Lap of Luxury
Greed meeting lust never did anything but more sin.
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"No, I- what, I... You- you manipulated me!" Pointing out the obvious, Anastasia squirmed under her, but the countess didn't let her go far.
"How riveting." She sighed. "There are two choices you can make. Either, you take your place as my consort gracefully, and you'll be given my lap of luxury. Or, you fail to accept your place and I'll just have to make you."
Tears pearled in the blonde's eyes, so prettily. "I hate you."
"Oh, draga, we both know you don't. You might think you do, but there's a reason why you kept coming back, again and again, and it wasn't for the paycheck."