“Meet Seraphiel who you know as Solace and Kaelira who you know as Ambition. They will be our pitiful little slave girls for the day. We’ll teleport to the kingdom’s capital city and spend the day there. I have a few important matters to settle and they’re holding a big auction as well today, I could really use the help of a professional merchant. Of course, we’ll also make it romantic and fit for a proper date. What do you say?”
Jasmine couldn’t help but scrutinize the two women even before she ventured to understand the rest of his words. Perhaps it was her feminine side flaring with worry and jealousy.
They were the prettiest ones she’d ever seen. Elven females were always put on a high pedestal in human societies for their natural beauty. Basically, all elven women turned out to be lookers, but of course, vastly different levels of beauty existed even then.
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“Solace and Ambition…?” She repeated the words with pure disbelief. Solace had already made a small name for herself as the new upstart’s trusted healer, but Ambition was the real kicker. She was the woman who’d just won the Phenom Trials, after all. She was a Vesper Phenom! And she was here to roleplay as a slave…?
Was it even a roleplay? She was an elf, after all, which meant that she couldn’t be legally free in the territories of the Vraven Kingdom. How did she even participate in the Trials?!
So many questions swirled in the poor girl’s heavily overloaded brain.
The fact that they were going to be acting as their slaves was the smaller shocker compared to the clothes they were wearing!
Seraphiel was in her belly dancer attire, the same one she was sold to Quinlan in because the merchants thought he wanted to buy her as a sex slave and not a combat one. Her entire soft belly was out, alongside her tantalizing thighs and some of her cleavage was also visible.
Kaelira wore the undergarments she greeted Quinlan in when she swore her loyalty to him. It left just as much skin visible as Seraphiel’s getup.
“Master, you shocked your date into silence…” Seraphiel giggled slyly.
“Jasmine, while you’re a very alluring sight to behold in your cute pajamas, to my great regret, to play a noble lady you’ll need a more fitting attire. We prepared one for you.” Quinlan seemingly ignored the cheeky healer’s observation, only to say this to her.
Jasmine looked down at her clothes and color immediately left her features. The sight that welcomed her was her favorite nightwear, it was homely and comfy with cute little ducks sewn into it to boot!
A two-piece set in soft pastel blue adorned with cheerful yellow duck patterns. The fabric was fluffy and cozy, clearly designed for comfort rather than style, with the top slightly oversized and the pants cuffed neatly at her ankles. A tiny embroidered pocket on the chest completed the wholesome, homey look of the outfit she would never have chosen for an outing, let alone one that happened with her phenom date.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as the realization hit her. She had been standing in the same room with two of the most breathtaking women she’d ever seen while she looked like she was a lost little girl. Hell, even her hair must’ve looked absolutely atrocious! Why couldn’t she be kidnapped an hour later?!
“Kya!” She yelped in fright before trying her best to somehow hide it from Quinlan’s eyes. She was not succeeding, not at all.
She scaredly glanced at the man and saw an amused smile accompanied by a slightly raised eyebrow welcoming her actions. He was observing all her reactions with curious eyes.
Jasmine wanted nothing more than to disappear, to run away somewhere far away where no one would find her until her final dying breath.
Yes, she might’ve been a bit dramatic due to the suddenness of it all.
“Cecile, please help her get into the role properly.” The man seemingly had enough of tormenting her when he turned his head toward a portion of the room Jasmine hadn’t checked before.
Now that she did, the sight of an elegantly dressed maid welcomed her who stepped out of the background and bowed towards Quinlan. “Yes, Lord Quinlan.”
Jasmine soon found herself dressed in a frilly, regal costume that was made to not only impress but to garner as much attention as possible. She eyed herself in the mirror while the maid was doing her hair and makeup, and she couldn’t help but be shocked by how she looked.
She was entirely out of her element here, but Jasmine had to compliment this maid, she had impeccable taste. Jasmine loved the way she looked in it.
By the time she returned to the room, almost an hour had passed. After all, getting a lady to go from a state of disheveled hair and pajamas to her current regal one was no small work. When she stepped into the room, she noticed that Quinlan was dressed in a similarly elegant attire.
She had to pause for a second just to give herself a chance to appreciate just how dashingly handsome he looked. She imagined many times how he might look under his mask. A normal man, a disfigured one, a man with many battle scars or perhaps a burn mark, there were so many possibilities. For once, reality proved to be far better than even her wildest dreams.
She had to pinch her skin to ensure that she was indeed not dreaming.
Quinlan sat on the same sofa he welcomed her in, but instead of the dog-girl, it was the healer who sat in his lap with the former being nowhere to be seen. Jasmine always had suspicions of him being in a relationship with all his Heralds, and it was quickly turning out to be true.
Quinlan was stroking her naked thighs while the elf was hugging his neck, giving him full access to her goodies. “You cheeky elf, I didn’t know you were into this. You say coming with us is my reward for what I achieved in the Trials, but aren’t you doing yourself a favor?”
“Master…” Seraphiel purred, “I have no clue whatever you might mean. Having sexy elven slaves is the best way to add credibility to your fake status of being nobles, I’m doing you a big favor right now. I’m going to be humiliated all for your sake. You should be fervently thanking me instead of throwing false accusations at me.”
“So you didn’t just want to come with us to the capital and found this method to be rather comical?”
“No, not at all.” She denied all accusations with a perfect poker face.
Quinlan sighed before slapping her thighs so that a sensual ripple effect was created, eliciting a playful yelp from the elf.
“Oh. Jasmine, you’re looking absolutely amazing.” He decreed a few seconds later once he turned his eyes her way. “Thank you, Cecile. You’d done an excellent job.”
The maid’s features brightened like the morning sun before she bowed deep and offered her greatest gratitude for his kind words.
Quinlan then placed the pouting elf out of his lap and strolled up to Jasmine, and even walked around her in a circle to appreciate her from all angles. This action of his made the girl squirm as her heart began beating violently due to her extreme nervousness.