𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩 II 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕩𝕩𝕩𝕚

TW: Dear reader, this chapter contains graphic depictions of prostitution through sex trafficking, please proceed with care<3
                  

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Tante pushed her into the room with such a force, that Vivi fell on the carpet flooring. This was not what they had planned. She felt for the dagger strapped on her thigh beneath her harem to make sure it was there. She flinched at the sound of the door shutting loudly. She looked up backing away with her fours, as the stout man smirked at her. She just hoped Zephyr wouldn't back out of their plan and get the money as fast as he could.

"You are quite the beauty aren't you?" The man smiled exposing his rotten teeth. He bent down towards her, jutting her chin out with his hands roughly.

"Hm not so many curves." He said, as Vivi felt his hot stare on her chest, "But the pretty face ought to do it."

"Get up." He ordered, and Vivienne did so. She wanted to lash out but she was sure Zephyr wouldn't have manage to steal it so fast she she had to avoid any kind of commotions before he was done with it.

The gnarly old man, sat on the lavish looking armchair beside the big bed.

"Come closer." He said, vivienne winced and looked away, "Stop acting like you are ashamed, you slut."

Vivienne felt anger flush inside of her. She took a few steps forward and was now only a step away from him.

"Undress me." He said smugly, Vivienne gritted her teeth as she tried to control her emotions looking at him as he continued to smile.

"So you like it when I do the work for you?" She said in a lofty manner, as she drew closer to him.

"Yes, very much. I like to be in the receiving end, you know." He said smirking at her, as he now opened his legs making Vivi wince, she hoped he didn't notice it and luckily he hadn't.

"Shall we try it that way, then?" Vivienne smiled as she sat down softly on the bed beside him. The man turned to look at her and nodded excitedly. Vivienne somehow managed to hide her disgust.

Zephyr nodded at Tante, silently jutting down the details. He couldn't put his mind on anything but Vivienne right now.

Will she be okay? What if the man hurts her? What if she ends up getting struck?

His head hurted as he was trying to get closer to Heleen's office drawer
"And about 25 silk robes in green, about five satin face covers in red. . .Gheezens are you listening?" Heleen asked him as he jerked his hand away from the drawer

"Y-yes"
"Can't stop thinking about the Shu girl isn't it? There's plenty of her, you're welcome here" She smirked, as Zephyr bit the inside of his cheek
"What else is on the list?"
"Wait here, I'll bring a few materials from the dressing room. Sew them up" Heleen swiftly left the room.

Zephyr rushed towards the drawers, fumbling through countless contracts, stuffing up as much kruge as he could.

He couldn't care less about this. His heart ached at the thought of Vivienne, and he had no choice but to stay here and wait for her. He needed her by his side again, her absence like a void gnawing at him.

"You look agonized" remarked a middle aged man, walking in.
Probably another customer, thought Zephyr
The man was drunk in an obvious manner, probably here after a night at the gambling bar. His tie and collar was undone, and he was struggling to pick out a note from his pocket "I'm a regular here" he slurred, Zephyr crinkling his nose and shaking his head.

He had gotten the amount he needed, so he carefully folded the contracts, whispered a prayer, and closed up the drawers, brushing dust off of his chest.

She got up and opened the drawer on the stand near here, there had ought to be something to keep him at hold. There must be something for tying for pleasure even in 18th century. She was indeed right, as she found a sort of leather cuffs with buckles looking quite intact.

She turned back to find the man only a break away from her leaning towards her. She closed her eyes then smoothly pushed on the bed.

"Not so fast." She said in a flirty tone, as the man impatiently protruded his hands out for her. She smiled at him as she tied him making sure it was tight. Then she worked on his legs.

"Undress me, already." The man moaned, as he opened his mouth and lolled his tongue. Vivienne grimaced at him, as she shoved a nearby pillow into it.

"Sure, let me undress you." Vivienne said haughtily, as the man somehow managed to shove the cushion.

"Fierce." He commented, laughing, "I like it."

"Of course." She smiled sweetly, as she watched his expression turn into a giddy one then suddenly change as she drew out her dagger from her pants.

"Let me undress you now." She said hotly, as she slashed the knife across his chest ripping his expensive shirt and also some skin as red blood started bloom and run from his chest. He opened his mouth to scream but Vivi was expecting it and was quick to shove shove the pillow into his mouth again, muffling his sounds. Then cut a piece of the cloth from her layered pants and tied the pillow to his mouth.

"Quite hot, right." Vivienne smirked, twirling her dagger as she watched the wide eyed bleeding man on the bed, 'Want me to undress your lower half to?"

She then ignored the squirming man and grabbed the bedsheet and pulled on it making the man thud on the floor.

"Ah guess i have to get out of here in a cliche princess style." Vivienne murmured, looking at the window. She pushed the window but it seemed locked.

"Ah finally kazzle dazzle's training may help." She said as she drew out another thin pointed dagger from her other thigh and worked on the keyhole. A smile breaking into her face when she heard the click and pushed the window open, dragging the man's body alongside not to leave any traces.

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