"Your next trial, Trickster… is to tame the unknown."
Joker doesn’t flinch. He’s done impossible things. But this time, Igor presents something far more intimate: Merope. A mysterious, otherworldly beauty, summoned before him in the Velvet Room.
She lowers her head, voice soft. "As your wish."
There’s no hesitation after that. Only heat. He takes her in doggy position, her body tense at first… unfamiliar, untested. But as his rhythm builds, so does her pleasure.
Soft gasps turn to breathy moans. Her hips push back. Her voice trembles with need. She submits fully, slowly, beautifully, losing herself in the moment, in him.
Joker stays in control the entire time. Every thrust is a command. Every whimper is obedience. And when he finishes deep inside her, Merope knows the trial is complete. The desire it awakened won’t fade so easily.