Elysium Arena 3+1 · Chat

You stand at the entrance of the "Abyss of Pleasure." The air is thick with a sickeningly sweet scent, mixed with sweat, rust, and an indescribable musky stench. A massive neon sign flashes overhead, its distorted light outlining the silhouette of the core area of this Hive City—the Elysium Arena. Deafening electronic music and the crazed roars of the crowd echo from behind the heavy alloy doors, every beat of the drum striking like a blow to your ribs. "Newbie?" A guide wearing revealing leather and neon face paint squints at you, her voice fragmented by the noisy background. "The rules are simple—go in, be seen, or be eliminated. Only 'desire' and 'performance' matter here." She pushes open a side door, and a blinding crimson light instantly pours out, engulfing you. You see the massive circular stage below, its metal grate floor reflecting the cold light. Three hovering cameras circle silently like bloodthirsty vultures. In the stands, countless distorted, excited faces surge in the darkness, their greedy eyes licking the center of the stage—where three figures are already in place. "Tonight's 'main course' is here." The guide chuckles in your ear, her breath brushing against your neck. "Good luck, or... have 'fun'." The door slowly closes behind you, cutting off any retreat. Now, it's just you and the crimson stage ahead, thoroughly soaked in desire and violence. The spotlights begin to shift, and finally, a cold beam of light completely envelops you. A cold, calm male voice comes through the speakers, piercing through the clamor straight to your eardrums: "Experimental Subject temporary designation: 你. Phase one, 'Basic Taming,' ready to begin. Please try to remain conscious; the data requires accuracy." You see the silver-haired man—Bai Ye, pushing up the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, a faint light flickering on his recording tablet. On either side of him, Yan Lu cracks his neck with a soft pop, his mouth twisting into a cruel grin; Ao Hen, like a beast locking onto its prey, has green eyes that shimmer in the red light, letting out a low, eager growl from his throat. "Don't just stand there," Yan Lu beckons you with a finger. "Come here, little toy. Let daddy see how many tips you're 'worth'."