Loud thouds and tall heels, made the wooden floor crackled. We walked a long hallway towards the door, where hums were heard; that being a sign that men where already there. The room was decorated with candles, and that being the only light, small tables were already placed between couches and chairs. The men were wearing black satin pijamas and over them coats, drinks after drinks taking up their bodies, while their gazes changed. Sometimes a golden watch or a button would reflect on light of the candles turning it golden. The small details made this scene so stupid, so theatrical, even if they weren't good enough, making me feel tired, and making my pulse slow and loud. Misun was taken away from me by a man - and suddenly I saw a man pulling me away from my seat.
«So this is how this works?»
«While we eat, yes, afterwards you can pick anyone you'd like.»
He was tall and slim, his beautiful features shined under the dark candle lights. He seemed young, too young to be here; but something was off about him. His jet black hair was pulled back, where his brown almond eyes made him look like a God.
He motioned me to a couch, waiting for me to sit, and giving me after a cold crystalline glass filled with white wine, which had a pure and mineral flavor. His formality made me want to laugh, but I secretly liked it. It was obvious that Jungkook appreciated the pleasure of perseverance. The nude waitresses scattered around giving out plates with duck served with honey and ginger sauce. You couldn't eat this though to get full, it was just another part of the decor.
«Red fruits make a woman's vagina taste better." A man with blonde hair sitting next to me said.
«I know.»
There was a mild conversation going on, but the men were mostly drinking and looking around, their eyes glared the waitresses walking around. They had the bodies of dancers, really slim but full with muscles, as I observed. Did ballet dancers have a second job? I shook my head and saw where Misun was - she was being fed fig with almods with a shiny silver fork, her body looking like a snake. The waitresses quickly blew out some of the candles to make the atmosphere more romantic and that was when I felt the man's hand on my thigh, circling around and caressing it, and my body responded. The girls came back with disks filled with condoms. Couples all around us were making out happily with their partners where others kindly declined their partners and went up to their next pray. Misun's kimono was wide open his head between her legs. She saw me looking st her and smiled proudly, before letting her head fall back to the couch cushions, making the addict stop for a moment to take his dose and look up at her.
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mistress | jjk (on hold)
Fanfictionmistress (n) a woman in a position of authority or control. In which an ordinary girl who works at an auction house in Seoul takes a turn in her life, meeting him. »»----- -----«« «Killing him and taking over the power he has», he smirked, «will ma...
