Chapter Twenty one

If the statues in the room had a mind of their own, they would have turned their heads to the side to avoid the burst of sin. The slaves present in the room could only look up at the statues that looked down at them or glared at them from the position they took. It had turned into a whore house, no; a whore house was still a decent place to be. Seductresses were the dying host at the mercy of the crazed Noble men who were out of their minds due to the drug filled atmosphere clouding the judgement and conscience they never had. With worn out battered and bruised body, hands tied to the back, some cried out for mercy but were shut with a blow to the mouth leading them to stay mute while they were used beyond repairs. Their masters for that day had ordered so they had to oblige. It was violence in form of pleasure. Before it got too intense, Noble ladies that still tried to maintain the form of decency filed out with male seducers in tow to find a room-depending on what they could stomach.

Lady Delilah sat on the water fountain slab holding a goblet in her hand while an entertained smile grazed her lips as the Noble ladies flocked round her talked, some holding ceramic pipes that puffed smoke into the already polluted air while some had white powdered substance below their nose that they shared while they contributed where they thought one ought to. That was their own form of pleasure. The sound of the water sprouting from the dragon's mouth and hitting the base below satisfied her already calm mind. Bringing the cup below her nose, Lady Delilah sniffed the flavored drink with her fingers twirling the liquid inside; the anti-aphrodisiac leaving an after taste on her tongue as it fought against the choking aphrodisiac that had been overdosed into the atmosphere. A noisy giggle left her mouth, making them think she was with them but honestly her body was there and her mind was not. The messed up royal ball was coming up and she would be a liar if she said she wasn't happy about it; apart from the Commoners thingy, the Romanians were attending. Just the thought of that made her expectations skyrocket. She had happened to come across one a long time ago and things got pretty heated after their encounter although the fuss between Sodalite and the Roman Empire still staged. Ever since that day, she had kept herself for him, praying and wishing that at one point they would meet again.

Boian. Her heart whispered his name, her tongue remembered his lips, her fingers had familiarized the feel of him. But upon all this, she was scared, scared that he didn't remember any of that, scared that he had moved on while she was stuck with lost feelings she couldn't bury. Surprise? She wouldn't be and she wouldn't blame him because she knew Romanian ladies were beauties especially their Warrior women.

Her position had changed whereby she sat on her side with a hand dipped into the pool water while the other held the goblet. Her gaze shifted from the cup to her reflection in the pool and for a second it changed to his face then changed again to their time together before it changed back to her rippled face as her fingers smacked the images that played from her head. Having nothing to do, she dropped the goblet on the slab with her half finished drink in it while she excused herself with a fake smile plastered on her lips and made her way to the shut doors. The double doors were pushed open and she stood eye to eye with Sir Landmark who stared- no, glared down at her with his smoky gaze. Her gaze moved to the person standing beside him and she snickered.

Landmark had not moved from the position he was but the sweet smell of wild oats and jasmin assaulted his nostril, making him want to close his eyes and inhale deeply. His gaze skimmed across every detail in the room, noticing the musicians that had been called in to play sensual music while they took turns seducing the Noble ladies in the room with the pleated skirt they wore, strapped and held firmly across their shoulders probably with nothing underneath to make the job faster and more efficient. For the Noble men, they didn't have any problem choosing seductresses when they could have two or three at the same time- one in between their legs to suck and nibble from the base all the way to the tip while the others would stroke from behind. No one was ashamed of the sizes they had as long as the drug filled atmosphere altogether with the seductresses and male seducers did their work well. His smoky gaze took in the scene of how seductresses were taken; some on the table, directly in seats or up against the wall. They were the establishment's property and they would be used how their masters for that day seemed fit. Bound to the establishment by a paper called a contract.

His head turned to look down at Genesis who was already looking up at him with pain in her eyes at the scene unfolding.

"I would love to have a word with Lady Delilah do you mind waiting out here?".

Genesis gave him a brief nod as he led her to rest against the hall wall while he assigned two armored guards to stand beside her. Leaving her behind with an assuring pat on the head, Landmark led the walk back into the room with Lady Delilah right beside him.