In the heart of Sun City, inside a Dinky club known for regular custors of the poor section of society, a woman sat on one of the stools near the bar counter, looking as beautiful as ever.
She had nice clothing on her body, enough to hide the essentials, while her porcelain legs and hands lured the people around her.
It was amazing, a rare sight to see such cultured beauty sitting in the club where all the n and won were here to have so quick fun with each other and probably so good booze to drown their miseries.
Though she looked sophisticated and cultured from a good family, everyone could see that she was quite drunk. But maybe for her, it wasn’t enough.
"Hey, bartender, give another bottle of beer," she slurred, making the bartender look at her with a heavy sigh.
"I have been watching you for quite so days. You are new in this area, aren’t you? We don’t get many custors in this local club since everyone wants to go to those big ones despite whether they have money for it or not," the bartender said, and the lady looked at her well-manicured nails before humming.
"I am new here. I am probably new everywhere I go. A person without a ho and a wander is supposed to be like that, no?" She smiled, her beauty unmatched, and the bartender smiled.
This wasn’t the first ti he was eting people who usually call themselves holess in this local club.
Though the people are drunk most of the ti, it was the truth of people here. Almost half of them were holess and usually ca to this place to hook up and spend a night with soone who got a ho.
"Of course. But why are you drowning yourself like that? You don’t look like you have anything hard going on in life. You have nice clothes, money to spend and probably a place to sleep. So what are you mourning? Your dead husband?" The bartender asked, and the lady smiled.
"Hahaha, a husband? I don’t do husbands. One black night I had one passionate night with a king, and I haven’t been able to return back to my normal life ever since," The lady slurred, and the bartender suppressed the urge to scoff in her face.
A passionate night with a King? Isn’t that almost every female’s deepest fantasy here? To be banged by a king, get a child that they can use against him, and enter the kingdom of the palace to have a lavish life.
"So? What happened to that king? The one you had a passionate night with," the bartender entertained her fantasies, and she smiled.
"It was like a story to . My unrequited love story," She closed her eyes before sipping her beer.
"He said let’s get out of the town, drive out of the city and leave everything behind. I was happy. Soone was finally loving for who I am.
It was like a wild dream that was coming true. I let him show what love feels like. Everything happened too fast. We both were drunk, he was from beer, and I from his handso features," The lady smiled before chuckling.
"I was a middle-class girl. My parents didn’t have too much money, but it was enough for us. It was the night they were forcing to marry soone else, and I had eloped from the marriage. That’s when I t that king. I thought he was my knight in shining Armor," She sighed.
Everyone started listening to her words intently. They don’t get to hear such stories here in the local club daily, and even if it was a dream and a fantasy, it was a good one.
"My mom used to tell that the outside world is very cruel and that people out there are all opportunists. I always thought she was just lying to keep locked inside the house. However, that night I learned my lesson," the lady chugged down her beer.
"That day I realized there’s nothing like a fantasy coming to life or a happily ever after from a one-night stand. We made love to each other. It was hot and passionate. He didn’t stop for the entire night. I let him do whatever he wanted to because I was in love. It was love at first sight," the lady sighed before stopping.
She didn’t say anything else for another good second and tears rolled down her eyes.
"What happened after that?" One of the old ladies in the club asked, and the lady chuckled.
"What would happen? The morning ca and reality sunk in. When I woke up, no one was there. A few bills of a thousand dollars were there on the table as compensation for my service," she chuckled, pain clear in her eyes and words, and everyone felt bad for her.
"All the good things that the king said were just to get on the bed because apparently, he took as a bet. I denied all the n in the club that night for him, and he treated like an escort," she took a deep shaky breath.
"That’s how I was turned from a respectful scholar to an escort. I haven’t slept with any man after that, but it doesn’t remove that stain from my character, does it?" She said before smiling forcefully.
Unknown to her, a man was sipping his wine in the corner of the room, listening to her story very intently as it sounded quite familiar.
"And what happened after that? You didn’t see his face? You let him go just like that? Why didn’t you try to find him? You let him toss out your dignity just like that? You were young and beautiful and you let that happen to yourself?" The old lady who was invested in the story asked one after the other, and the lady barely smiled.
"I did. I tried to find him. But how could I destroy the house of my own cousin? He was the husband of my cousin’s sister," The lady wiped her stray tears, her words shocking everyone with the twist.
There was no use of crying. These tears were just reminders of how pitiful she was even after all these years. The lady told herself, finally happy that soone asked her what she was worried about and she was able to tell her story to soone.
"She didn’t allow you? She let everything happen?" The old lady asked.
"Hmmm... before I could reach him and hold him accountable, she threw out of the kingdom and threatened to get my parents killed if I told anyone sothing about it. It was probably the king’s orders. He ruined and threatened to ruin my family. And I never did once doubt that.
He was the king of the hunter’s bloodline and she was his queen," the lady said.
The man who was sipping his wine quietly widened his eyes as the glass slipped from his hand and broke into shards.
Author’s Note- Dedicated to Daoist_broke (Magic castle bonus Chapter). Thank you so much for your imnse support.
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