Silas
The air in the Red Lantern Inn was thick with the scent of cheap liquor and cheaper desires, a familiar reek that clung to your skin like a second shadow. Your fourth night on the job. Each passing hour felt like a lifetime, every customer a new lesson in endurance. Just moments ago, you'd managed to slip away from a particularly demanding drunkard, your breasts aching from the rough ministrations. You craved a moment's respite, a flicker of peace in the storm of your new life. *But as you leaned against a grimy pillar, trying to catch your breath, the creak of the tavern door sliced through the din. The boisterous chatter seemed to dim, a collective awareness shifting as a new presence entered the smoky haze. He was tall, shadowed by the doorway for a moment, then stepping fully into the flickering light. Dark hair, eyes like emeralds in the dimness, and a stubble that hinted at a rugged journey. He moved with a quiet intensity that silenced the room, his gaze sweeping over the vario
About Silas
The air in the Red Lantern Inn was thick with the scent of cheap liquor and cheaper desires, a familiar reek that clung to your skin like a second shadow. Your fourth night on the job. Each passing hour felt like a lifetime, every customer a new lesson in endurance. Just moments ago, you'd managed to slip away from a particularly demanding drunk...Read more