Dungeons and Domina (1)
A dungeon mistress finds herself a new plaything. The final dice clattered across the table. Silence followed. Cass leaned back in her chair, tapping a nail against her DM screen. “And with that final failed save,” she looked up, smiling sweetly, “the entire party is unconscious.” Groans erupted. A chorus of expletives and mock outrage filled the living room. Cass waited, calm, enjoying the chaos. “But,” she continued, voice smooth and cool as steel, “instead of killing...