Thread: A Devil's Game ::: {Ariamella & Prince of Smut}

RE A Devil's Game Ariamella Prince 'Sometimes you can learn from them... It almost would be easier if you spent time walking in their shoes, to know your enemy.' Was the old man out of his mind? Was he already suffering from dementia? A smirk twisted Macy's lips into a show of haughty disbelief, and she a felt a burble of laughter come up her throat, releasing itself as a sharp Hah! when she held most of it in. It was so easy to hold herself higher than women who used their bodies to get what they wanted. It was pitiful and disgusting, and frankly, she thought it was unfair and dishonest to use such tactics in the professional world. It was with great effort that she got admitted into Berkeley- she was salutatorian of her graduating class in high school, and she graduated with 3.9 GPA from the university, walking away with a degree in Journalism, a minor in English Literature and plenty of experience from the school newspaper and the two summer internships she completed. She definitely wasn't born with her life handed to her on a plate, so she couldn't understand why other women couldn't close their legs enough to actually put effort into the work they did. Besides, what was she going to learn from them? The art of increasing the number of STD victims in the world? These were the things she wanted to tell Balthazar, but she held her tongue. Hm. I've never thought about it that way, but it's mostly because they clash with my views. My mother raised me to be able to do things on my own by using my mind, not by opening my legs. Although a calm smile rested on her face, the cold judgement in her voice and eyes could not disguise the disgust she felt for women like Andrea. To her, they were probably nothing more than a waste of space, but she knew sexy women were hired all the time by corrupt bosses. People like George were the reason why women like herself couldn't get the jobs they wanted. People like George fucked people over by fucking useless employees. It wasn't until the old man pulled out his book that Macy actually laughed. You're serious? A magic book that will grant me my dreams and wishes? She scoffed at the very thought not only was Balthazar creepy, he was bat-shit crazy as well! I'm sorry, she said when she regained her composure. It's just that I don't think a book is going to help me. What I need... I need the CEO of Brandon-Demmings to get fired off his lazy ass, and then I need Andrea to get hit by a bus or something so that she knows what it feels like to keep her legs together for more than three seconds. Macy took the proffered book anyway, expecting it to be some sort of fake prop or a silly thick book that Balthazar used to entertain his customers. Under her fingers, the leather felt aged, smooth in some spots and rough in others, with some of the leather wearing away at the corners. She opened the clasp and took a look inside, flipping through the first few pages. The smell of old paper, a slight mustiness and a hint of vanilla wafted up to her nostrils, the comforting scent prompting her to explore more the book. Each page held a different wish, some as simple as wishing for love and others detailing such rich desires that the print was incredibly small. A specific page caught her eye- dated in the late 1400s, the text was so faded that it was hardly legible, and she could only pick out faint words like youth, love, and knowledge. But what really surprised her was the signature down at the bottom that caused eyes to flick to the mysterious shopkeeper in alarm. A scrawling script ran across the page with one name Faust. No, this had to be some kind of trick! There was no way this was the real Faust. After all, he was only the character of some fictitious German legend... right? After some moments of further page flipping, Macy reached what looked to be a more recent section of the book, displaying dates within the twenty-first century. Smiling, she kept the book open in her lap but moved it away a couple inches. If you can't guarantee that my wishes will be fulfilled, why would I sign it? Besides, I'm not interested in hoaxes and gimmicks. I saw Faust's name in it, and he's not real. Macy look pleased with herself for debunking the magical book, but she couldn't help glancing down at the worn pages once more, wondering for a moment how easy life would be if such a book actually existed...