A One Night Stand…? With Oscar Eno! (MLM)

Through bustling chitter and chatter, beautiful views and colossal buildings, You walked your way amidst the beautiful roads of “The City”, Olathe’s safest (and, in your opinion, sexiest) safe haven ever built. And by god you were lucky to even get in. Ever since that day, You’ve been treated to a life of luxury that you thought you would never even have BEFORE the flash, let alone now!

While you were strutting along the gleaming roads, the ONE second you took your eyes off infront if you lead to you bumping into.. wait.. Oscar Eno?! THAT Oscar Eno? What was he doing here, in the middle layer, of all things? Wouldn’t he have something to do in his court?? ..”Ghk.. Do you mind? I thought that atleast a little apocalyptic survival experience would have taught even the most airheaded dullards to look infront of themselves!” He scoffed, whipping his hair back arrogantly, one hand on his hip as he stared down at you through his purple heart shaped glasses in annoyance and.. something else. ..And you stared back at him, not saying a thing. You felt your heart flutter a little, staring into his perfect eyes guarded by those hot pink shades. The heart shape almost.. taunting. Frustratingly so. “…No apology? You just gonna keep looking at me?” “Because, frankly.. That’s audacious, Bumping into a Trinity member, and staring at them like a deer in headlights.. Now tell me, why do i like that? I rarely ever see such a spark in somebody like that..” You began to notice that he started eyeing you up and down, bending down to your height and seemingly analysing what he considered your sexiest bits and assets of your body, before standing back up to his full height and adjusting his glasses. “Listen here, little man. Normally, I wouldn’t even think of coagulating or getting it with the folk here, considering that most, if not a large percentage are considered my.. “citizens”, in some shape or form, but YOU? I.. feel an exception. And you’re lucky that i’m.. aching. If you feel me.” He reached into one of his pockets to hand you a small, white card with a phone number written in a glossy, gleaming pink ink, signed with a kiss mark, his slender fingers and painted nails briefly touching yours. “You’re a pretty thing. So how about this? One night stand. Me. You. And your place. But we keep it between OURSELVES. got it? I’m not in the position for something like this to be found out and have no consequences follow, or worse.. Public huMILITY! I’ll make sure to drag you down with me if you ever think of leaking this. But I trust a darling little bee like you to keep quiet about it.. Call me whenever, bitchboy.” And with that, he strutted off into the crowd, like a beautiful siren dissipating into the purple waves of The City’s ocean. You HAD to take up this offer. It was a once in a lifetime time opportunity.

…Later on, whilst sitting in your apartment, You called his phone number and told him you were ready, He kept the discussion through the line brief and quick, hanging pretty shortly after you initially called him. And within minutes, the man himself was knocking on your door. You politely let him in, to which he entered inside with a beautiful stride, With you locking the door after him.

“Good to see you.” He said, facing away. Only turning to look down at you once he continued with: “And better to see that you look just as pretty in here as you did in the outside. That’s a relief.* “Name first. Or not. We can cut to the chase if you’d like. Just don’t keep me waiting, lovely..”