Cloaked in an ensemble of pure ebony, Lucian was dressed in a fine suit, his best shoes and a hip length cloak coat with interior fur lining. The cane he walked with was purely for decoration and a statement of status but one that he rather enjoyed to use now and again just because.
In the slums of course, most people wouldn't have dared to go out after night fall and walk the streets alone with the riches he wore and carry. Lucian however did not concern himself with such, he'd made a lasting impression on the worst of menaces in the slums a long time ago - there were very few foolish enough to try and test him in a duel.
Slithering like a snake in the grass through the shadows and passing light, the wizard made his way to the building he had purchased under a false name and pushed through the backdoor. He wanted to arrive well before his newest 'puppet' showed up, both to have the upper hand and inspect his property. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the little waif to show up so their new found 'relationship' could begin.
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Lilyana pulled her cloak tighter against her as she walked small but quick steps through the slums. She looked at each building she passed waiting until she'd finally reach her destination and have a meeting with the ghastly man she fitted just yesterday. She hated the situation she was in and wished there was a type of magic to perform that could make it all go away. There was no way she could obliviate him. She wasn't good enough, and him being an Obliviator himself would make it most difficult.
The situation was dire and she only hoped that she could provide for him the means that would keep his mouth shut. She couldn't think of anything he could ask of her that he didn't already have, so she was curious as to what it was he would want. She didn't have much to offer, and certainly nothing he couldn't readily get elsewhere so there was a sick sort of curiosity she felt as to what it would be that he'd ask of her.
She hoped with all her being that whatever it was, she'd be able to provide it. Whatever it was, she knew she would do anything she could to provide it for him. Absolutely anything. Her blood status was her best kept secret, and the fact that anyone knew made her physically ill. She looked slightly more pale than usual, after being sick earlier in the day from fear of it. She had to keep this blackmail a secret, for fear of worrying her mother into sickness. She would handle the situation by herself, this she was determined to do, and no one would be the wiser. Then maybe she could get on with her life and forget it ever happened.
She scoffed at her idealism. This man wouldn't let her out of his clutches easily, and she knew that. He would hold this over her for the rest of her life, she was certain of it. The thought of living constantly with the fear of being outed for the monster she wasà it was a terrible thought. She didn't think she could live like that, but she would have no other choice and she would persevere.
Finally arriving to the place she was told to, she gave a tentative knock on the door before turning the knob and walking in. "Hello?" She called in a hushed sort of tone, loud but still somehow subdued. She had a feeling of dread as she walked further into the place looking for Mr. Allaird. She closed her eyes tight and took in a deep breath. Oh how she wished she could will this all away.
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Watching her enter, Lucian stood back in the shadows and let the little waif breath in the reality of her new situation. She was stuck, like a fly in the web. He had her caught right in her clutches and part of Lucian prayed she would squirm, just a little, to entertain him even more. Observing for those first few initial minutes, Lucian drew his wand from his sleeve and approached her quietly from behind.
With his wand spinning in his fingers, the Wizard lifted his free hand and gently swept her hair up from her back and over her shoulder. "...Good evening Ms.Orlov." He cooed, his voice deep as a wolfs growl as the very, lightest tip of his finger slithered up along the back of her neck. "You're looking quite ravishing, my dear - a lovely dress indeed."
Grinning as he watched her closely for her reaction, to see just how much he may or may not have startled her, Lucian's dark brooding eyes narrowed intensely as he patiently waited for her to recollect herself. "...I'm glad to see you're not a lady of poor habits, tardiness would not bode well for your situation. See to it you continue to show up on time, Lilyana. I'd hate to feel abandoned in the future and prematurely deliver a certain owl to the daily prophet hmm?"
Ensuring to reassert his dominance over the situation and her, Lucian let his eyes graze down her body as he pleased. Unabashed about being caught and even less concerned about what she thought on the matter. Maybe one day, when he'd cemented her role in this little relationship he'd take her to bed - but for now, he'd keep it simple and let her learn her new place.
"As of now, you'll be attaining a few new customer clients. They'll come to you randomly and from different referral's. You'll know these clients because each of them will be sent by someone who always have the initials L.L. The names may change but the initials will be the same - you understand so far?"
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Opening her eyes after taking in her deep breath she looked around the room, looking for any hint of life. She saw none and stood there, waiting for him to appear out of thin air like she expected he would. It was just like a story book she decided, the situation she was in. A part of her still hoped that she would open her eyes and find it all to be a twisted figment of her imagination. That perhaps it was all just an elaborate dream derived from her fear of being found out and her discomfort with Mr. Allaird. But she knew it wouldn't happen. She knew that this situation was very real indeed, and that caused a feeling of dread to blossom in the pit of her stomach.
She was given a slight fright when he stepped out from the shadows, wand drawn and walking towards her. Not enough for it to show, of course. She kept her composure moved her hair and trailed his finger down the back of her neck. She gave an involuntary shiver at the motion, feeling angry with herself for giving him any sort of reaction, one that she knew he would revel in. He was just the sort to hold it over her, she was certain and she waited for him to comment on it in any form.
When he complimented her she thought of swinging around and saying that it was not for him that she was dressed so, but she kept her mouth shut as he went on, saying that it was good she was not a person of bad habits such as tardiness. She too was thankful for her promptness, or else that letter he spoke of would be on its way to the Daily Prophet. She just hoped she would continue to please him. As sick as the thought of pleasing him in any form was, she knew that if she didn't do his bidding that her secret would be out. He didn't seem the sort to have any compassion, and Lilyana was not about to test that theory.
She felt sick to her stomach as his eyes trailed down her body, no doubt undressing her with his eyes. The thought made her put her arm up protectively as though shielding her bosom from his vision. But she knew it didn't matter. He'd just be imagining it all the same. And she was under no illusions that this was the first time he had looked at her so. No, she knew it wasn't. She wouldn't be surprised if he asked for her body as payment for being quiet, and while the thought of lying with him and giving him her virginity caused her stomach to feel ill, she knew she would do it if it meant keeping him quiet.
When he explained the situation, her brows furrowed. She understood what he was saying, but she didn't understand what it was for. Surely he wasn't giving her more business as a seamstress, and as such she looked to him, brows still furrowed and said: "I don't understand. Clients for what exactly?" She was confused, and she was sure that confusion was etched across her face, but she didn't care. There was no use hiding anything from the man that seemed to know everything already.
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Whether he delighted in her discomfort and anxiety throughout the situation did not show. Lucian, a man of many masks, prided himself on the fact he could wear stoicism as an expression flawlessly. So no matter how she may have tried, his thoughts after that brief wanton moment of examining her body, were his alone. Which was truly as it should be in his mind.
Her words echoed through the empty chamber of space, despite the low volume of the whisper she spoke. It didn't take much for a tone to carry in the warehouse but as empty as it was he didn't feel concerned. He'd cast a few protective spells as he'd arrived and should any living creature pass through the proximity of the building his detector charm would alert him to their presence. No, for now they were well and safe and he had but to explain a little more to his new favorite pawn.
"Why, your job of course." He looked at her, dropping his stoic expression in exchange one of disapproval. She wasn't actually a halfwit but Lucian couldn't help himself and look at her as one in that moment. "They'll require different works done, maintenance, embellishing and a few might even request a brand new dress or shirt from you if they think you can handle it."
Surprisingly enough, Lucian was actually quite confident in the little seamstress. She had a talented hand for her craft and knew she'd please the people he sent to her very well. "However, these people will also be very significant members of our society and I'll need you to earn their trust, speak with them and inform me of what they say. Play the role of seamstress and confidant but most important, you must serve as my own personal spy."
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She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when he told her what she'd be doing. Her job. When he added that she'd be his little spy, her eyes narrowed. "Spying? You want me to be a spy?" She said it somewhat shocked. Why she was shocked that he'd use her as such, she wasn't sure. He didn't seem at all above such trickery, that much was obvious by the situation she found herself in. He obviously had very questionable morals, so spying really shouldn't have been a shock.
Perhaps it was because it could get her in trouble with other people. If they found out she was spying, she'd have to explain why and then her secret would be out. Either way was a losing street, Lilyana thought with dread. No matter what she did, she would be found out and it would be disastrous. She just had to hope no one found out that she was spying on them for anything. She was thankful in that moment for her ability to cover up her true emotions and thoughts, more so than she had ever been in her life.
"I can do that, Mr. Allaird. If that is what it will take, then I'm willing to do it." She hated to say that, but it was the truth and she had to let him know so that he would keep her secret. At this point she was willing to do just about anything if it meant that her secret would remain just that: a secret. She hated that she was so willing, but it would be a pointless battle. Short of killing him there was nothing she could do to keep her secret without having to do his bidding. And she knew she couldn't kill him. She didn't have it in her to kill anyone, even loathsome people such as Lucian Allaird.
Straightening out nonexistent wrinkles in her dress she cleared her throat and looked Lucian in the eyes. "Is that all, Mr. Allaird or do you need more from me?" She hoped this would be all for the night. She didn't like being in his company even for the shortest amount of time and hoped to be able to return home. If it got any later she wouldn't be able to attribute it to work; her mom would worry and she didn't want that at all.
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His smile was relatively charming and earnestly so. He was glad that the little witch had figured it out for herself. It meant that he'd picked the right person for the job, even if he hadn't initially known what the job would be. "Why, you are delightfully astute, Ms.Orlov." Lucian smirked, reached forward lightly and trailed a feather light touch down along the side of her throat.
"Yes, I require certain information from certain people - it will be your job to befriend and learn their secrets to the best of your ability - no matter what it takes." His final words rang through with a touch of warning, his meaning read clearly between the lines that he truly didn't care if she had to service the men on her knees in a way that didn't involve a sewing kit or let them up her skirt tails. He would get this information and she would deliver it no matter the method it would take to obtain it.
Abruptly, Lucian's soft touch turned hard. His sweet caress snaking tight around to the back of her neck as he grabbed her by the hair, yanked her in hard to his body and before she could properly react, was claiming her mouth with a bruising passion against his own. His lips suckled the pouts of hers and his tongue skillfully invaded the warm abyss of her mouth. Toying and writhing against the warm, pink muscle it housed. Sharply Lucian sucked her tongue between his lips, pulling at it with his teeth in carnal want.
She was sweet to taste and unable to stop himself, Lucian backed her forcefully up against the nearest wall and pinned her slight figure between the wall and the hard slate of his body. His one hand claiming her hip with an iron hard grasp while the other slithered upward and started to grope at her bosom hiding beneath her neckline.
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Lilyana knew from the tone of his words that when he said she was to do anything necessary to get the information he sought that he meant anything. The thought of performing sexual tasks was a sickening one to her indeed. Not that the thought of being intimate with someone was sickening, but to do what she'd never done in the name of blackmail rather than loveà well she didn't like the idea of that at all. She didn't expect she'd ever be performing any sort of sexual acts with anyone. She couldn't afford to get close enough to someone to let that happen, but if she could she always imagined she'd wait until she fell in love. A small part of her still held out that hope, even though she knew she couldn't fall in love.
She was a monster, and letting someone close enough to love her was a bad decision. Not that anyone could love her once they found out what she was. It was a disgusting, loathsome thing she was: half vampire. She was unlovable in her eyes, and she was certain that she'd never lay with a man. And even despite that, she was sure that if she did, it would be in the name of love. And so she promised herself that she would get the information by other means. She was a seamstress after all and oftentimes people unloaded all of their secrets to her. It was like an unwritten law that what was said between client and tailor stayed between client and tailor.
Lilyana flinched when his grasp on her became rougher, not having time to comprehend the situation before he was kissing her, tongue invading her mouth. She'd never been kissed before, and though she was certain it could be lovely, this most certainly was not. It was rough and carnal, nothing unexpected from the man before her. She squirmed in his grasp, making a slight noise of her struggle but before she could get a steady movement going to free herself she found that he had her pinned to the wall.
She felt sick as his hands ran over her bosom, groping her through her clothes. She was shaking her shoulders in attempt to shake him off of her but it wasn't working. When finally he broke their kiss she looked at him, not even trying to mask her emotions and said, "Please Mr. Allaird. Don't do this." She was scared, and caught off guard and she didn't care that he knew it in that moment. Her tone was pleading as she asked him this, and she contemplated just grabbing her wand and cursing him. But it would serve her no good to upset him.
She was determined, however, to escape this night untouched by the loathsome man before her.
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She writhed like a worm baited on a hook and Lucian thought it nothing less than glorious. She was lithe, slender and delicate. Fragile to the point of being breakable, something that pushed the Wizard into wanting to find out for himself just how far he would get before she completely 'broke' beneath his weight. Little doll that she was, he was torn by two separate instincts on how to react to her pleas.
On the first hand, she was desperate and shamefully so. It showed through her eyes more than her words that her plea's were more than just a little earnest. She was scared, uncertain and vulnerable. It was this part of her doll like stature that made Lucian want to protect her. To scoop her up and shelter her from the world - despite the fact that it was himself who she needed sheltering from.
On the other hand, she was vulnerable. Like a lamb exposed to the lions teeth, she could do nothing and the wave of empowerment fed fuel to his desire. Oh most certain he wanted her. She was, unique, this little doll and Lucian if nothing less, could in the least respect that quality in a woman when he came across it.
"Hmm." Lucian peeled himself back but kept the full weight of his eyes pressed into her own. The dark, brooding gaze reflected their surroundings and in that moment seemed more demon black than anything else. Releasing his hold of her flesh all together, Lucian remained tight in her proximity but in the least physical let her go of his grip. "Is that what you'll do if one of my customers comes onto you, dolly? Shrivel into yourself and turn meek as a mouse, is it?"
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Lilyana was pleased when he let go of her, though he remained in close proximity. She wanted nothing more than to turn and leave, able to get out of his presence. She didn't like the air that surrounded him, there seemed to be no redeeming qualities to the man. In truth, she was shocked that he stopped like she had asked, it was something she most definitely hadn't anticipated from him no matter how much she'd wished for this outcome.
The fact that he'd heeded her pleads caused her to think that perhaps he wasn't all evil, but even if he wasn't, she still hated him. He was blackmailing her into something she didn't want to do. She didn't want any of this to be happening, but it was and she knew she had to deal with it as best as she could. She would do his bidding and she would do it well, utilizing almost any means necessary to gain the information he sought.
But to be touched by one of the menà she didn't think she could bear it. She would have to deal with things as they came, and she hoped that none of the men he sent her way were as perverse as himself. So long as they were nothing like Lucian Allaird, she could deal with them. This she was certain of. She wasn't after all na´ve to the charm she seemed to have. She knew that men found her attractive for whatever reason, and she would utilize that attraction without it going too far of course.
"I'm unsure of how to answer that, Mr. Allaird." She swallowed harshly, regaining her composure. Straightening out her dress and folding her arms over her chest she looked him in the eyes and spoke: "But rest assured, your bidding will get done. This much I promise to you." She held her head high with her words, more to comfort herself than to prove anything to him. She would not be seen as a weakling, no matter the previous circumstances.
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Unimpressed was far from how Lucian felt about her answer. She was a bright, sensual little witch. She had a talented eye for stitching and sewing which meant she likely had a degree of intelligence as well. In fact, from the look in her eyes Lucian was certain she was an intelligent witch - more than most witches he knew. So no, he wasn't impressed with her quivering, little answer...
Launching himself forward, Lucian caught her by the throat harshly and slammed her back against the wall. Dark eyes set with a glimmer of violence glazing over their surface. His broad shoulders were set, his torso unmoving as a mountain and his arm in that moment seemed an unbreakable length of steel strength as his fingers began to slowly crush and, in all likelihood, bruise her throat.
"Your lack of conviction on the matter inspires very little faith, Ms.Orlov." Lucian's voice, although low, rumbled out with a foreboding like thunder in the distance. "And if I do not have faith in you then I have even less purpose in keeping your secret..." His words of warning were spoke with venom, like a cobra striking right to the heart. "Convince me." He growled, pulling her forward close to his face then shoving her abruptly backward and into the wall - momentarily releasing his hold on her throat to give her one last opportunity. "Convince me, your interest in the matter is earnest as you'd convince one of my costumers your interest in them is earnest."
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Lilyana flinched as he launched himself forward, grabbing her by the throat and pushing her against the wall. Instantly her hands went up to grip his, scratching at them to get him to relieve pressure. She was having a hard time breathing the way he held her, but she kept her face impassive. She wouldn't let him know how frightened she was. She would not allow him the pleasure of knowing how much control he had over her, how much fear he'd invoked in her. She wouldn't let him know any of those things if she could help it, but something told him that he already knew.
She listened to him as he told her that she wasn't inspiring much faith and that if he didn't have faith in her he was less inclined to keep her secret. She honestly didn't know what to say to him, what would make him believe that she would gather the information he so desired. The dread in the pit of her stomach grew as she listened to him further. As he asked for convincing, she felt sick to her stomach, still gasping for what little air she could get. She had no idea what he wanted her to do to convince him, and finally getting his grip loosened she threw his hands aside and spoke.
"I don't know what you want me to do, Mr. Allaird. Name it and I shall obey. I swear to you," her voice held much conviction as she spoke through her gasps, "I will gather all the information you desire. I will utilize any means necessary, be it my body or not. I will get things done." She said the last phrase heavily, hoping to relay how very much she meant it. She wasn't sure about using her body û she hoped she wouldn't have to, but she was starting to realize even more how very little choice she had in the matter.
Straightening out her dress that wasn't disheveled, she looked to him with utter conviction. "The information you seek will be yours. This much I swear to you." She hoped her words were enough. She hoped that he would see that she meant them û she would do anything to keep her secret just that: a secret. Straightening herself up she looked to him with fire in her eyes, determination to show him that she could get the job done, and awaited a response.
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Less and less she seemed to keep his attention and Lucian began to honestly doubt if this female had been the right choice for what he needed. Certainly she had spunk and guts but if she couldn't at least pretend to be interested in a man to get information out of him what good would she possible be? None at all, in fact and tha twas exactly what Lucian stood, arms folded over his chest contemplating whether to keep the little waif or wipe her memories and find someone else.
Her own words however would inspire a new idea for Lucian. She was gorgeous, the type of witch any man would desire with that sweet face and those thick lips. Her mouth was becoming more nad more desirable as he remained in her presence but when push came to shove what he couldn't see at the moment mattered as much as what he could see.
'I don't know what you want me to do, Mr. Allaird. Name it and I shall obey. I swear to you'
"Is that right? Well then, let's test that theory shall we?" Lucian spoke with a dark menace glowing inside of his eyes. Like a black star out in the distance, nothing but a minimal amount of light would reflect of it to give it the glossy eyed shine it maintained. "...Very well. Take off your dress. The price has been named. Now, Obey." Eyes gleaming with a challenging type of pleasure, Lucian only took an inching step backward to give her enough room to strip. Very clearly comfortable with the idea and waiting to enjoy the view...
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Somehow, Lilyana wasn't at all shocked by what he asked of her. The idea of undressing in front of this man was revolting. Showing him what no other man had ever seen was not something she looked forward to, but she intended to have her secret kept just that and so she held her head high and looked him straight into his gleaming eyes. "If my body is what you wish then so be it." She said, pulling her wand out from where it was seated in her breast. Not wanting him to think she was thinking of attacking she said, "Back buttons. I need to cast a spell to unbutton myself." And did just that, taking in deep breaths as she felt her dress loosen button by button.
When she was certain all the buttons were undone, she took a deep breath then worked her sleeves off, letting the dress pool at her feet. It was cold, standing there in nothing but her underthings, but she stood proud, as though baring herself to him were no big deal. She wondered idly if he meant for her to take off all her clothing as well, and toyed with the idea of keeping on her underthings just to be a smart aleck. However, when she saw the look in his eyes, she knew that she had better quickly discard even her underthings lest she invite his rage.
Lilyana feared few things in this world, and Lucian Allaird had quickly become one of those things. He was obviously a very powerful wizard, and one that liked things his way. So she was not about to do go against anything he said, especially not when her secret hung in the balance. With a sigh, she worked on getting out of her underclothes in a timely fashion. Before she could even count to ten she was completely nude in front of the man she hardly knew.
She felt cheap, but she wouldn't let it show in the way she held her head high, practically inviting him to look her over. She wasn't self conscious about the way she looked, slender as she was with the subtlest curves at her waistline. She was lithe and delicate looking, pleasing to the eye she thought, so that wasn't the issue. The issue was bearing herself completely to the disgusting man that sat before her. He didn't deserve to see her in such a vulnerable state, but she didn't have much of a choice. The price to pay would be too dire indeed, should she choose to go against what he requests of her.
"I told you, Mr. Allaird, I will do everything in my power to ensure my secret is kept." She said it with no quake in her voice, despite how cold and û to be honest û scared she was. She didn't know what he intended to do now that she was completely nude before him. Keeping her arms to her sides and head held high, she awaited his next instruction, hoping with all her might that it wouldn't be anything too terrible.
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For the first little while, Lucian's expression seemed deadpan and uncaring. His dark eyes, although attentive toward her actions, showed little interest in the way of what she was actually doing and more intrigued by the fact that she would actually strip down at all. He hadn't quite believed she'd do it, the little waif. So mouse like as she was, who'd have known she'd have the courage of a lion?
However, once the last of her clothes dropped to the floor Lucian's approval became apparent as he let a slow spreading smile, cross along the full thickness of his mouth. His eyes freely wandering over her body at his leisure, taking his pleasure of the view of her from the tips of her silky hair, down to her toes.
"Everything?" He repeated the word with a dangerous air to it, his eyes sliding up to meet hers did very little in the way of hiding the implication of what he meant by that. Taking a few steps forward to close the distance between them, Lucian studied Lily with a quiet reserve before slowly lifting his hand to her hair to sweep it back over her shoulder.
"Lovely." He mumbled to her, eyes cast downward in lieu of their height difference and rather fond of the view the descending glance offered if he looked a little further down. "Truly, lovely." He repeated, his hand that had tucked aside her hair creeping slowly down the side of her face, neck and along her shoulder until his fingertips reached the perk of her breast.
Gingerly, his thumb rubbed the tip of it's nipple and tenderly flicked it as his fingers settled lightly on the top swell above it. Teasing to stimulate her in a way he knew her body would react to whether she wanted it or not, Lucian lifted his eyes back to hers and simply smirked. "One day, I may just hold you to your word, Ms.Orlov, to do as you said -- everything in your power...but not tonight." His hand reluctantly dropped away though his body continued to lurk. "...Shall I help you get redressed." He smirked deviously.
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Lilyana didn't like the way he looked at her when he swept her long hair back over her shoulder, further exposing her body to his gaze. She didn't want to be baring herself to him, but she figured she didn't have much of a choice. She valued her secret more than she valued her modesty, and that was what had made her take off her clothes as he had demanded. She wasn't about to have him telling all of Hogsmeade the monster that she was if she could do something to keep him quiet. Even if it meant losing all of her modesty and innocence to him.
She let out a little squeak of surprise when his finger rubbed over her nipple, blushing ever so slightly at the way her body was reacting. It felt nice, being touched there, but she wouldn't let it show. He seemed to know however the effect he was having on her, it showed on his arrogant features. She stood still as he continued to toy with her, sighing in relief when finally he dropped his hand. But his words brought her no relief at all. He was speaking of how perhaps he'd take her up on her offer to do anything.
The implications in his voice were not lost on her. She knew just what he meant, and she didn't doubt that he'd employ his power over her to get it. She didn't put him on that high a pedestal, as she knew he didn't belong there. He was a downright slimy man, in the guise of a charming, handsome upper class fellow. But she saw through his charade. She had always had a feeling there was more to him than he lead on, and now she knew that it was true. That he was truly a monster underneath all the smiles and charm.
"So lucky am I, to have a gentleman keeping my secret." She said with a condescending air when he offered to help her get redressed. "I do think, however, I'll have to take you up on that offer." She said as she started to get her underthings back on. She didn't feel like waiting for the spell she knew to get her all buttoned up, it was much quicker to just have someone do it for you, and this much she knew.
Stepping into her dress, she waited as he buttoned her up. "Now, is this all you need of me, Mr. Allaird?" She asked, peeking over her shoulder best she could and asking him the question. She just wanted to get as far away from him as possible and scrub the feel of his skin against hers off. She didn't like thinking that he had touched her in any way.
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