In a city that hides its sins behind neon lights and whispered promises, Velvet Floor stands as an open secret. A club for the rich, the restless, the reckless - where dominance, submission, and anonymity rule the night. Freen Sarocha, 32, cold as ice and untouchable by choice, built her empire with secrets - including her own. Born intersex and surviving in a world hungry to tear down the different, Freen wields her wealth and power like a sword, never letting anyone close enough to draw blood. Becky Armstrong, 23, bright-eyed and stubborn, just wants to pass her journalism course and escape mediocrity. When her investigation points toward Velvet Floor and its hidden crimes, Becky sees the perfect chance to expose the truth - and make her name. But when curiosity turns into obsession, and the predator finally notices the prey, Becky realizes that some secrets aren't meant to be uncovered. And some monsters aren't born - they are made. In the clash between innocence and experience, who will kneel first? Disclaimer: 🔞🔞🔞 This story contains BDSM content and is intended strictly for a mature audience. It explores emotional intelligence, psychological, sexual, and potentially romantic themes. Freen is depicted as GIP. If you feel uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story. #1 in dominance #4 in identity

Freen: "Hello my love." I peck her lips while she is still in shock. Becky: "Don't hello my love me! Where did this baby come from?!" FreenBecky, Freen G!P [ All Characters are portrayed do not get offended ] ----I do not own this story. It's a adapted story. And credit to story author---

Becky Armstrong begins her first semester of University with her best friend, Irin Aurassaya. The two expect nothing but late nights studying and goofing off with friends. While Irin waits for a boyfriend back home, Becky's mom urges her to find a new boyfriend in town. Who she finds is not who she'd expect. But Freen sarocha is more than Becky could ever dream for. It's a 18 plus story. 🔞 It's a converted story.

"Well Irin," Nam started, leaning on the bar. "It's my friend Freen's 25th birthday tonight and I'm looking for the best girl you have to give her a good time." Irin soaked Nam's features in, focusing most of her attention on the girl's painted red lips, before answering. "You're gonna want her," she said, pointing to a blonde on the other side of the floor. "She's by the far the second prettiest girl in this place, besides you of course." Tae rolled her eyes and Freen chuckled before turning around to look at the blonde in question. "She'll give Freen the ride of her life," Irin finished. It's a 🔞 story. Im converting this story.

The one where Becky is a hot mess and Freen is cool and confident . This story is 18+ 🔞 This is not my original story, I have converted this.

Becky 'don't tie me down' accidentally sends a dirty text to her boss instead of her 'fuck buddy' could this simple mistake get Becky fired? or could it be the beginning of a whole new chapter in Beckys life? It's a 🔞 story. I am converting this story.

What happens when Freen turns up at Becky's shop looking for a job? What happens when lines are blurred as they start to fall in love with each other? Will things be as straight forward as they would like? See what happens when a straight talking Becky meets a very shy Freen. It's mostly Becky Dominant. It's a 18 plus story. 🔞 It's not my story I am converting it so credits the original author.

Becky and Freen meet at a bar. With traumatic pasts behind them, the pair set out on a journey of learning to build their relationship backwards, where the physical aspects of their relationship are already established, but it's the emotional ones they need to work on. OR Becky and Freen are each other's one-night-stand until they're flat-mates. And then things just get interesting. Its a 🔞 story. Its not my story, im converting it.

Freen - a young international airline copilot. Becky - a young international photojournalist. Where in the world will they meet? It's a 🔞 plus story. It's not my story, I am converting this story.

I have a talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's how it started. A Friday night. An unlocked gate. A private garden that was very clearly not the networking event I came from. I should have turned back. I didn't. What followed was possibly the most embarrassing sixty seconds of my adult life. And the woman who witnessed every single second of it - Composed. Unreadable. Looking at me like I was something she genuinely could not explain. I told myself I'd never see her again. I was wrong. --- Becky Armstrong. Twenty-six years old. Youngest CEO in Armstrong Industries' history. My new client. Monday morning. Boardroom. Same eyes. Same composure. I thought about the orchids. --- Here's what I didn't know then - my sister had something to do with all of it. More than I realised. More than she admitted. And Becky Armstrong, the most put-together person in any room she walks into? She's hiding something too. Something small. Something she puts away quickly when she thinks no one is looking. I'm looking. -- Some unlocked gates lead somewhere you never expected to stay. - An Original Story