Endgame |18+ (Ménage)✔

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~Year 2090-Winter-

"You did a rather successful job, Aohdan," Arthur nods his appreciation as we all stand on the platform overlooking the ballroom. He pauses a moment to glance out the windows at the falling stars before he questions, "The collectors?"

Taft is the one to acknowledge, "I'm assisting Aohdan's coven members with some of my own and I'll personally check on them in about an hour or so."

"Perfect," is the only word that slips past Arthur's lips as he continues to watch over the dancing. The symphonic melody fills the grand room, watching as the human slaves take a moment to relax and let down their guards, enjoying a carefree night.

It's only a matter of minutes before Arthur chuckles, "I think it's time for you three to mingle."

Bringing ourselves down to their level is the highest order for the evening...

...anyone may dance with whom they wish. The only dance I want is from my little rose, yet the second I scan the room once again, I don't see her.

Is she attending?

That thought goes clear out the door the second my eyes land on Sidney and her. My gaze travels over her, the simple slave dress looking exquisite upon her form. As she walks with her friend to the far end of the room, nearing the refreshment table, I can't help but admire the way she carries herself. It's the first time I've seen her hair styled and it makes all the difference.

It's no surprise that Aohdan keeps his appearance well, dancing with Laisha as she's dressed in one of her finer gowns. Taft is quick to give one of Aohdan's human slaves a heart attack when he asks them to dance with him. For some reason, there's a different air about him tonight and the ones enjoying this carefree night to the fullest willingly give into requests instead of the usual demanding orders.

I catch Rose nodding in the direction of Aohdan and Laisha, her friend practically chocking on a cookie before I see her lips move, answering whatever question it is that's come to little rose's mind. Glancing back up to the platform, I follow her gaze and notices the way she narrows her eyes on Arthur...

...even I can feel that chill.

A moment later, I barely hear Sidney giggle and it immediately draws my attention back to the two girls. She nods off in the furthest direction of the ballroom, her lips moving once again while Rose quickly follows her gaze.

No.

No, you are not...

Sidney slips away as I finally catch on and see Warren approach Rose, smiling and greeting her in a 'friendly' manner. Narrowing my eyes on the two of them, Rose returns his smile with one of her own, something twinkling behind her eyes as Warren nods at her.

I can't stop him from dancing with her by command...

...but I sure as hell can get to her first or cut in once it's started.

My blood heats when he takes her hand into his after she responds with a resounding yes, the boy leading her to the outskirts of the dance floor. They pause for a moment, Rose shaking her head to respond with a no and I tilt my head to the side while I try to understand what he's asked her.

My beloved has never danced before...

Moving toward the two of them through the crowd, he begins to show her how, leading her with little to no effort.