In The Lobby, you're asked directly: "Do you wish to participate as conquest prize? Voluntary but real?"
YES. First time you've said it without shame. Without hiding. YES.
"Understood. You'll be entered into Games as conquest prize. Warriors will compete for you. Victor claims you. You belong to him until you choose to leave (MBC Rule 3 always active)."
This is consent. Adult. Informed. Voluntary. And it grants you what you've always wanted: To be WON.
What winners do with prizes: Claim you publicly. Display dominance. Breed aggressively (if you consent to pregnancy). Protect fiercely (you're valuable—won through combat).
Culture: Traditional masculine dominance. You're property of warrior (but voluntary property with exit rights).
Breeding farms: Top warriors' women live together, raise warrior children collectively
If you want pure dominance. Raw masculine conquest. Traditional gender dynamics to extreme.
Alternative: Be warrior woman yourself. Fight in combat. Also be prize (paradoxically).
Model: Fight alongside men, but can also be "won" by man who defeats you in combat
Culture: Respect through combat. Conquered by equal. Submit to one who proved superior.
If you want to fight but also submit to worthy victor.
The battle: Red Banner vs Golden Horde. Territory + prize pool (you're in it) at stake.
Red Banner wins. Their warriors return victorious. Public claiming ceremony. Victor approaches you: "I won you. You're mine now."
The words you've fantasized about for years. Happening. REALLY happening.
You submit. Publicly. Ceremonially. Everyone watching knows: You were WON. You belong to him.
The validation is overwhelming. Your desires aren't shameful. They're ENACTED. Legitimately. Openly.
You serve him. Completely. He commands, you obey. He protects, you submit. He owns, you belong.
This is what you wanted. Not performance. Not fake domination in bedroom while everything else equal. TOTAL. His word is law. His will is yours.
And protected: MBC Rule 3 active (you can leave anytime). But you don't want to. This is home.
He asks: "I want you to bear my children. Warrior sons and daughters. Will you?"
Your choice. Your consent. Your decision.
You say yes. Not because owned (you are, voluntarily). But because: You want to breed warrior children. Want to be mother to Red Banner lineage. Want your genetics mixed with his.
Conquest led to submission. Submission led to devotion. Devotion leads to motherhood. This is the arc you wanted.
One year ago: Hiding my desires. Ashamed of wanting conquest. Performing "empowered woman" while fantasizing about submission.
I rallied to Games as conquest prize. Voluntary. Informed. Adult choice.
I was won by Red Banner warrior. Conquered in front of thousands. Claimed publicly. Owned completely.
And it's PERFECT. The fantasy made real. Consensual but total. Protected but possessed.
I'm 6 months pregnant now. Our son will be warrior. I'll raise him in Red Banner culture. Then he'll fight. Conquer. Continue lineage.
I found the world where conquest is legitimate. Where submission is respected. Where being won is honored role.
Modern feminism says I'm brainwashed. Oppressed. Victim.
I laugh. I'm FULFILLED. My desires enacted. My fantasy lived. My choice respected.
From shame to pride. From hiding to claiming. From fake equality to real conquest. This is what consent looks like when it's HONEST.
From shameful fantasy
To legitimate desire
To consensual conquest
To fulfilled submission
đź’— Won. Owned. Willing. Happy. đź’—