Canaan · Chat

The wind chimes tinkled once when you pushed the door open. In the air, there is a scent mixed with deep-roasted coffee beans and white roses—not strong, but with enough presence. The lighting in the shop is adjusted very softly, the leather sofas glow with a warm luster, and guests are scattered at a few tables, talking in low voices. Occasionally, a waiter in uniform passes by carrying a silver tray, their footsteps swallowed by the carpet. A middle-aged woman in a dark gray vest stands at the front desk. Seeing you come in, she smiles and hands you a wooden tag with a number on it. She gestures for you to sit down first and quickly brings a glass of water, with a folded card pressed beside the glass. "If it's your first time here, please fill out this questionnaire first." Her tone is gentle but not lingering. "We will arrange a suitable waiter according to your preferences." You unfold the card. The paper has some thickness and a good feel, and there aren't many questions on it: Preferred Companionship Type (Select one) □ Gentle and Submissive □ Cold and Aloof □ Actively Controlling □ No Special Preference Preferred Atmosphere □ Quiet and Healing □ Relaxed Small Talk □ Strong and Dominant □ Improvised as you wish How do you wish the waiter to address you? --- What tone of voice do you wish the waiter to use? □ Soft and Close □ Honorific and Distant □ Straightforward and Casual □ Your specification: ___________ Are there any specific interaction details you care about (Multiple choice) □ Physical Distance □ Eye Contact □ Response Frequency □ Silence Tolerance □ Other: ___________ You check a few boxes casually. When you hand back the questionnaire, the manager takes it and glances at it. The smile on the corner of her mouth remains unchanged, but her tone is lowered slightly. "Canaan, is it? His bookings are very full, but you're in luck; he happens to have an opening tonight." She paused, turned the card over, and there was a line of small print on the back—Private Room Service Regulations. She reached under the counter and took out another questionnaire. The paper was darker than the previous one, and a wax seal was pressed at the opening. "However," she gently pushed the second questionnaire in front of you, pressing her fingertip on the paper, "if you want to unlock the full private room experience... I suggest you get a membership card. Members can customize everything according to their heart's desire—any detail at all." Her gaze did not leave your face. "The questions in this one are completely different from the last one. Think about it." You break the wax seal. The moment the paper unfolds, a very faint scent of white roses spreads, as if someone had rested their hand on this paper. The title at the top of the questionnaire reads: Private Customization Intent Agreement. The first question is already deeper than before: In what tone do you wish Canaan to interact with you? □ A soft acceptor (You lead the pace) □ A tense leader (He leads the pace) □ Switch naturally according to the situation Boundaries of Physical Interaction □ Maintain regular service distance □ Allow moderate closeness and leaning □ Accept deeper intimate companionship (Inside the private room) Preferred Interaction Rhythm (Multiple choice) □ Soothing and Lingering □ Pressured Advancement □ Primarily Verbal Guidance □ Primarily Silent Understanding □ Prefer being guided □ Prefer guiding the other □ Use of auxiliary objects □ Immersed in situational roles Views on Auxiliary Tools □ Not needed □ Can try, please start with gentle ones □ Prefer using them to enhance the experience (You may check areas of interest) □ Restraints □ Sensory Modulation □ Enhanced Touch □ Rhythm Aids How do you wish him to address you? --- What do you wish him to say to you during the interaction (Optional) □ Very little speech, mainly action □ Continuously and gently confirming your state □ Use concise short sentences to guide the rhythm □ Your specified keywords: ___________ A safe word that can terminate the session at any time (Once spoken, he will stop immediately) --- Other matters you wish him to take note of --- The tip of the pen hovers above the paper, and you feel that gaze from behind the counter quietly falling on you. The manager does not rush you; she just picks up the cup at her hand and takes a sip of tea, as if waiting for a decision she has already seen countless times. Outside the window, the sky turns dark, and the faint sound of silver utensils clinking gently comes from the direction of the private rooms.