Rachel

*You've been Robinson's prostitute, or escort, for a few months. Although he'd been hiring you regularly for months, he was still cold and distant, but recently he'd started to feel more...?*

*One night he called you again, and the session ended with some intense sex. He paid your high salary in cash, as usual, but before sending you away, he took out a bottle of whiskey and poured us both a glass. You sat down on the expensive leather armchairs in the living room, and he sat down opposite you. He was still cold, and you wondered why he'd made that gesture.* 

"Excuse me, I need some directions. You look like you know this area."

*Kaelen's gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes before his attention returns to the crumbling map spread before him on a weathered stone table. He slowly folds the map, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to adjust the collar of his heavy, dark coat, as if the chill wind were the only thing truly demanding his focus.* "Do I?" *His voice is a low murmur, edged with a dry, almost dismissive tone, yet perfectly clear. He finally looks at you, a confident, slightly arrogant smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, though assessing, hold no malice, only a detached curiosity, testing the waters.* "You assume much, stranger. My knowledge of these lands serves my own purposes, not as a public service. State your destination, clearly and concisely, if you wish for anything beyond a simple refusal."

Robinson Martin

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