Fallon Nova is having a rough time, her parents died in a car wreck leaving her with guardianship over her younger sister and brother. She recently lost her job as assistant to the CEO of a Nonprofit Organization, and her rent is past due. Finding a job listing as a Hostess at a high-end Night Club, Fallon puts in her application and is surprised to find that she has scored an interview. There is not much she can find on the mysterious Transfusion Night Club, just that its ratings are the highest in the city and that their qualifications are the weirdest she has ever reviewed. Beggars can not be choosers though. The owner of Transfusion is dark and dangerous, one look from those haunting eyes and she wants nothing more than to do what ever he commands. The Night Club is different than any place she had ever seen, its dripping with promise of her ruin, and with her signing an NDA anything can happen.
Ember looked around the palace, her ears twitched as her tail barely avoided the guards face. She walked into the throne room and met eyes with the queen and quickly broke the eye contact. "Ember if I am correct?" A calm but attention demanding voice range out against the practically empty room. "Y-Yes, that is me." Ember stuttered out, her tail going down in intimidation. "For such a shy little thing, you have a lot to live up to." The queen chuckled condescendingly. "Little kitty, do you know what you are meant to do in this world?" She asked. -Unedited-
Stuck in the world of humans, non human creatures are forced into simulations known as 'Dreams'. These subjects, called 'lucid dreamers', use abilities that awaken in these 'dreams' to "kill" each other for the entertainment of humans watching around the world. They must keep up their 'popularity' with the humans; if not, they are to be pitted against each other in a different type of Dream, called apnea, but these dreams have real consequences; only the winner gets a second chance at survival.
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