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The place never really appealed to me…
A literal cesspool of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Granted, I was the one supplying the drugs but it was still an unsavoury place. On multiple occasions ol’ Jasper tried to have me join his little flock of whores. Says the whole catgirl thing is exotic. Says the ears and tail are a sort of kink. Fuckin’ racist ol’ prick.
I walked down the dimly lit hallway, the click clack of the shiny black heels I wore barely muted out the sound of muffled lovers, strangers, and kinksters behind closed doors. It was quiet, really, considering two floors down was raving nightclub, powered by magical blinking lights and an array of live music.
He was lucky I put up with his ridiculous dress-code. Black heels, fishnet stockings? How were these even made? Then the biggest insult of all. A yukata inspired black silken gown. It looked like something one would wear to bed. Jasper said it was because it was Akashiman inspired. That it’d match me, because again, I was ‘exotic’ I only wore it because I taxed the old man for it. Added a hefty fee to my service charge. And money talks. Hell, I’d wear nipple tassles if he paid me enough. So long as I wasn’t touched by one of his seedy patrons. I didn’t give a fuck what people saw.
Around my waist I wore two coin pouches. One was mine, the other - Jaspers. In my right hand I carried a small wooden box that held the room service orders for the night. Several potions. Most were the ‘Love Potions’ that were handed out on the lower floor. Others were more...interesting. Paralysing potions, ones that heated the body, salves that felt like ice against the skin. All sorts of kinky shit I’d probably never get the chance to try. My standards were too high.
I paused at a red door with the numbers ‘303’ embellished on it. I gave a small knock. There were sounds of movement before a male drow in his early twenties answered the door with naught but a towel around his waist. “What?†his silver eyes glanced up and down my form. Yeh, that’s it pervert. Take it all in. His annoyed frown turned into a bemused smirk. “Oh? To what do I owe-â€
I stopped him mid sentence and held out my hand. “You ordered the cold salve and the love potion. That’s 30 gold.†I leaned forward slightly, allowing the curvature of my breast to peek out a little more. “40 if you like me.†I added with a smirk.
The guy disappeared then returned a few seconds later and shoved a small pouch of coins in my hand, I gave him the potions in exchange. I didn’t need to count them. Hell the pouch had way more than that in there.
Poor dumb fuck will probably wonder where all his hard earned coin went in the morning. Oh well. Not my problem, just my profit.
I continued like this down the rest of the dimly lit hall. Always charging more so I could skim a hefty chunk off the top. Thaynes know I’d need it. I’d have to send a shit tonne to my dumb ass sister just so she can live her flippant life the way she wants. It pissed me off how she was so carefree, but at th same time - how could I be so mad when she only had so many damn years on this hellhole of a planet?
I snorted, now was not the time to get sentimental. Now was the time to get drunk and count my coin.
Rooms 301-305 were free. They were the premium ones, all sorts of shit in there, and probably the only rooms that were thoroughly cleaned. They had to be. Fuck knows what went on in there. I passed them then down the red carpeted stairs and into Jaspers office.
I sighed as I headed straight to the desk in the corner. Throwing myself into the chair.I rocked back on the chair, throwing my feet up onto the small corner desk. It was shitty, a splintery second hand wreck. You’d think the old man would have splurged a lil’ more. Especially as It was essentially mine. I mean, granted, I didn’t use it much. I made all my potions away from the establishment and it wasn’t like I dealt in any paperwork. Its main use was for me to count coin and have a drink. But fuck. I felt like I deserved a new desk at the very lest. I made quick work of dividing the coin, I threw the smaller of the pouches onto Jaspers desk and shoved the other underneath the potions. “Ah Fuck it.†I muttered as I pushed myself away from the chair and headed over to his desk.
Jensen kept the good Alcohol in the third draw, along with a few crystal glasses. Used it to schmooze his business guests. I was technically a business guest. Hell. I made all the potions he asked for, I sold them, I laced them with nicotine - I did it all. Whatever he asked.
He paid me well so what did I care if a few people got a lil’ addicted to some love-making potions. What were the side effects? Too much sex? ‘ Oh lordy someone call the fuckin’ guard those people are having too much sex for my sensitive little heart!’
I scoffed as I pulled out a decanter along with a crystal glass. I opened it and wriggled my nose. I smelt...hmm...spice blends? A type of whiskey? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care. I poured myself a large glass and threw it back in three large gulps.
I was in the middle of pouring myself another when the door opened.
Shit, caught in the act.
“Yo. Jasper!†I said with a small wave as I lifted the drink to my lips. He looked disgruntled. Hah. Take that you old codger. My yellow eyes drifted to the tall man behind him. I had no idea who the fuck he was. But holy hell he had very old soul. Older than he looked. There was a lingering aura of...what? Water? Divinity? I narrowed my gaze at the man. Just what the hell was that?
“What, is the man next to you? Several hundred years old?â€
“Ahh, Ayaka. Looking ravishing as always.â€
“Bite me.†I snapped back. Jasper gave me a hungry grin. Oh I knew. I knew that’s exactly what he wanted to do. But if he tried, he knew he’d loose me and my potions. The very potions that made his little hotbed of erotica ‘the place’ to go. Without me he was nothing more than an old horny man.