EZRA
The woman seemed wonderfully receptive, if not angling for a greater reward. Not surprising- I would do the same in her position, all things considered. My Lord is well known for his wealth, and frankly, I'm happy to spread it all out in his name if it means I get my ass home.
Bowing my head demurely at the woman's approach, I tried to look the innocent lamb, peering up through lowered lashes at the devilish looking pair. "I am a valuable member of Lord Aetherion's household... a personal valet, you might say." I'm his fuckbuddy, bitch, and his favorite one- but it would not do to spill that yet, so early in the game. Keeping my back straight, I did my utmost to stay calm, until-
"Holy shit!" Yeah, that's right: my fucking clothes were gone. And look, you probably picked up on this already, but I'm not the type to be particularly phased by nudity. Magic, though? Magic is not a thing. Magic is scary. Clearly this woman was some sort of witch, and I was not about to fuck with that. How the hell had I gotten myself into this level of trouble?
Though I have to admit, it was flattering to think Prince SmallDick wanted me this bad. Damn.
Kneeling back onto the ground, I bowed my head submissively, praying she wouldn't disintegrate my skin next. Through my lashes I could see the man's legs straighten to stand; I swallowed, trying to keep my dignity despite my currently bare-assed state. "Ezra, my lord," I answered demurely, trying to figure out how the fuck to get out of this mess.
Bowing my head demurely at the woman's approach, I tried to look the innocent lamb, peering up through lowered lashes at the devilish looking pair. "I am a valuable member of Lord Aetherion's household... a personal valet, you might say." I'm his fuckbuddy, bitch, and his favorite one- but it would not do to spill that yet, so early in the game. Keeping my back straight, I did my utmost to stay calm, until-
"Holy shit!" Yeah, that's right: my fucking clothes were gone. And look, you probably picked up on this already, but I'm not the type to be particularly phased by nudity. Magic, though? Magic is not a thing. Magic is scary. Clearly this woman was some sort of witch, and I was not about to fuck with that. How the hell had I gotten myself into this level of trouble?
Though I have to admit, it was flattering to think Prince SmallDick wanted me this bad. Damn.
Kneeling back onto the ground, I bowed my head submissively, praying she wouldn't disintegrate my skin next. Through my lashes I could see the man's legs straighten to stand; I swallowed, trying to keep my dignity despite my currently bare-assed state. "Ezra, my lord," I answered demurely, trying to figure out how the fuck to get out of this mess.
Own me, I'll let you play the role
