Wealth of the Young masters

About five minutes ago....

Viscount Peter took steps, and then through a corner with two big guards with masked faces.

Although they looked rough as a result of the ragged clothes they wore, they both had an insignia of a well respected noble house on their chests.

"The Young master has been expecting you," one of the guards spoke in a deep bass voice.

Viscount Peter nodded and proceeded into the room.

This room was well spaced. It was also well decorated for comfort. It had a long comfortable couch.

A young dark haired man sat on it. A small tamed core beast snake sat around his neck. This was obviously his pet.

On each side of his arms, were women.

One of them fed him grapes from the small round table.

Another one stroked his partially undressed chest with her pointy fingers.

From time to time, he groped them, enjoying the feel of the burst on him. He even stole kisses once in a while.