I need sex.

The work at city hall is making my hair turn gray, yesterday I pulled a white strand out from among my blonde streaks, and if this continues, I'll soon be a wreck of a woman, just like my mother! As a dwarf, I cannot allow old age to catch me so soon. I've barely turned 100 yet!

Hah. Worse yet, no matter where I go on these streets, I always hear "Ophelia this" or "Ophelia that", it's as if these paupers have nothing better to do than curse me behind my back. Frankly, if it weren't for my assistant Mirna, I would have thrown myself off the top of a building.

I also want to understand why these male prostitutes won't accept my money, when I promise to exempt them from any tax for a day so they can do whatever they want! Isn't that enough? You can eat at any restaurant and literally buy anything in this city!

It's disgusting that these young men are greedier than I am, I had no idea that was possible...

I walk through the streets, ignoring comments as much as possible, trying to pull the hood of my tunic tight to hide my face as much as I can. I've passed through here many times before, so there must be some familiar face for me to snatch a hint of pleasure for one night.

As I walk past the many people crowding the streets, I come across a trio on the corner beneath a lamppost. I hate when they lean or stand near other establishments, the chance of them discovering me is greater due to the light and location, but at least there is someone I recognize there.

It's Jonathan, a human who has accepted my payment twice for sex. He has a little beard and says it's part of his charm. I didn't like it the first time, getting used to the hair making my crotch itch the second time. I would prefer someone more slender, more... clean, perhaps? Yes, like the elf next to him.

I only went once, but that young man is great and doesn't like to mention his own name to people. Should I try to hire him one more time? It shouldn't hurt... until my eyes land on the third young man, and I stop walking.

The boy between Jonathan and the elf is exactly the type that makes me lose my dignity faster than money disappears from poorly collected taxes. He is there, huddled, looking away with that face of someone who fears even his own shadow. The blushing cheeks, the mouth pursed into an insecure pout, the whole posture screaming "Please, don't touch me", all of this invokes something so primal in me that I force myself to take a deep breath and control my hands from acting before my head.

My stomach heats up. Ah, finally some compensation for this hellish day.

I approach the three. Jonathan stares at me with that smile of people who know my identity even when I'm hooded, but he doesn't open his mouth. He must have learned last time that I don't like small talk before service. I speak to the elf first.

"You again. I thought you had left the city."

"Business" he replies, letting out smoke. "Came back for a while."

I shrug. He's not the one I'm interested in today.

My eyes slide to the boy in the middle.

He shrinks back a little more upon noticing my gaze, pressing his arms against his body, almost trembling. He lower his head even further, as if that would make him invisible. He's so clearly inexperienced, so easy to bend... that I feel like grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look at me.

"Who is he?"

"He's... uh... the rookie. Gabriel."

The boy takes a tiny step back, biting his lip, trying to show he's not used to attention. Perfect. Exactly the type that makes me want to rip off this hood, push him against a wall, and...

Control yourself.

I can't stoop low in front of two professionals.

I reach for the small quiver strapped to my waist. I pull out a thick, heavy coin, the type of payment that makes any male prostitute sell his own soul for half an hour of work. The light from the lamppost makes the gold shine beautifully as I extend the coin.

"I want him."

The two are speechless.

Jonathan even lets out a quiet "By the gods...", with the elf's cigarette sliding to the floor in disbelief. The boy's eyes widen, completely lost between fear and shame, his ears burning red. He stutters softly:

"I-I... I can't accept t-that... it's too much..."

What a darling. I bring the coin closer to his chest, brushing the uncovered skin beneath the linen cloth that I desperately want to tear to shreds.

"I want you. The price doesn't matter."

The two prostitutes exchange stunned glances, probably wondering if I've gone mad. Of course, they think so, never have I felt my consumer desire take hold of me this much! But I don't care, I want to make today's experience count as if it were the last time.

Gabriel takes a step back, but I grab him by the wrist. He lets out a short gasp, a delicious sound to my ears that causes shivers down my spine with how much hunger it gives me, and this only reinforces my decision.

"Come with me" I say, pulling him firmly, pressing him to my side. "Do you want anything else? I can give you whatever you want, whenever you want."

Just like that, I drag the boy away, feeling him tremble slightly as he tries to maintain some courage in his expression. I want to dissolve his expression into tears. Darling, I want so badly to destroy every part of you and abuse you so much that I'll make you forget you ever had a life before.

He is quite light. Dragging him through the street is like pulling a soft, warm little package, completely dependent on my decisions, exactly what I needed tonight.

The first shop before us has its doors closed and the lights off. A problem? Never for me. I knock three times, loud enough to wake the dead.

"Wake up."

A moment later, the merchant appears at the door, sleepy, irritated... until he sees who I am. His expression changes so fast I can almost hear the snap.

"M-Mayor Ophelia? We're already close..."

"Open up. Now."

He opens it.

I pull Gabriel inside before the poor thing can even compose himself. The boy stumbles a bit, bumping into my hip and looking away again, flushed, shy, with that submissive face. That involuntary retreat causes a sweet shiver in my heart.

"I want clothes for him" I say, pushing Gabriel toward the racks. "The best ones. The softest ones. I want to see him dressed like a gift."

The merchant stammers, hurriedly grabs pieces, and tries to guess the size.

Every time Gabriel lifts his arms to put something on, he trembles. Every time he pulls the hem of a garment, shrinking away, I feel my hands itch with the desire to pull it myself.

He opens his mouth to say something. No, darling, be quiet.

"You won't complain about anything, my dear. Get dressed and let me appreciate it."

What a delicious thing, he obeys like a scared dog...

We leave with a stuffed bag and the bill noted down. I won't pay today, I'll pay when I want to or when I feel like it. Who's going to argue?

We head to a closed restaurant. I repeat the same thing: I knock, order it to be opened, sit my new toy at a table, and order the most expensive meal without even looking at the menu. The chef appears wide-eyed but doesn't dare protest. I place a plate in front of Gabriel.

"Eat. I want you to have energy later."

He holds the cutlery with that delicate little hand, the simple act almost makes me dizzy. His mouth touches the food, the redness in his cheeks increases with the bites, as if I were interacting with a creature that changes color from mere interaction. Are you embarrassed, darling?

When we finish, I pull him by the wrist again, now without any concern for who sees us.

"Let's go home."

*****

My mansion is enormous, with high ceilings, carved columns, expensive stained glass, and a garden outside the door so well-maintained that I should charge admission to anyone who tries to appreciate it. Well, I won't waste time showing anything today.

I drag Gabriel through the corridors with more eagerness than the chests overflowing with gold I once brought here. He hesitates, looks around, breathes quickly, perhaps realizing that no one is serving in the house today. I dismissed everyone with the goal of bringing someone here today, you were lucky to be my chosen one.

I shove open my bedroom door, enter with him behind me, and with a snap of my fingers, the lock clicks shut. To be sure, I turn the key three times, then go to the windows, quickly closing them all.

I'm panting, I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my throat and fall to the floor.

I turn to him, I think my face is already exposing my entire plan.

Oh, if he could only see what's in my mind now... the hunger, the lust, the almost cruel desire to explore every fragment of this fragile body that has fallen into my hands. I feel my tongue pass over my lips, savoring the anticipation.

My hands rub against each other without me realizing it, an old habit that returns when I'm about to devour something I want too much.

He takes half a step back, but I close the distance to zero in the next instant. A wide, indecent smile cuts across my face.

"Kneel."

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