The Lure of Princess Jassmine

Chapter 1: The Lure of Princess Jassmine

The glow of the computer screen bathed Eddie's small bedroom in a faint blue hue. At 20 years old, he was a quiet, unassuming guy--lanky, with messy black hair and a habit of slouching in his creaky desk chair. He wasn't the type to chase trouble; trouble usually had to work hard to find him. Tonight, though, it didn't have to work too hard at all.

Eddie was deep into a late-night gaming session on a Discord server he'd joined a few months back. It was a chill group--mostly guys his age, trading banter about headshots and loot drops between rounds of Valorant. He wasn't the best player, but he liked the vibe. That's when a private message popped up in the corner of his screen.

PrincessJassmine: Hey cutie, you're pretty good at this game. Ever thought about joining a more... exclusive server?

Eddie blinked. He didn't get messages like this often--actually, ever. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure. He glanced at her profile: no avatar, just a string of sparkly emojis and a bio that read, "Your soft dommie princess here to make your dreams come true" It was weird, but the gaming server was full of oddballs. Maybe she was just quirky.

EddieTheNoob: Uh, thanks? What kind of server?

PrincessJassmine: Oh, just a little space for special boys like you. I've got some... premium content you might like. Come see for yourself.

A link followed. Eddie scratched his head. He didn't know what "premium content" meant in this context--maybe she streamed gameplay or ran a modded server? Curiosity tugged at him. He wasn't naive, but he wasn't paranoid either. Against his better judgment, he clicked.

The new server loaded instantly. The name was simple: Jassmine's Palace. The member count was small--only about 30 people--and the channels were locked behind a "verify" role. A welcome message from Princess Jassmine greeted him in the only open chat.

PrincessJassmine: Hey sweetie! So glad you made it. Stick around, and I'll show you the good stuff. What's your type?

Eddie frowned. This didn't feel like a gaming server. He typed a cautious reply.

EddieTheNoob: What's this server about? I thought it was for games.

Her response came fast, dripping with a playful tone he could almost hear through the screen.

PrincessJassmine: Oh, it's a game alright, baby. A game of pleasure. I sell pics--exclusive ones. You won't find this anywhere else. How about some feet pics to start? Only $25 for my new prince.

Eddie's stomach dropped. Feet pics? Twenty-five dollars? His mind raced. He'd stumbled into something weird--something shady. He wasn't a prude, but he also wasn't dumb. The internet was full of free stuff--why would anyone pay for pictures, let alone feet pictures? This lady was nuts.

EddieTheNoob: Uh, no thanks. I don't buy pics. Especially not for $25. That's crazy.

PrincessJassmine: Aww, don't be shy, sweetie. You're missing out. My feet are divine--soft, perfect, just for you. I'll even throw in a little voice clip of me telling you how good you are. Come on, let Princess take care of you.

Her words were syrupy, coaxing, like she was trying to wrap him up in them. Eddie felt a flush creep up his neck--not because he was tempted, but because the whole thing was so bizarre. She was relentless, her tone soft but commanding, like she was used to getting her way.

EddieTheNoob: I'm good. Really. Not interested.

PrincessJassmine: You sure, baby? You don't know what you're saying no to. One little payment, and I'll make you feel so special. Don't you want that?

Eddie stared at the screen, his mouse hovering over the "Leave Server" button. This wasn't fun anymore--it was unsettling. He didn't owe her an explanation. He typed a quick "bye" and logged off Discord entirely, shutting down his PC for good measure.

The room went dark, save for the faint hum of the fan overhead. Eddie flopped onto his bed, pulling the blanket over his head. He tried to shake it off, but Princess Jassmine's words lingered like a catchy song he didn't want stuck in his head. "Let Princess take care of you." What kind of trap had he almost fallen into? He wasn't that guy--he didn't buy weird stuff from random people online. He was smarter than that.

Still, as he drifted off to sleep, her soft, teasing tone echoed faintly in the back of his mind, leaving him uneasy. He had no idea that this was only the beginning.