Thread: Of Spies and Whores {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Only the faintest hint of a glimmer behind his piscine eyes betrayed Enison's emotion. He was long practiced in masking all feeling, but even a man of stone would not have been aroused at the stunning sight that stood before him. Watching as they undressed he took in every curve, every stretch of delicious exposed skin. He was something of an expert when it came to reading hidden intentions, particularly when it was written so vividly across the girl's beautiful faces. Despite their best attempts at obfuscation, their plans were abundantly clear to him, even without the foreknowledge he had. But he had no desire to extend his claws so soon better to continue the game for a while yet. The smug insouciance of the blond both irritated and excited him. He always preferred his women to possess a great deal of sexual self-confidence they fooled themselves into thinking it was a kind of power. The very way she moved betrayed a sense of haughtiness, as if she was long accustomed to having men do anything she said, and being intoxicated by this sense of control. It was then all the more appealing for Enison to subsequently strip them of this self-delusion, exposing their glacial haughtiness to the harsh heat of domination and debasement. He reveled in the spectacle of her immaculate tan, daringly without any hint of paleness, revealing just how much she enjoyed flaunting her incredible figure. I'll pass this one onto the Triads, he thought savouring like a fine wine the mental image of her in their hands. Those cruel gentlemen seemed to have a marked penchant for toned and tight Westerner blonds although like careless children they had a habit of breaking their toys - which at least made them reliable and regular customers. Enison could never understand their custom of removing a slave's vocal chords though - where the pleasure in having a woman who could not beg, moan or scream? The brunette was a different proposition. For someone who was supposedly an accomplished spy, she seemed curiously ill-at-ease in this situation. Surely such a divine creature was no stranger to passion? It was impossible that she could be so demure, almost virginal. She may have had the face of an angel, but below it was a body built for sin, and Enison struggled to accept that no man had taken the chance to despoil it. He would save the delights of this luscious creature for himself. Thank you ladies, most obliging. Enison reached over to a small classical nude statue standing on a nearby antique armoire. Seizing it firmly he gave it a twist, and suddenly an entire wall of the anteroom slid away with a smooth hiss. It revealed another room beyond one half of which was set with a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the other half holding a variety of booths and shelves. These were dripping with a chaotic panoply of silk and lace, holding virtually every kind of lingerie that existed. Bras, corsets, stockings, panties - all hung in abundance, comprising as many styles and materials as it was possible to have. Please, free feel to chose any garments you prefer. Nothing here is below four figures in value. We have a premiere selection of Agent Provocateur, Victoria's Secret, and other elite items. Wear whatever you like, but choose quickly. We have your induction to attend to yet.