Clarice Fia Atlee was the daughter of the Atlee family. Until recently, she had been a respectable and cheerful young woman, beloved by all. Unlike most female students at the Academy, who treated the opposite sex with disdain, Clarice showed respect, politeness, and generosity toward her male peers. Because of this, she had devoted followers who genuinely admired her. In turn, she strove to be a caring and loving fiancée to her betrothed, Jilk.
She believed that if she sincerely loved and cared for him, she would receive the sa love and devotion in return. However, her hopes were shattered in an instant. Jilk suddenly announced that he loved another, and without hesitation, he kissed his new beloved right in front of Clarice. It was a crushing blow. Her heart clenched in pain, yet there was no one by her side to share her sorrow. Clarice had always preferred to deal with problems on her own, but this ti, she found herself unable to endure the loneliness and betrayal.
The situation worsened even further when the students at the Academy, who had once spoken of her with respect, began spreading vile rumors behind her back. No one dared to say anything to her face, but the whispers, the mocking glances, and the sudden coldness in their attitudes were far worse than open insults. All of this broke her.
Driven to despair, she resolved to do sothing she never would have even considered before. She was going to acquire sex slaves. Her mind told her it was wrong, that it was a mistake, but the pain in her heart was too overwhelming. She craved at least an illusion of power, of control over the situation—sothing to fill the emptiness inside. Without the company of her followers, alone, she set off for the kingdom's capital in search of a place where slaves were sold. She wasn't afraid of danger—at that mont, she didn't care.
She wandered the streets of the capital for a long ti until she finally found the place she was looking for. But as she approached, she suddenly froze. Uncertainty gripped her, doubts flooded her mind. She stood in place, unable to take another step forward. Her heart pounded violently in her chest. Her breathing beca heavy. Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to move forward despite the fear and inner turmoil.
Clarice stopped before the slave trader and, gathering her resolve, said, "Show your three best sex slaves."
The slave trader, upon hearing her request, smirked and bowed before replying, "Of course, young miss. Please wait a mont, I'll bring them."
As she waited, her body began to tremble involuntarily. Her thoughts raced, reminding her of how far she had fallen. She tried to steady herself, taking deep breaths, attempting to calm her anxiety.
A few minutes later, the trader returned, leading three slaves behind him.
"Here they are, miss," he said with pride.
Clarice opened her eyes and looked at them. Before her stood three figures: an elf with refined features and two handso beastn. They were attractive, but to her surprise, she felt nothing inside. No desire, no relief, not even satisfaction. Yet despite that, she decided to purchase them. She wanted to forget, to rid herself of thoughts of Jilk, and this was her only way.
She turned to the trader, about to ask for the price, when suddenly she felt soone grab her wrist. Without warning, a stranger began leading her away.
The slave trader noticed and shouted indignantly, "Hey! Where do you think you're taking her? You—"
But before he could finish his sentence, the mysterious man turned sharply and said in a commanding voice, "Do you realize who you're speaking to? Do you want trouble with a viscount?"
The trader imdiately fell silent. He knew all too well that getting involved with nobility was more trouble than it was worth, so he chose not to argue.
anwhile, Clarice recognized the voice. Her eyes widened in shock. She quickly turned to look at the man leading her away and, stunned, whispered, "Viscount Bartfort?!"
Leon smiled at Clarice and, tilting his head in a slight bow, said, "At your service. Let's talk in private—I know just the place for it."
Clarice wanted to refuse, but sothing inside her faltered. A strange feeling, as if an invisible force, compelled her to agree. She nodded and, surrendering to the sudden impulse, followed Leon.
They left the bustling marketplace, disappearing into the streets of the capital. For a while, they walked in silence until they finally reached a secluded park. Here, tranquility reigned, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the gentle singing of birds. It was a place seemingly made for an honest conversation.
By this point, Clarice had cald down. The tension that had gripped her heart gradually faded. She turned her gaze to Leon, now with genuine curiosity. What exactly did he want to tell her? Why had he chosen this place? In her eyes, a mix of curiosity and slight confusion was evident.
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