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What gifts could this lesser noble possibly have for the five of us? There is nothing in this world that either of us want for. No need to be gifted items, if we want something we take it and our favors are not so easily won.
I know what the Gifts are before I see them. Though I sit facing the door, Julius has a better view of the hall and the lecherous grin on his face tells me everything.
Eleven, human, women step into the room. They all vary in height and shape, clothed in sheer silks and sparkling gemstones. Veils cover their faces. They all have curves, there are no small breasts or flat bottoms in the line up.
Though it is an odd number. The noble notices as well. He is pulling the manager back out into the hall, even as the other Dukes stand to examine the women in closer detail.
“Why are there eleven?” the noble hisses. He is trying to keep his voice down, but with my hearing their conversation is not a private one, “I told you ten. Two per Duke. Now I look like a fool.”
The manager, nervous by the tremor in his voice, clears his throat, “Apologies, M’Lord, the last one is an addition. We...I made an exception because she is one of the most beautiful humans I have ever seen.”
“Huh,” the noble’s voice loses the heat from the initial outburst. “-and her purity?”
“Untouched. An Eris House guarantee. M’Lord.”
This is of no interest to me. The gifts, the women. It does not matter if there are ten or a hundred. The other Dukes can share what was meant for me among themselves. I am sure they assume we will all share the women anyway.
“There’s nothing on your nose, Carmichael.”
I turn to look at Julius, arching an eyebrow, “Pardon?”
There is a fire burning in his crimson eyes, either for a fight or a fuck. Whichever happens first. Julius answers, “You’re staring down your nose pretty hard. I was worried you were about to go cross eyed.”
I don’t want to tell them I have no interest. It isn’t a secret, where my focus or my thoughts lay. Women bring about emotions, ones that I have been raised to subdue as though I would any enemy. To lock them away where they cannot be used against me, or cloud my judgment. I will always stand tall, straight, and unbending to the whims of the flesh or heart.
Instead of answering Julius, I watch as the manager steps back into the room. With a polite bow, he lifts his hand. Taking hold of a rope, the movement causes the veils adorning the women to move. With one swift pull, all eleven veils are removed at the same time.
They are all, as implied by the standards of the establishment, extremely gorgeous women. Flawless skin, sparkling eyes set and determined to be chosen and please whichever Duke shows them interest first. Heads of rich brown and copper reds, caramel eyes and green. Though attractive, they are nothing that I have not seen before.
Perhaps Julius is right. I am looking down at these women. Though why shouldn’t I? They are beneath me. I have no desire to touch any of them.
Or so I was sure. I take a good look at the eleventh woman. The gamble. Perhaps this is the true moment where time comes to a stand-still. All I feel is the force of my breath leaving me. All I can hear is the pounding of my heart. This human, nothing about her seems exaggerated though everything is perfect. From the firmness of her breasts to the round swell of her ass. The golden threads of her blond hair frame the most beautiful face I have seen among humans or dark elves, set with a pair of deep sapphire blue eyes.
I have never seen such a timid looking creature before.
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DIANE
I’m sold.
“Welcome toEris House,” a foul, ring-encrusted turd of a man says to me as we shake hands over our verbal agreement.
I will be paid a hefty sum to be some sort of pleasure girl in this establishment. I’d expected to be sold as a slave, but they want me on their private menu. Apparently.
The black-clad, obscure man in the corner clears his throat.
“Oh, yes. Make your mark here. Everything official, you see,” the turd says, holding out a contract.
I can’t read it, but I get the feeling it would be best if they don’t know that. I make my mark after pretending to read the confusing squiggles, and the darkly-clothed man in the corner snaps his fingers.
Nervousness flutters in my heart as three plain-faced women in clean but simple garb rush in and grab me.
“You will be closely observed,” the black-clad man in the corner rasps. “You will do as you are told and give pleasure to whomever we tell you to.”
“Y-Yes, sir,” I say as the women tug me towards the door behind the desk, rather than the one I had entered.
The black-clad man nods. “We will fix your illiteracy later.”
