The Construct is fantasy made flesh, at least while the Dreamer remains asleep. She is at times as sweet and innocent as a novice in the ways of lust, and at others as brazen as any jaded street walker. Sometimes she is both at once, a living contradiction, for in a dream anything can be. Created to live out the repressed fantasies of the Dreamer, she is drawn like moth to flame to the most dangerous creatures the realm can provide, inevitably driven to seek her fate at cruel hands. Fear and pleasure and pain become so inextricably intertwined that the anticipation of a predator's touch becomes almost greater than the thing itself. She reacts as any human would: she bleeds when cut; she moans when touched; she screams and feels pain or pleasure as though she were not a mere dream, but a living, breathing person.

It is only in those moments when the Dreamer wakes, or when she dreams, that the Construct appears to be anything other than a normal (if somewhat mentally twisted) human woman. She can die like any of that so fragile species. But be warned: to seek the death of the Construct will only wake the Dreamer before the last beat of the dream-creature's heart. She will be reborn again each dream as whole and self destructive as ever, often with little memory of what has come before (though important things, like faces, will remain forever lodged in memory's passages). So play...twist...torment...torture. She's been oh, so bad, and the Dreamer knows it. Absolve them both of their guilt by taking control, and turning that sweet Construct form against the soul inside it. They'll thank you for it.

Who is the Dreamer?

What is the Construct?

The simple explanation.