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Love. She could see it in his eyes, in the smile that she knew was reserved only for her. She seldom cried, but she cried that day. She did not care if her tears ruined her pretty makeup, nor if the world saw. She did not care one bit. All that mattered was that, on this new day on a new year, he was hers, and she was his.

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Elegance is often attached to her name. She is as graceful as a swan, as radiant as the sun above, and as precious as a jewel. Like an alexandrite, she is multi-faceted, often surprising those unassuming towards a girl born in riches and spoiled rotten with a silver spoon. Miyeon is capable at best, hailing from a family of business owners and criminals while possessing a degree that exemplifies her extensive knowledge of the law—and the ways to work around it.

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It is ironic, how this woman has a passion for law and yet is willing to turn a blind eye towards anything that breaks it. But then again, loyalty is more important to her than what was written by the men of this country. And she is more than willing to do whatever is necessary to make sure the law does not bring her family down to their knees.

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•  this is written for the venus lounge universe, established september 2023 by the user saorsa and contemplate.
•  trigger warning! mentions of sexual assault and thoughts of death.
•  completion: 90%

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•  personality type : estp-a
•  moral alignment : true neutral
•  fatal flaw : lust
•  social media :

private instagram (friends and trusted pearls only) :
⤿  @mimiyeon

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( + ) : positive traits.

bold, perceptive, observant, direct, sociable, loyal, honest, ambitious, passionate, intelligent, resourceful

( - ) : negative traits.

judgmental, dependent, sensitive, impatient, needy, selfish, ignorant, apathetic

( / ) : neutral traits.

flirtatious, charismatic, depression and anxiety

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•  birth name : shen jiaoxian

•  faceclaim : shen xiaoting

•  nickname : xian

•  pronouns : she/her

•  occupation : ___ for the ministry of magic

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•  third pov, past tense.
•  typically semi-paragraph to novella.
•  regarding mirroring — i do not believe it is necessary. i think that replies are allowed to vary in length, even drastically, if it fits the context. sometimes it's fitting to write only dialogue with minimal action. if i give you multi para, feel free to give me a semi.
•  regarding rooms — rooms or group pms. no walls. pms are only for plotting ooc.

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Think of this as Miyeon's diary. These are her innermost thoughts. Just be warned—not all of this is pretty. Please do not read if you are easily triggered. Miyeon has gone through a traumatic experience and this section details her thoughts.

This will be updated every now and again. As of now, it is incomplete.

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✦ : likes

sex ・ cooking ・ reading ・ drinking ・ money ・ shopping ・ sleeping ・ coffee ・ alcohol ・ flowers

✧ : dislikes

working out ・ chores ・ a lot of people ・ her overbearing father ・ the nature of her family's line of work

✦ : hobbies

pilates ・ swimming ・ trying out new recipes in the kitchen ・ shopping

✧ : habits

has a soft voice when she's speaking to her husband but speaking a little louder and clearer with other people (speech code akin to a "customer service" voice) ・ humming or singing while she cooks ・ running her fingers through the ends of her hair ・ pursing her lips when she's concentrating on something ・ showering at night ・ putting lotion on her hands and feet right before climbing into bed (even though she had just put on lotion after a shower) ・ putting on perfume after a shower even though she is going to bed soon after ・ reading a chapter of whatever book she's reading before bed ・ pausing at the middle of a movie or episode of a show she's watching then leaving it for later ・ scheduling an appointment at the nail salon every 2 weeks ・ getting her hair trimmed every other month to keep it healthy ・ drinking tea to start off her day

✦ : skills

cooking ・ singing ・ piano ・ can detect a lie from a mile away

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•  birthdate : january 31, 1997
•  age : 26
•  birthplace : yongsan-gu, seoul, south korea
•  residence : gangnam, seoul, south korea
•  nationality : korean
•  ethnicity : korean
•  languages : korean (fluent), english (fluent), mandarin (conversational, taught to her by junhui)
•  family : father (crimelord, cho kihyun), mother (deceased), adoptive brother (fixer for crime org, wen junhui), ex-husband (deceased)
•  education : juris doctor, bs in business administration

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•  my replies are not always going to be consistent.
•  do not expect me to reply to you daily.
•  if you see me replying to someone else more, that is because i have more muse for the thread. it also might be because i cannot focus on more than one that day.

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✾ : position

submissive, bottom, brat

❃ : vanilla

aftercare, cuddling, kissing, pet names, pillow talk, praise, romance, worship

❋ : kinks

asphyxiation, barebacking, bdsm, begging, biting, blindfolds, breeding, clothing play, collars/leashes, cockwarming, consent nonconsent, corruption, creampie, crying, cuckolding, daddy, degradation, deepthroating, discipline, double penetration, edging, exhaustion, exhibitionism, face fucking, fear, food play, foreplay, fingering, hair pulling, humiliation, katoptronophilia, licking, light bondage, marking, master/pet/slave, oral fixation, overstimulation, pleasure control, polyamory, possessiveness, power imbalance, public sex, restraints/restrictions, roleplay, romance, roughness, sadism/masochism, saliva, size, somnophlia, sounds, spanking, teasing, temperature control, toys, voyeurism, worship

❇︎ : turn ons

neck kisses, hands on her waist, pretty smiles, intelligence

✗ : turn-offs, triggers, limits

any object that will harm her body (needles, knives, guns), blood play, cages, extreme pain play, extreme pet play, feederism, fisting, mummification, objectification, non-consent/rape, scat/piss, vomit

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•  physique : slender, petite, subtle s-line
•  eye color : dark brown
•  hair color : dark black
•  height : 161 cm (5'3")
•  tattoos : none
•  piercings : (both) lobe

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•  i will be relatively active for the next month, as i am taking a break from work.
•  however, while i am available, my muse is a little fickle. i took a break from work due to the excessive burnout i got from school, so please be patient with me.

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☽ : fears

getting taken advantage of again.

☾ : secrets

now, now, darling. why would she ever share her secrets, even with her writer?

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Validation. There was nothing more validating than proving her father wrong. He had doubted her when she told him she wanted to go to law school for reasons obvious to the both of them. Their wealth was built on crime—nothing of what they did embraced the letter of the law. But she had proved him wrong time and time again whenever she

Showing her father her license to practice was perhaps the most gratifying thing she had ever done, because the look on his face radiated of pride—and nothing could ever compare to a father's pride for his daughter.

"Well done, my gem," her father had said. "You have earned your place in the world and proved yourself a worthy member of this family."

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•  relationship : lover

•  nickname(s) : joon

–  brief background.

Here.

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Safety was a luxury often taken for granted. She realized this the night she stayed alone at home. Her husband was out for work—he often was—and she was mindlessly staring at a movie in her living room, seated on her chiffon couch with a red, silk robe hanging loosely around her slender frame. A glass of wine was nestled in between her fingers, her other hand reaching over to tap twice at her phone's screen beside her lap. A few messages, but none from her husband. She had heaved a frustrated sigh while picking up the remote and turning off the television, picking up her phone as she stood up and turned around to head upstairs to her bedroom.

Then, a gasp. Her own, followed soon after by the sound of metal clanking and glass shattering on marble tiles. Her feet, wet and cold from her wine, were rooted where they were. Because blocking her path to her bedroom was a hooded man in all black, a mask covering his face. His fingers were wrapped around a gun, the barrel of which pointed at her face.

Instinctively, she held her hands up. He commanded her to give him whatever was worth something, and she led him to her bedroom, which connected to her closet of clothes and jewels and a safe that carried a stash of bills. And she had given him all she could, but he was not satisfied.

He wanted to see her. To see that robe fall off her shoulders and watch her succumb to him by getting on her knees. All the while that gun was pointed to her head. And as he unbuckled his belt while he kept that barrel pointed at her, she wondered if this would be her final act in this world. This cruel, final act that was nothing more than a means to humiliate her, a woman defenseless in her own home.

She prayed to God that her husband would come just in time before this demon had the chance to defile her in the sanctity of the haven they built together.

And he did—he came just in time just to see his wife's mouth just inches before a cock that wasn't his own, acrid tears of agony and terror streaming down her cheeks.

But he did not act. He stood there, watching as his wife got violated in front of his very eyes. And she saw it. The empty gaze. The absence of worry. The compassionless void. He did not care for her. He did not love her. He did not make good of the vows they exchanged during their wedding day.

His only gesture that bore some semblance of their marital vows was killing the man afterwards. But that was only after watching and hearing her suffer long enough to satisfy him.

Miyeon lost herself that night. She had been ruined, humiliated, and had confirmed that not only did the man she promised her heart and life to did not love her, but that he was cruel enough to watch her destruction.

So she killed him that night while he felt safe, when his eyes were shut and he was comfortably nestled in his pillow. And she watched as her perfect, silk sheets stained red.

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Her alias in VL. She parallels the myth of the goddess' abduction to the Underworld and her eventual rebirth to her own tragic story, when an agent of the devil had stripped her from her purity and all that was good inside of her.

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Miyeon is a licensed attorney, however she hasn't practiced since December. Broken beyond belief, she has had little motivation to do anything beside let the days pass by and the hours slip between her fingers.

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 –  why she became a member of venus lounge.

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 –  why she became a member of venus lounge.

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There is something about sleeping with another that gives her some semblance of control. It empowers her, to have someone at her mercy, when she had been at another's mercy before.

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•  eyes

Chocolate doe-eyes are often mistaken for innocence, however nothing beneath that pretty visage is pure—Miyeon is tainted by the demons of her past. Beneath that façade of innocence is a woman who has gone through hell, and who desires more than anyone can expect of her.

•  physique

With pilates as her exercise of choice, her figure is lithe yet toned. She has a pretty curve to her waist that flares out only slightly at the hips, giving her a softer, more delicate appearance.

•  nails

Always well manicured; nails on her fingers are naturally long (medium length) and almond-shaped, painted with a gel overlay of pinky nude. Her toenails are the same color.

•  clothing

If there's anything Miyeon values above all else, it is keeping appearances. She spends a lot of her (her father's) money on pretty clothes, handbags, jewels, and makeup—all to put on a pretty face for her husband and the rest of the world. Miyeon adores pretty dresses the most, ranging from fairly modest to dangerously skimpy, accessorized with diamonds and a pair of heels with red bottoms. Her lips are always perfectly painted with lipstick, which she loves to have smudged onto her cheeks while someone ruins her.

•  other

•  Here.

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❛  i always knew that something terrible would happen to me. 

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❛  i always knew that something terrible would happen to me. 

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But I never thought my husband would ever let it happen. Maybe he never loved me. Maybe he only wanted to marry for money. He certainly did a good job at fooling me otherwise. But I should have known better. He was poor. My father did not like me marrying a poor man, but how could he deny his daughter of the happiness he saw on her face? Happiness built on lies. He fooled everyone. Maybe he got tired of fooling me tonight. Maybe he saw an out. Maybe he saw an early payout for his end of the prenup. I don't know. I can't make sense of it. I can't think. I wish I had died. Maybe he thought I was as good as dead because I had been laying on the floor. Unmoving. Unresponsive. I wish I had died. It would have been a mercy if I had been killed. But I didn't die. I was alive. At least, enough for me to realize that he had fallen asleep on our bed. He looked too peaceful. Like nothing had occurred tonight. So I decided that he will take my place. If I couldn't die tonight, then he will. It is only right. I will set things right for the imbalance in my soul. So I went downstairs to my kitchen. I chose a knife from my collection of knives and picked the one I liked the least. I won't miss it as much. I walked back upstairs and stood over him. He looked so peaceful. I would have swooned at the sight of that face long ago. But he had not been a good husband throughout our short marriage. He had neglected me. He left me alone too many nights. He told me he was working late when I knew he was gambling. He did not care about me. He certainly did not love me. So I made him hurt. Let him feel what I felt. I stabbed him first at his stomach. I relished at the sound of his gasp. I waited for him to wake up. To see what I was doing to him. And when his eyes met mine, I stabbed him again, right between his legs. And then again at his chest. I stabbed him until he was lifeless, and when the light left his eyes, I stabbed his heart. That was where I hurt most. By the time I was done I stepped away from the bed and examined my work. My perfect bed, which I spent every morning making, was soiled with his filth. The white stained red. His blood was ruining it. I promised myself I'll order new sheets in the morning. But for now, I shall call my dad. Tell him what happened. He'll know what to do. He's the only one that has ever looked out for me, anyway.