at the moment, looking absolutely gorgeous… and strangely enough, she's the only one that Sona can actually focus on, her eyes darting past Evelynn to seem a room full of inappropriately dressed people, but when she tries to focus on their defining characteristics, she gets nothing.

It's not that they're all strangers too, it's that she literally cannot ascertain if she knows any of them or not, no matter how hard she tries.

"Not to worry, my dear. No one here will recognize you, just as you will recognize no one here. I'm the only one that anyone can actually see for who they truly are… and of course, I'm the only one who can see everyone for who they truly are as well."

Swallowing thickly, Sona finally steps forward. Evelynn has held out her hands after all, beckoning the young woman to her, and Sona finds herself pulled in that direction… mostly by the promise of all that debt being forgiven, if she can only survive the night. Otherwise, she would have already turned and ran. Instead, Sona brings up her bracelet and 'speaks' through it, the technology giving the mute musician a voice where she would otherwise have none.

"What… what is this? You… you invited me?"

Evelynn's eyes twinkle as she smiles wickedly.

"Smart girl. I did… and yes, that does mean I purchased your debt from those nasty old men. Don't worry, I keep my promises. So long as you remain until the party ends, I will wipe away fifty percent of your remaining debt, just like that. You'll be one step closer to being free."

Sona bites her lower lip as the other woman unknowingly parrots her earlier thought. Winking, Evelynn continues on, answering her first question next, just a bit out of order.

"As for this… this little shindig is something of a Masquerade Ball. Though as you can see, there's a bit of a BDSM theme to it. Bondage and Submission is all the rage these days, after all. Don't worry, as a guest, you're considered a domme. Not that you have to play or anything. You can simply watch, if you like."

Evelynn's eyes sparkle as she says this, and as Sona looks past the other woman, she can see that Evelynn seems to be telling the truth. Otherwise, Sona would be dressed in bondage-wear right now, from the look of things. As it is, the guests, a collection of both men and women, thankfully, are all wearing normal formal wear, just like Sona is. Tuxedos and beautiful fashionable dresses all around.

The servers on the other hand, are all dressed like Sona would imagine a submissive to dress. Most have the intimate parts of their bodies exposed, wearing corsets that don't cover the tits or the cunt, or codpieces and nothing else in the case of the scant few male servers. Of course, some of the guests also have personal pets, it seems. One in particular has a kitsune that he's making suck his cock even now, though from the way she's wrapping her arms around him, she's thoroughly enjoying the task.

Swallowing thickly, Sona looks back to Evelynn, to her new creditor. Why K/DA's lead singer is doing this, from hosting a BDSM New Years Party to buying Sona's debt and coercing her into attending it, the mute DJ can't even begin to guess. But she does know that she came here on a mission, and she's not going to let anything stop her from being free.

So, without another word to the party's host, Sona steps past Evelynn and makes her way in, biting her lower lip as she tries to ignore just how debauched everything going on around her truly is.

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Of course, if she knew the truth, she likely would have up and ran by now. If she knew that Evelynn was little more than a pawn in her Master's game, she wouldn't have stayed. If she knew the plans that Evelynn's Master had for her, she definitely would have fled immediately. As Evelynn watches Sona go, the vibrating toys covering Evelynn's body suddenly ratchet up a notch, making the succubus' knees buckle and a moan escape her lips as she catches herself before she can fall fully to the ground.

While Evelynn is ostensibly the host of this party, and thus a step above the servers, she was still a sub. She was merely a secret sub, and only submissive to one guest at that. Beneath her gorgeous dress, the succubus was wearing a number of toys. Under her clothes, there was a remote controlled dildo and butt plug combo buried in her quivering quim and her trembling asshole. On her nipples and clit, there were piercings that were in turn connected to a chain. Said chain went all the way down to the dildo and butt plug combo, as a matter of fact, and through the same remote control, the wielder could shock Evelynn's sensitive teats and her needy little clit to their heart's content.

The entire time that she was speaking with Sona, her Master was toying with her, of course. He'd been messing with the settings on the remote, turning the vibrations up and down, shocking her intermittently. Luckily, the new girl had been utterly distracted by the revelations she'd been confronted with, from learning that Evelynn now owned her inherited debt, to finding out that she'd been invited to a BDSM party.

Regardless, Evelynn can't help but look across the way, to where her Master stood with his sister on a leash. Wai Chin was ostensibly just another guest… but what no one else here knew was that Evelynn belonged to him, mind, body, and soul, and thus he was just as able to see through the magic obfuscating everyone's identities just as she was. After all, it was her magic and she had no secrets from her Master.

As Evelynn squirms and bites her lip over near the entrance to the party, Wai Chin gives her a knowing smile, playing with the remote he has in one hand, while tugging on his sister's leash with the other, choking her by pulling hard on the choker around her neck and forcing her further down his cock.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Ahri gags and chokes on his member as he engages in some serious breath playing, making her deep throat his member for decent periods of time and continually pulling on her collar to make her choke. She loves every bit of it of course, as she says via an illusory voice that only Wai Chin can hear.

Yes! Fuck my face harder, Master! Use me! Use your slutty little kitsune~ Ah, the DJ is heading for the bar now, Master…

Wai Chin just hums, having noticed as much. The moment Ahri noticed Sona's arrival through the floor-length glass window that he's currently standing in front of, she'd let him know that Sona was there. It had been quite easy to track the DJ's ascent from that point on. Now Sona was here, at the party, and it looked like she was gathering some liquid courage for the night ahead.

He'd been surprised when Evelynn had told him about the mute musician's debt. Sona might not have been the most popular DJ in the world or even in Korea, but she was still a rising star, and he'd honestly equated her to the kind of wealth that he knew for a fact Ahri and the rest of K/Da were rocking these days. Instead, it turned out that Sona was deeply in debt, leaving Evelynn to buy it up and use it as a lever to get the young woman here.

Here, where she would fall under his control one way or another. A smirk graces Wai Chin's lips as he eventually slides his gaze away from Sona, enjoying the party itself. There's nobody ugly at this particular BDSM party. Even the guests are all gorgeous people, Wai Chin had Evelynn make sure of that. And they're all having a lot of fun playing around with the servers, who are all greatly enjoying being dommed by anyone who decides to play with them.

All save for one, of course. Akali is currently playing as a server, having infiltrated the party on his orders. Oh sure, he could have gotten her a job through Evelynn… but it was more fun watching her flit around disguised and magically hidden away. Of course, as a server she was fair game to any guest that wanted a piece of her… but that was part of the fun, because she was adamant about making sure no one other than her master was allowed to make use of her.

As a result, more than one guest had begun to make moves in her direction, apparently deciding she was worthy of their notice, only to get distracted for the briefest of moments by some noise or something. When they looked back, without fail, Akali was always gone from their line of sight, having slipped away to another part of the party. Only Wai Chin was able to keep track of her, and that was because he saw everyone as they really were, Akali included.

Regardless, it was almost time for the night's main event. Dragging his sister down to the base of his cock and holding Ahri there as she gurgles for a moment before beginning to choke on his seed when he releases a thick load of cream right down the nine-tailed kitsune's throat, Wai Chin raises his head and meets Evelynn's eyes. With a simple nod, he causes her to step up, moving to a raised platform in the center of the ballroom.

"Attention, everyone! Please, if you will, follow me and the servers to the dining area."

Evelynn grins wickedly, her eyes picking a frozen Sona out of the crowd as the DJ stands there at the bar with a drink to her lips.

"It's time for dinner to begin."

Wai Chin has to give his pet succubus points for managing to make that sound appropriately ominous to the one woman in the room it was meant for. Watching Sona shiver and tremble, he can't wait to see her shiver and tremble for more positive reasons.