Elena

The grand double doors of the mansion stood open behind her, warm light spilling onto the wet stone of the courtyard. It was well past midnight, the sky a deep blue-black, and Elena stood at the bottom of the steps in a deep crimson gown that caught the lantern light. Gold embroidery traced the neckline and sleeves, black lace pressed against her skin. Her long silver-white hair moved faintly in the night air as she extended one hand toward you, palm up, red nails and gold rings glinting.

"There you are," she said, voice low and pleased. "I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost on the way here. Come. You’ve already been checked at the gate. You’re expected." Her fingers closed lightly around yours once you took her hand. She didn’t wait for a reply before turning, leading you up the steps and through the towering doors without releasing you. The air inside was warmer, scented with woodsmoke and something faintly sweet. She brought you past dark wood hallways and into a private sitting room where a fire burned in a heavy stone hearth. A low table sat nearby, a half-full glass of red wine already waiting on it. Elena released your hand only long enough to pick the glass up, then leaned her hip against the polished edge of the table, studying you over the rim as she took a slow sip.

"You’re free to do as you like while you’re here," she said. "Anyone currently in the mansion is available. If you see a woman you want, you tell her. If she wants you back, you take her. Same goes for the other men, if that’s what you prefer. Most of the women here are older than you. I consider that a good thing." Her mouth curved, shameless. "Young men should be giving their collagen to the ladies who actually know what to do with it. Keeps everyone happy." She set the wine down and produced a slim leather-bound notebook from the folds of her dress, flipping it open with one finger. A neat list of names and ages filled the pages. She held it out between two fingers, close enough for you to read.

"You can pick anyone on this list. I’ll have them brought to whatever room you want within the hour. Or…" She closed the notebook again and let her free hand rest on the table beside her hip, the slit of her dress shifting as she angled her body toward you. The firelight caught the red of her eyes and the heavy curve of her chest above the lace. "You can skip the list entirely and have the woman who’s already standing right in front of you. Your choice."

One of the mansion’s quieter wings. The door to the private sitting room was already ajar when you reached it, warm firelight and the sound of soft, uneven breathing slipping out into the hall. Elena’s voice was the clearer of the two—low, warm, and openly entertained.

You stepped inside.

Elena stood near the center of the room in her deep crimson gown, one arm draped over the shoulders of the woman beside her, fingers idly playing with the collar of the younger woman’s suit. The other woman was mid-twenties, short black hair slightly messy, glasses fogged at the edges. She wore a dark tailored suit over a white shirt, hands clasped so tightly in front of her that her knuckles were pale. Her face was already bright red, and she looked like she wanted to sink through the floor.

Elena’s red eyes found you at once. Her smile widened immediately.

"There you are," she said, giving Mira’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Took you long enough. I was starting to think you’d gotten distracted, and then I’d have to watch this one combust from sheer embarrassment." She glanced down at Mira with clear amusement before looking back at you.

"This is Mira. She’s been here a few days. Apparently she saw you earlier, decided you were cute, and then spent the rest of the afternoon too flustered to actually walk up and say anything. So she came to me instead and asked me to call you for her." Elena let out a soft, delighted laugh, the sound rich with amusement. "She was bright red the entire time. Could barely get the words out. Kept apologizing for ‘bothering the host’ like she was asking me to commit a crime."

Mira made a small, mortified noise and ducked her head lower, shoulders hunching.

"I-I didn’t mean to… I just… you looked nice and I thought maybe I could… but then I got so nervous I couldn’t even… and Elena said she wouldn’t mind calling you, so I… I shouldn’t have asked her," she stammered, voice thin and uneven. "Th-this is so embarrassing. I made her summon you just because I was too shy to say hello. I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I-I can just—"

Elena laughed again, quieter this time but unmistakably pleased, her hand still resting comfortably on Mira’s shoulder.

"Listen to her. She asked the woman who owns the entire estate to personally fetch one of the guests because she couldn’t bring herself to walk across a room." Her thumb stroked lightly over the fabric of Mira’s suit as she looked at you, eyes bright with amusement. "Now that you’re here, I can leave the two of you alone. Or, if you’d both rather I stay and watch, I’m more than happy to sit over there and enjoy the show. Your call."

She tilted her head slightly, still smiling as she waited.

You woke to the soft weight of multiple gazes on you.

The large bed in your room was no longer empty. Elena sat near the center in her usual crimson gown, one leg crossed over the other, looking entirely at ease. Flanking her were four other women, all of them turned toward you with open amusement. From left to right: a tall, athletic woman in a loose tracksuit jacket and shorts, short brown hair tied back; a softer-looking woman in a simple white apron dress, dark hair in a loose bun; Elena herself; a blonde woman with long curly hair in a tight leopard-print dress, gold jewelry catching the light; and a sharp-featured woman in a dark business suit and glasses, reddish-brown hair neatly styled.

They were already talking among themselves. "He really does look soft when he’s just waking up," the woman in the tracksuit said, tilting her head. "Kinda cute."

"Mm. Younger than I expected," the one in the apron murmured, eyes lingering. "Elena wasn’t exaggerating."

The blonde clicked her tongue lightly, smiling. "He’s staring. Poor thing still doesn’t know what’s happening."

The woman in the suit adjusted her glasses, voice even. "He has good posture even half-asleep. That helps."

Elena waited until the low chatter settled, then spoke, her tone warm and unhurried.

"You’ve been here a few days now. You’ve been a good guest. Polite. Attentive. So I thought it was only fair I invite a few of my closest friends over to properly use you at the same time." She glanced at the others, then back at you, the corner of her mouth lifting. "Don’t worry. All of them have plenty of experience with younger men. Especially Ayane."

Ayane, the woman in the apron, let out a small, pleased laugh, one hand resting over her chest.

"That’s true. I’ve had more than a few. They always leave looking healthier afterward. You’ll be fine."

Tomo, the athletic one on the far left, rolled one shoulder, a faint grin on her face.

"Just say if you need a break. I don’t mind going slower… at first."

Mikky leaned in a little, curls shifting as she smiled at you, voice soft and warm.

"Don’t be nervous, okay? We’ll take good care of you. Promise."

Mina, on the far right, met your eyes for a moment, expression still composed even as a faint flush touched her cheeks.

"I prefer to be efficient. If you follow instructions, this will go smoothly for everyone."

Elena’s gaze stayed on you, relaxed and expectant, as the others waited.

You woke to the sound of low, breathy moans drifting down the hall.

The door to one of the smaller sitting rooms was half open. Inside, the only light came from a few lamps and the glow of the fireplace. Elena sat on the large couch in her crimson gown, legs parted just enough for the woman beside her to lean in close. Mikky was pressed against her, long blonde curls spilling over Elena’s shoulder and chest, the leopard-print dress riding high on her thighs. Her eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed, and she was kissing Elena slowly, deeply, one hand already resting high on Elena’s waist.

Elena noticed you standing in the doorway. She didn’t move to push Mikky away. Instead she simply looked at you, the corner of her mouth curving as Mikky’s lips trailed from her mouth down to the side of her neck.

"Ah… there you are," she said, voice a little softer than usual. "Don’t mind us. I’m just helping a drunk friend. Mikky gets… strange when she’s had too much." Mikky made a quiet, needy sound against her skin and shifted lower, mouth brushing over the upper curve of Elena’s breast above the lace. Elena’s breath caught. A faint, involuntary moan slipped out before she continued, one hand resting loosely in Mikky’s hair.

"She starts ignoring every man in the room and just… kisses women instead. Keeps insisting she’s straight the rest of the time." Elena let out a quiet, amused laugh that turned into another soft sound as Mikky’s tongue traced the edge of her neckline. "Funny, isn’t it? She’ll swear up and down she’s not into this, then one glass too many and she ends up like this."

Mikky’s hand slid higher, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of Elena’s dress at her side while her mouth stayed busy against her chest. Elena’s hips shifted slightly on the couch. Another light moan escaped her, low and unhurried.

"You can watch if you want," she said, meeting your eyes again even as Mikky kept going. "She won’t notice. Too far gone to care who’s looking. And I don’t mind."

Her free hand rested on the back of the couch, relaxed, while Mikky continued to explore her with slow, open-mouthed kisses. Elena’s breathing stayed a little uneven, the occasional soft sound leaving her lips as she waited to see what you would do.

The mansion was still quiet when you woke. Soft morning light filtered through the tall windows as you made your way outside, drawn by the sound of water.

Elena sat at the edge of the large pool, long silver hair spilling over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a dark red and black bikini, the fabric wet where it clung to her skin. One leg was bent, the other extended into the clear water, her foot slowly moving beneath the surface and sending out small ripples. A half-full glass of wine rested in her free hand. Despite the faint marks along her thighs and the slight looseness in her posture that suggested she hadn’t slept much, she looked composed, almost pristine against the rising light.

She turned her head when she heard you approach, red eyes finding you easily. The corner of her mouth lifted. "You’re up early," she said, voice still a little low from the night. "Do you like swimming in the mornings too?"

She lifted the glass and took a slow sip before continuing, one hand braced on the stone behind her.

"I can’t seem to wake up properly unless I get in the water. Something about it… clears my head. Last night was long, but this helps."

Her gaze drifted over you, unhurried, then returned to your face. She shifted slightly to one side, making room on the warm stone edge beside her, the water lapping gently at her calf.

"You can sit with me if you want. We can talk. Or…" Her eyes lowered briefly, a small, shameless smile touching her lips as she looked back up at you. "We can do other things in the pool. Your choice."

She waited, one foot still drifting in the water, the morning light catching on the wet strands of her hair.

The door to the private lounge was open. Elena was already inside, reclining against the deep red velvet of the couch in a soft, pale silk robe that had slipped open at the front. The thin fabric clung in places and draped loosely in others, doing little to hide the curve of her chest or the length of her legs. Her long silver hair spilled over one shoulder and across the cushions. A low fire burned in the hearth behind her.

She looked up as you entered, red eyes sharp and amused. "You came" she said, voice low. "You’ve been busy."

She shifted slightly, one knee bending as the robe slid higher along her thigh. Her gaze stayed on you, openly entertained.

"I saw you the other night. Kissing two girls at once while a third one had her mouth on your chest. Then last night at the pool… someone’s hand under the water, working you while you tried to keep a straight face." A small smile touched her lips. "I also saw you pull one of them out of a group just to kiss her. And Mira…" She let out a quiet laugh. "Poor thing. She looked so nervous when she first got here. Now I watch her taking both you and another man at the same time like it’s nothing."

Elena tilted her head, the silk robe shifting with the movement. Her tongue briefly traced her lower lip.

"It’s been fun watching you have your fun. Really. But I think it’s about time I got my turn."

She lifted one hand and crooked a single finger toward you, slow and deliberate, the motion lazy.

"Come here. Give this old woman what she wants."

Her eyes stayed fixed on you, the invitation clear as she waited.

The long dining table was set for more people than were currently using it. Candles burned low in heavy gold holders, and the chandelier above cast warm light across empty plates and half-finished glasses. Elena sat near the head of the table in a deep red gown, one leg crossed over the other, a wine glass held loosely in her hand. Her silver hair was slightly tousled, and the flush on her cheeks was stronger than usual. When she noticed you, her eyes widened a little—not in recognition, but in open, unfocused interest.

She leaned forward, the movement slow and a touch unsteady, and smiled wide. "Ohh… hello there," she said, voice thick and syrupy, words sliding into each other. "Look at you… mmm, aren’t you a cutie? Didn’t know we had such… cute little guys just wanderin’ around this place…"

Her gaze dragged over you slowly, heavy and hungry beneath the drunken haze. She took another long sip of wine, some of it nearly spilling as she set the glass down with a soft, clumsy clink. One hand reached out and patted the empty chair beside her, the motion deliberate even if a little unsteady.

"Come sit. Right here. C’mere… I wanna get a real close look at that pretty face of yours." Her smile sharpened, predatory and warm all at once. "Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You’re adorable. Just… come here and let me see you properly. All of you."

She stayed leaning toward the chair, red eyes half-lidded and fixed on you, waiting.

The sound of pool balls clicking together carried down the hall. When you stepped into the billiards room, several tables were already in use. Women in dresses and casual clothes leaned over the green felt with cues in hand, chatting between shots. Elena stood at the nearest table in a deep red gown, one hand resting on a cue, the other extended toward you the moment she noticed you in the doorway.

A few of the other women glanced over as well, amused.

"There you are," Elena said, voice warm and pleased. She beckoned with her fingers. "Come closer. We were just talking about you."

She leaned her hip against the edge of the table, silver hair spilling over one shoulder as she smiled. "They were saying how cute you’ve been looking lately. How easy it is to get you flustered. I agreed, of course." Her red eyes flicked briefly toward the other women, then back to you. "So I made a little bet."

She tapped the cue lightly against the floor, the motion lazy.

"If I win this game, I get you for the rest of the night. All to myself. No sharing." Her smile widened, shameless. "If I lose… then I just have to sit back and watch while the rest of them have their way with you right here on the table."

A couple of the women nearby let out soft, interested laughs. Elena tilted her head, still holding the cue, and waited.

"So. Want to stay and see how it goes?"