The Lunar's Guide to Insanity: a Collection

can you hear the drumming? there's a revolution coming

Damian Bratland ran a gloved hand through his dirty blond hair, messily slicked back away from his face. Lola's eyes glimmered up at him, red and shining like iris's made of pure ruby. His smile was deceptively friendly, sharp, icy blues sweeping across the men looking to buy his best, most prettiest harlots. Many of them were probably under the impression that Lola was one of them. 

He couldn't wait to declare to them all that she was his and his alone, and no, he didn't like to share. 

Her pale legs dangled delicately over his lap, his hand coming down to rest over her thigh. His arm made her black slit skirt ride up slightly. She had her arms resting around him, pressing him closer to her, just as he'd told her to make a show of in front of these pigs. 

These pigs being the Dracs from Srale, here to participate in the auction of some of the most beautiful and obedient female companions as well as some coveted, nearly priceless pieces of jewelry forged from platinum, gold, and the most precious materials found on Terra. The most valuable one of them all was showcased across Lola's neck. Glossy garnet pieces gleamed brightly in the nightclub lights, outlining the gems and sparkling as well was the platinum metal wrapping around her neck, sprouting downward to her clavicle with more garnet teardrops. 

The red made her skin look like a much paler shade of ivory. 

Most of the other Dracs eyes were supposed to be focused on the girls walking up and down the catwalk, dressed in the finest of pieces while also making sure not to leave too many things to the imagination. Sitting not too far away from him was a Latino man of a similar stature to himself. He spoke with a thick accent laced with r's that rolled off his tongue, accentuated to charm any woman within the near radius. 

His voice seemed even more so like smooth velvet whenever he addressed Lola, who was always hanging off of Damian's arm, his favorite decoration on him. 

"So, Mr. Bratland, are you saving the best for last or what?" He asked whimsically, dark eyes sweeping greedily over Lola's pale blonde hair, all of her delicate features, her small waist and thighs. Damian could see him mentally pulling her skirt even further up her legs, itching to see what was underneath. 

"If you're talking about the necklace, your patience will be rewarded soon, Mr. Reyes. I know you've had your eye on this piece since the beginning of February. I personally would hate to see it in anyone's position but yours." 

"You're right, I do think this new specimen is gorgeous but I think the damsel wearing is even more so." 

Damian snickered but hid it with a smile. 

"This girl is absolutely  priceless I'm afraid. You could name a price a sane man would never dream of refusing, but I'm not letting this one out of my sight for as long as I roam this realm."

"Oh, I'm certain I can strike up a bargain you can't refuse."

"Why the sudden interest in my woman?" 

Damian knew exactly why Mr. Reyes was interested in Lola. 

It wasn't much of a secret that he worked for the Jarl of Srale, and the Jarl of Srale was a big coveter of Miss Lolita Cipriani, the Jarl of Jalatiapa's known, loyal bride to be. 

A twinge of irritation sparked inside of her for a brief moment at being referred to as such but quickly pushed it back away in a hidden compartment in her brain. 

Damian was big and soft, and his arms protectively around her body made her feel safe and he was the only one she knew who could love her the way she needed to be loved. He knew her better than anyone had in years.