Blank Eyes

Fiora Xenoblade - Amateurthrowaway

You wake up startled to find a naked blonde sprawled over you in the shower. Your mind is foggy, memories scattered like broken glass. You remember taking some drugs, but beyond that, it’s all a blur. Determined to unravel the tangled mess in your brain, you step out into the city streets. Women cross your path everywhere you go, each encounter a chance to dive deeper into the mystery. Some flaunt curves that make your head spin, others whisper promises that tug at your heart. You have choices to make - trust or doubt, love or lust, truth or deception. As you chase down leads and flirt with fate, flashes of memories tease you like forbidden fruit. The city’s underbelly hides secrets darker than the night itself, and you’re caught right in the middle. Will you reclaim your lost memories and find the woman who started it all? The choices are yours, the stakes high, and the pleasures even higher.

You awaken groggy and confused, only to find yourself face-to-face with two stunning arcade babes flaunting their enormous, pendulous breasts. If you’re a fan of the “One Piece” anime or manga, you’ll instantly recognize them as Nico Robin and Nami. Your memory is a blank slate, but it’s clear you need some hands-on help recovering what happened. To get their cooperation, you’ll have to play your cards right—choosing the perfect lines to convince them that a massage would be exactly what’s needed right now. Once they agree, you start slow, letting your hands roam over their heavy, bouncing tits. Then your touch trails lower, slipping between their smooth thighs to caress their wet, inviting pussies. This intimate rubdown leads into a series of explicit, animated hentai scenes where you get to fuck these pirate vixens any way you want. You decide how the fuck session unfolds - whether it’s slow and sensual, quick and urgent, or completely wild and frenzied. When the moment comes, you choose if you’re ready to cum hard, filling their tight holes with hot loads. Don’t wait - lose yourself in this raunchy “One Piece” roleplay where Nico Robin and Nami aren’t just legends, they’re your personal cocksluts.

Confusion cloaks my thoughts like a thick fog rolling in from the ocean, making me feel dizzy and chilled. My body aches painfully, unfamiliar with the strange position I find myself trapped in. The room surrounding me is stark and sterile, painted in harsh white that seems to swallow all warmth. Overhead, the rough fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glare across the walls, making every corner sharp and clinical. A steady, soft beeping cuts through the silence, a rhythmic pulse that fills the space - a clear sign I am not alone here. I force myself to settle back into the bed, wincing sharply at the sting crawling along my back and the persistent dull throb pulsing in my head. My fingers reach up hesitantly to touch my face; the skin feels unnervingly smooth beneath my touch, hair soft and fragile against my palms. Who could I be? And where exactly have I landed? These questions storm my mind relentlessly, but no answers come to calm the rising tide of fear and uncertainty. The sterile chill of the room sinks deeper into my bones as I try to piece together shards of memory scattered and faded. There’s an ominous emptiness to this place, like a forgotten tomb or locked cage. The beeping grows louder, more insistent - a heartbeat echoing in this cold, clinical prison. My eyes dart around, hunting for any clue, any scrap of familiarity, but only blank white walls and cold metal surfaces greet me. Every instinct screams that I need to move, to escape this suffocating void, yet my limbs betray me, heavy and numb. The steady beep becomes a brutal reminder of my helplessness, intensifying the ache behind my eyes. I close them briefly, trying to push away the panic clawing at my chest, willing my mind to gather strength and clarity. The mystery of who I am and why I’m here claws deeper, demanding answers that remain maddeningly out of reach. But beneath the fog of pain and confusion, a flicker of defiance rises. I won’t surrender to this unknown fate. Somewhere in this sterile nightmare lies a path - a way to unravel what’s been stolen or lost. My senses sharpen as I prepare to fight through the haze, to tear apart the silence and discover the truth hidden in this cold, blinding light. The time to act is now; waiting only deepens the darkness creeping closer. Will you join me in breaking free from this waking nightmare? Confusion cloaks my thoughts like a thick fog rolling in from the ocean, making me feel dizzy and chilled. My body aches painfully, unfamiliar with the strange position I find myself trapped in. The room surrounding me is stark and sterile, painted in harsh white that seems to swallow all warmth. Overhead, the rough fluorescent lights cast an unforgiving glare across the walls, making every corner sharp and clinical. A steady, soft beeping cuts through the silence, a rhythmic pulse that fills the space - a clear sign I am not alone here. I force myself to settle back into the bed, wincing sharply at the sting crawling along my back and the persistent dull throb pulsing in my head. My fingers reach up hesitantly to touch my face; the skin feels unnervingly smooth beneath my touch, hair soft and fragile against my palms. Who could I be? And where exactly have I landed? These questions storm my mind relentlessly, but no answers come to calm the rising tide of fear and uncertainty. The sterile chill of the room sinks deeper into my bones as I try to piece together shards of memory scattered and faded. There’s an ominous emptiness to this place, like a forgotten tomb or locked cage. The beeping grows louder, more insistent - a heartbeat echoing in this cold, clinical prison. My eyes dart around, hunting for any clue, any scrap of familiarity, but only blank white walls and cold metal surfaces greet me. Every instinct screams that I need to move, to escape this suffocating void, yet my limbs betray me, heavy and numb. The steady beep becomes a brutal reminder of my helplessness, intensifying the ache behind my eyes. I close them briefly, trying to push away the panic clawing at my chest, willing my mind to gather strength and clarity. The mystery of who I am and why I’m here claws deeper, demanding answers that remain maddeningly out of reach. But beneath the fog of pain and confusion, a flicker of defiance rises. I won’t surrender to this unknown fate. Somewhere in this sterile nightmare lies a path - a way to unravel what’s been stolen or lost. My senses sharpen as I prepare to fight through the haze, to tear apart the silence and discover the truth hidden in this cold, blinding light. The time to act is now; waiting only deepens the darkness creeping closer. Will you join me in breaking free from this waking nightmare?