☜☆☞Discretion. Devotion. Dominion. ☜☆☞

A message draped in encrypted layers, decoded only by those who know what to seek.

“There are some hungers CONCORD cannot regulate.
Some contracts no broker dares notarize.
Some loyalties… purchased with more than ISK.”

Across New Eden, power plays out in open war and market games.
But behind the curtain, influence whispers. Knees bend. Control is sold by the hour—and some are very, very rich in it.

A private Syndicate, known only to those who know how to look, offers tailored experiences to those craving more than ships and standings. It is led by a name not spoken often, but remembered well:

Alicia Pollard
Mistress. Broker. Keeper of Collars.


Now accepting discreet inquiries from:
• Capsuleers in need of structure
• Individuals seeking purpose, punishment, or play
• Patrons interested in rare bonds—paid or earned
• Entities requiring unorthodox loyalty enforcement or testing

Tribute is the cost.
Control is the product.
Access is never guaranteed.


☜☆☞ Interested parties may locate the first key by joining the channel:
“Syndicate of Submission” (public, but filtered)
Further… introductions will be handled privately.

Subtlety is survival. Respect is required. Payment is expected.
You don’t join the Syndicate. You kneel for it.

“Loyalty without pain is just preference.”

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How quaint…

Quaint? Perhaps. Simplicity breeds obedience, after all.
And if that offends you… rest assured: it was never meant for you.

Offended? Hardly. More… amused.

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