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"It was very intentional," he promised, pressing one hand to my lower back and leading me towards a bar at the side. "Have you ever been to a club for polite gentlemen before, Ela?"
"Not even once," I assured him.
So Thiemo took me to the bar. "Whiskey for me, and whatever my date wants."
The bartender nodded. "Sir?"
"Priest," I corrected. "And I prefer port."
So Thiemo turned to lean his back against the counter. "Over there, men sit around and discuss their next business idea. On the other side of the room, they use those businesses to gamble, offering the titles away like they aren't the family's fortune. In the back, we often sneak in a mistress, because there are rooms to rent upstairs for a man who needs a 'short stay.' It's all very polite, of course."
"Sounds like it," I said around a chuckle. "And I'm sure that no one's wife would suggest otherwise."
"Definitely not." He paused to accept our drinks, then passed me mine. "What I'm wondering, though, is how tonight is going to go. It's not uncommon for someone to have a little 'display' in the middle of the room. I can't say that I've ever seen dancing, though." He looked back. "Do you know?"
"There are no plans for dancing," the bartender admitted. "Well, except the girls who will be on the tables."
"Of course they will," I grumbled
Because that explained what the priestesses who hadn't secured a date would be doing. It also annoyed me a little, and evidently, Thiemo saw. Tilting his head, he led me away from any overly interested ears and to a spot on the wall in the general area of where Zayr and Nari were wandering. Wraythe followed me like a silent shadow.
"I thought Entertainment specialists danced," he said when we were as alone as it was possible to get in this room.
I turned to face him, putting my back to everyone else. Casually, I took a sip of my drink. "We are not whores. Our purpose isn't to satisfy your need to get off. It's to educate, distract, and improve your life in some way. To give you an outlet so your temptations do not become dangerous. To stop an abuser before his rage is turned on a child, or give a rapist his fantasy in a controlled way."
Thiemo just reached up to trail his finger down my chest. "And what are you improving in my life, Priest Eladehl?"
I shifted closer. "You want to be wild enough and distracting enough to take the pressure off that sexy man of yours. I am here to help you. The only problem with this is that I do not get embarrassed, and I do not have limits. So, if you want me to drop to my knees and suck you off in the middle of this room, I will. If you want me to press you against this wall and choke you in the process, I can do that. Just know that every single fantasy that just sped through your mind? There is a price to pay for giving in to them."
"And if I want to shove you against that wall?" he asked.
My eyes dropped to his crotch, aware of the growing bulge. "Then I'll shove your face into the seat of your carriage when we leave. We both know you're not a dominant, Thiemo."
"I'm not in bed," he agreed. "I am, however, the more dominant in our social circles. I am quite the rogue, you know, always causing those scandals. And if it happens that people think I took advantage of a very drunk man, well then it works out even better."
So I lifted my glass and took another drink. "How drunk should I be to make it clear that this is what you usually do?"
"At least five of those," Thiemo said. "But if you drink that many, I'm not touching you."
I just leaned in, caging him against the wall with my presence. "After five of these, I might start to feel a little warm. I can fake my intoxication, though. So, for the sake of hearing that man's voice again, I will be your bitch tonight."
Thiemo's eyes dropped to my lips. "And what will I owe you for that?" he asked.
"Think of it as payment for the pastries," I decided.
"And what will my price be?" he asked next, clearly understanding how this really worked.
I pressed my hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating much too fast for as calm as he looked. "You will be ridiculed. Your mother will scream about another scandal, now, just when your family doesn't need it. Maela will listen, though, when it gets to be too much, because Zeal always charges his faithful less. And when Zayr decides to pull Nari into his lap, making it clear that he prefers beautiful women to scandalous men, you will be happy for him."
Shielded by the position of our bodies, Thiemo let his finger move a little lower, tripping it down over my belt and right to the bulge in my pants that was only just starting to think about waking up. Then, his finger traced my length.
"But Iamhappy for him. You see, I learned something from my friends at the temple. I learned how to share the happiness, Ela. I learned how to put aside my masks - and I'm not perfect at it yet, but I have learned how - and I've made it very clear to the man I'm much too invested in that he deserves this." Then he cupped my length. "I also gave him the ten thousand gold to make sure he got the most amazing woman I know. Because, if I can't touch her, I want to hear all about it from someone who has."
I pressed into his hand. "I think we're going to be very, very good friends." Then I tossed back the last of my drink. "And I need at least four more of those. But don't worry about how drunk I am. If Wraythe lets you, then I'm not that drunk."
"Very good friends," Thiemo agreed as he pulled his hand away.
I leaned back, he turned and headed for the bar again, and Wraythe dropped against the wall beside me. "So, do you want me to call him off if you are drunk?"
