The Brunt of Their Enmity
"Please, make yourself at home, and I hope you find your stay here comfortable," Alesha graciously led Arion and his entourage to a more luxurious and private room, far from the prying eyes of the casino floor. "Would you like me to arrange some lovely ladies or handsome young men?"
"Not at the moment," Arion declined, his recent encounter with Lily still fresh in his mind.
A faint disappointed sigh escaped some of Arion's entourage who had been trailing behind, which earned a soft chuckle from Alesha.
The exchange showcased the nuances of the environment they were in, with unspoken desires and temptations at every turn.
Alesha, despite being three to five years older than Arion's father, possessed an age-defying allure that was nothing short of captivating.
Her mature yet youthful appearance seemed almost ageless, and her poised presence exuded a sense of charisma that drew the gaze of anyone in her vicinity.