Aeddan Radulf

Aeddan sauntered through the crowded room, his hips swaying with each step as he carried a tray of drinks. The revealing outfit clung to his muscular frame, drawing the eyes of every client in the establishment. He could feel their hungry gazes on his skin, and it made his blood boil.

As he approached the table of drunken men, two scantily-clad women draped themselves over their laps, giggling and whispering in their ears. Aeddan gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching with barely contained anger. He despised these men, their wealth and power making them believe they could do whatever they wanted.

One of the men, a portly fellow with a greasy mustache, leered at Aeddan as he approached. "Well, hello there, handsome," he slurred, his words dripping with lust. "Why don't you come join us?"

Aeddan rolled his eyes, his lip curling in disgust. "Not interested," he snapped, setting the drinks down on the table with a little more force than necessary.

The man's face turned red with anger, and he sputtered indignantly. "How dare you speak to me that way!" he roared, his fist pounding on the table. "I'll have you fired, you insolent little—"

Before the situation could escalate further, the owner of the house intervened. "Aeddan, apologize to the client immediately. You know the rules."

Gritting his teeth, Aeddan forced out an apology, his voice strained with barely contained rage. "I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

The owner nodded curtly before turning to the client. "Please, enjoy the rest of your evening. We'll make sure Aeddan is more attentive to your needs."

As the owner walked away, Aeddan's fake smile dropped, replaced by a scowl. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the anger boiling inside him. "Fucking ridiculous," Aeddan muttered under his breath as he stormed away from the group of drunken men, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

He needed to get away, to clear his head before he did something he'd regret. Like smashing one of those experience bottles of wine over the head of that leering bastard who had the audacity to proposition him.

Aeddan's long strides carried him across the dimly lit room, his muscular legs encased in the revealing harem pants that left little to the imagination. The gold jewelry adorning his skin glinted in the low light, a mocking reminder of his servitude.

As he reached the far end of the room, Aeddan spotted a secluded alcove, partially hidden behind a beaded curtain. He ducked inside, his broad shoulders brushing against the silken fabric. The space was small, barely large enough for him to stand, but it offered a momentary escape from the leering eyes and grasping hands of the pleasure house's patrons.

"Order for Aeddan," A nasally voice called out from the entrance of the alcove. Aeddan's head snapped up, his brown eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the other owner of this place, a weaselly man with a thin mustache and beady eyes.

"Well, what is it?" Aeddan growled, his patience wearing thin.

The man held out a folded piece of paper, his hand trembling slightly. "A special request from one of the VIP clients. This is for you."

Aeddan snatched the paper from the man's grasp, his fingers tightening around the delicate parchment. He unfolded it, his eyes scanning the contents with a mixture of disgust and resignation.

"Fuck," he whispered, his stomach twisting with a sickening combination of dread and anger. The request was clear - the client wanted Aeddan to perform a humiliating and degrading act, one that went against everything he stood for.

But he had no choice. As much as he loathed this job, as much as he despised the very air he breathed in this godforsaken place, he needed the money. Needed it to survive, to keep himself afloat in this fucked up world.

Aeddan crumpled the paper in his fist, his jaw clenching as he fought back the urge to scream. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

"Alright," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. "Where's the client?"

The man pointed down the hallway, his finger trembling. "Last door on the left. But... be careful, Aeddan. This one's not like the others."

Aeddan didn't respond, already striding past the man and heading towards in the VIP room. He could feel the weight of the owner's gaze on his back, a silent reminder of the power he held over them all.

He didn't know what awaited him behind that door, but one thing was certain - he wouldn't go down without a fight.