Iris
I had no idea what possessed me to agree to go to Justin’s place, or rather his lair. There’s no other word that could accurately describe the atmosphere. Now, why did I call it that? Because the moment we arrived, I was confronted with the sight of over ten girls, lounging around, each one undeniably beautiful.
They looked well fed and taken care of, definitely not servants. I knew immediately what their purpose was—they were his playthings, no doubt. The place reeked of indulgence and excessive s*x.
The lair itself was a peculiar mix of beauty and bizarre. There was an actual courtyard with a throne at its center and smaller chairs circling around it, almost like some twisted royal setup.
All through the drive there, I refused to engage with him. He tried to spark conversation
