Obscur Society - (Désirs nocturnes) | +18

Obscur Society

//!!!\\ Please keep in mind English is not my first language so be nice.

Playlist : 
Dave Cameron – Breakfast.
Seal – Kiss from a Rose 

Sodom and Gomorrah

The weather is grey and gloomy and I look out of the window to see the rain pouring down hard on the city of Seoul. I'm sitting in the back of a german berline car and I can't help myself watching the landscape unfold before my eyes as we clock up the kilometres. My name is Belle Lune, and of course that's a fake name, because the truth is that I'm an escort, or a luxury prostitute as people like to call me. But that doesn't matter to me, because despite appearances I love what I do. I realised a long time ago that love doesn't exist and that only money and power mattered, so I decided to sell my body in order to regain power over men and society - while getting good fuck at the same time, in the best of cases-. No strings attached, no lies, no cries. Just sex.

I'd been flown in from Paris a few days ago to meet a certain Mister M*. Why from so far away, I don't know, but from what I understood he was an influential businessman who wants to keep his anonymity intact and I imagine that with a korean woman this required more precaution than was necessary. And indeed, I knew nothing about him, neither his age nor what he looked like, but that didn't matter to me because even before I landed here I had received the sum of fifty thousand euros for my services, and you see that's what matter.

After a few minutes, we pulled up in front of a huge building of a standard I'd rarely seen, discreet but extremely luxurious. The driver opened the door for me and placed an umbrella over my head, protecting my expensive blow-dry. He held out his hand, which I gently grasped so that I could get out of the car. Once inside, I was greeted by a beautiful korean woman with a frank but thoughtless smile.

— Miss Lune, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you had an amazing trip? she asks me in perfect english.

— The trip went very well, thank you.

— Perfect.

She shifts slightly and, in korean, orders the driver to get out of the place, or at least that's what I think I understand when he bends slightly forward, before turning around and heading out of the building.

— If you'd like to follow me.

Then she led the way and took a confident step towards the lifts, the sound of her heels echoing on the marble floor of the hall. She clicked the button in front of her and the doors opened automatically. Without another word, I followed her into the lift and the doors closed on us with a soft thud. I took the opportunity to inspect my own reflection. I'm wearing a slinky black dress with a low cut back, black sheer tights that add a sober look to my outfit, and sky-blue heeled sandals by Manolo Blahnik that accentuate the curves of my slender legs. Before we arrive, I take my lip gloss out of my clutch and lightly brush it over my lips.

The lift finally stops at the top floor and I'm delighted to see how beautiful the place is, especially the incredible view of the magnificent city of Seoul through the glass windows. We walked a few more metres before arriving in front of two huge ebony-coloured solid wooden doors. I can feel the excitement growing inside me, and all I want to do is find out what's behind these imposing doors.

— You may enter, Miss Lune, she says, interrupting my thoughts.

I nod in reply and push open the two doors facing me. Once inside, my eyes filled with wonder at the grandeur and splendour of the place. It's a sort of office in black and brown with a minimalist yet sophisticated decor. A few contemporary paintings hang here and there on the walls, making the room even more delicate and masculine. The scent of musk and tobacco wafted up my nostrils and an indescribable shiver ran down my spine as my gaze fell on the balcony of the bay window, from where I could see the silhouette of a man. Mister M. He's standing from behind, so I can't see his face, but I can say that his stature is imposing and athletic. His raven-black hair fell elegantly around his neck and I broke the silence, as if seized by an uncontrollable urge to see him.