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“Yes, empty the entire vault. Move the contents to Sa'arre.”

Those were the words I uttered during a recent trip to my ancestral home, the Kingdom of Elrus. Though my family left the rocky cliffs of this northern empire and relocated to Sa’arre when I was just a child, I have used my heritage to forge business ties in the region, going so far as to keep the bulk of my fortune safely hidden away within the Imperial Bank of Elrus. The institution is renowned for its elite clientele and unwavering discretion. It has guarded my wealth and kept it safely distanced from prying eyes in Sa'arre.

Until now.

Looking back, it is surprising how rapidly things escalated in the few short weeks following my reluctant exhibitionist display with Soren. I hoped he would quickly educate me on the nature of our relationship, but instead what followed was a series of strange requests. Trips to the black market for exotic charms and reagents, increasingly large payments to fund endeavors he declined to elaborate on, and the most recent: a consolidation of my accounts to Sa’arre. He assures me this will all make sense in time, but for now, these tasks are a test of my loyalty to him.

I won’t deny, I feel uneasy blindly following these directives, but we have not shared a moment of intimacy since my shameful display at the tavern. I know my obedience will please him. I desperately crave his continued approval, and to be frank, it has been difficult to focus on anything else these past weeks. All I can think about is the exotic scent of his hair, the pink color of his lips, the seductive taste of his cock…

“Sir, is everything alright?”

“O-oh, apologies, I must have gotten distracted,” I chuckle nervously, snapping back to reality and clearing my mind of the lustful fantasies which have become incessant.

“We have finished unloading the vault’s contents. Everything is here at your estate now.” The bank courier bows, departing after I anxiously hand over his payment.

As I stand alone outside my home, this whole situation feels surreal and tense, but I am reminded of one simple fact: I have completed Soren’s task. My pulse quickens, any misgivings once again vanishing from my mind. There is no time to waste—I must make way to the tavern and deliver the news.

The cool, humid air of The Blue Lotus washes over my face as I enter; the delicate scent of tropical flora along the bubbling waterways tickles my nose. The room is unusually empty, though I shouldn’t be shocked, considering it is still early in the morning.

“Your visits keep getting earlier and earlier.” The cheeky young man at the front desk flashes a bright, playful smile.

“Do you ever leave that desk?”